Chapter 6About this time an ambitious young repo

a<a title=" stop and Daisy sig" href="https://thebridge.in/search?search=%ec%82%ac%eb%8b%b9%ec%a3%bc%ec%a0%90%e2%97%86www.pukpuk1%eb%8b%b7%ec%bb%b4%e2%9e%8a%eb%8f%99%ec%9e%91%eb%a0%88%ea%b9%85%ec%8a%a4%eb%a3%b8%e2%99%8b%eb%8c%80%ec%a0%84%ea%b1%b4%eb%a7%88  " target="_blank"> stop and Daisy signal</a><br>led usto draw up alongside."Where are we going?" she cried."How about the movies?""It's so hot," she complained. "You go. We'll ride around and meet youafter." With an effort her wit rose faintly, "We'll meet you on somecorner. I'll be the man smoking two cigarettes.""We can't argue about it here," To<br><a title="m said impat" href="https://pims.edu/?s=%ec%95%95%ea%b5%ac%ec%a0%95%ec%85%94%ec%b8%a0%eb%a3%b8+www.pukpuk1%eb%8b%b7com%e2%9d%84%ec%88%98%ec%9b%90%ec%95%88%eb%a7%88%e2%9d%87%ea%b3%84%ec%96%91%ea%b1%b4%eb%a7%88  " target="_blank">m said impati</a>ently as a truck gaveout a cursing whistle behind us. "You follow me to the south side ofCentral Park, in front of the Plaza."Several times he turned his head and looked back for their car,and if the traffic delayed them he slowed up until they came intosight. I think he was afraid they would dart down a side <br><a title="street and out" href="https://thebridge.in/search?search=%ec%98%a4%ea%b8%88%ec%85%94%ec%b8%a0%eb%a3%b8%e2%98%82www.pukpuk1%eb%8b%b7com%e2%9c%8f%eb%b6%80%ec%b2%9c%ec%98%a4%ed%94%bc%e2%98%80%ec%98%81%eb%93%b1%ed%8f%ac%ea%b1%b4%eb%a7%88  " target="_blank">street and out</a>of his life forever.But they didn't. And we all took the less explicable step of engagingthe parlor of a suite in the Plaza Hotel.The prolonged and tumultuous argument that ended by herding us intothat room eludes me, though I have a sharp physical memory that, in thecourse of it, my underwear kept climbing l<a title="ike a damp s" href="https://thebridge.in/search?search=%ec%95%95%ea%b5%ac%ec%a0%95%ed%82%a4%ec%8a%a4%eb%b0%a9%e2%99%93www.pukpuk1%eb%8b%b7com%e2%9d%a4%eb%b6%80%ec%b2%9c%ed%9c%b4%ea%b2%8c%ed%85%94+%ec%9d%80%ed%8f%89%ec%98%a4%ed%94%bc  " target="_blank">ike a damp snake aro</a><br>und mylegs and intermittent beads of sweat raced cool across my back. Thenotion originated with Daisy's suggestion that we hire five bathroomsand take cold baths, and then assumed more tangible form as "a place tohave a mint julep." Each of us said over and over that it was a "crazyidea"--we all talked <a title="at once to a b" href="https://pims.edu/?s=%ec%84%b1%eb%82%a8%ec%85%94%ec%b8%a0%eb%a3%b8%e2%98%9cpukpuk1%eb%8b%b7%ec%bb%b4%e2%99%a5%ec%82%ac%eb%8b%b9%ed%9c%b4%ea%b2%8c%ed%85%94%e2%98%80%ec%9d%b4%ec%b2%9c%ec%86%8c%ed%94%84%ed%8a%b8%eb%a3%b8  " target="_blank">at once to a baffle</a><br>d clerk and thought, orpretended to think, that we were being very funny. . . .The room was large and stifling, and, though it was already fouro'clock, opening the windows admitted only a gust of hot shrubbery fromthe Park. Daisy went to the mirror and stood with her back to us,fixing her hair."It's a sw<a title="ell suite," whispere" href="https://www.indifferentlanguages.com/words/%ec%84%9c%ec%b4%88%eb%a0%88%ea%b9%85%ec%8a%a4%eb%a3%b8%e2%98%80www.pukpuk1%eb%8b%b7%ec%bb%b4%e2%97%80%eb%b6%80%ec%b2%9c%ec%85%94%ec%b8%a0%eb%a3%b8%e2%9d%a4%ed%8c%94%eb%8b%ac%ec%98%a4%ed%94%bc  " target="_blank">ell suite," whisper</a>ed Jordan respectfully and every onelaughed."Open another window," commanded Daisy, without turning around."There aren't any more.""Well, we'd better telephone for an axe----""The thing to do is to forget about the heat," said Tom impatiently."You make it ten times worse by crabbing about it."He unrolled<a title=" the bottle of" href="https://pims.edu/?s=%ec%95%88%ec%96%91%ed%9c%b4%ea%b2%8c%ed%85%94%e2%99%93www.pukpuk1%eb%8b%b7%ec%bb%b4%e2%99%93%ec%84%b1%ec%88%98%ec%85%94%ec%b8%a0%eb%a3%b8%e2%98%9c%ec%96%91%ec%b2%9c%ea%b1%b4%eb%a7%88  " target="_blank"> the bottle of whi</a>skey from the towel and put it on the table."Why not let her alone, old sport?" remarked Gatsby. "You're the one thatwanted to come to town."There was a moment of silence. The telephone book slipped from its nailand splashed to the floor, whereupon Jordan whispered "Excuse me"--butthis time no one laughed<a title="."I'll pick it up," I o" href="https://www.indifferentlanguages.com/words/%ec%95%95%ea%b5%ac%ec%a0%95%eb%a0%88%ea%b9%85%ec%8a%a4%eb%a3%b8%e2%98%82www.pukpuk1%eb%8b%b7com%e2%9c%8f%ec%95%88%ec%96%91%ed%92%80%ec%82%b4%eb%a1%b1%e2%99%a5%ec%84%9c%ec%b4%88%ec%86%8c%ed%94%84%ed%8a%b8%eb%a3%b8  " target="_blank">."I'll pick it</a> up," I offered."I've got it." Gatsby examined the parted string, muttered "Hum!" in aninterested way, and tossed the book on a chair."That's a great expression of yours, isn't it?" said Tom sharply."What is?""All this 'old sport' business. Where'd you pick that up?""Now see here, Tom," said Daisy, turning ar<a title="ound from th" href="https://thebridge.in/search?search=%eb%8f%99%ec%9e%91%ec%85%94%ec%b8%a0%eb%a3%b8+pukpuk1%eb%8b%b7%ec%bb%b4%e2%97%86%eb%b6%84%eb%8b%b9%eb%a0%88%ea%b9%85%ec%8a%a4%eb%a3%b8%e2%9e%8a%ec%95%88%ec%82%b0%ec%86%8c%ed%94%84%ed%8a%b8%eb%a3%b8  " target="_blank">ound from the mirror, "</a>ifyou're going to make personal remarks I won't stay here a minute. Callup and order some ice for the mint julep."As Tom took up the receiver the compressed heat exploded into sound andwe were listening to the portentous chords of Mendelssohn's Wedding Marchfrom the ballroom below."Imagine marrying a<a title="nybody in this heat!"" href="https://pims.edu/?s=%ec%96%91%ec%9e%ac%ec%98%a4%ed%94%bc%e2%99%a5pukpuk1%eb%8b%b7com%e2%9d%87%ea%b5%90%eb%8c%80%ec%85%94%ec%b8%a0%eb%a3%b8%e2%9d%87%ec%95%88%ec%82%b0%ec%98%a4%ed%94%bc  " target="_blank">nybody in this heat!" </a>cried Jordan dismally."Still--I was married in the middle of June," Daisy remembered,"Louisville in June! Somebody fainted. Who was it fainted, Tom?""Biloxi," he answered shortly."A man named Biloxi. 'Blocks' Biloxi, and he made boxes--that's afact--and he was from Biloxi, Tennessee.""They carried him<a title=" into my house," app" href="https://thebridge.in/search?search=%ec%96%91%ec%9e%ac%ec%98%a4%ed%94%bc%e2%99%8fpukpuk1%eb%8b%b7com%e2%97%80%ec%96%91%ec%9e%ac%ed%92%80%ec%82%b4%eb%a1%b1%e2%9d%84%ec%88%98%ec%98%81%ea%b1%b4%eb%a7%88  " target="_blank"> into my house," app</a>ended Jordan, "because we livedjust two doors from the church. And he stayed three weeks, until Daddytold him he had to get out. The day after he left Daddy died." After amoment she added as if she might have sounded irreverent, "Therewasn't any connection.""I used to know a Bill Biloxi from Memphis," I<a title=" remarked."T" href="https://pims.edu/?s=%ec%88%98%ec%a0%95%ed%9c%b4%ea%b2%8c%ed%85%94+www.pukpuk1%eb%8b%b7%ec%bb%b4%e2%99%8f%ec%86%8c%ec%82%ac%ec%a3%bc%ec%a0%90%e2%97%80%ea%b4%80%ec%95%85%ea%b1%b4%eb%a7%88  " target="_blank"> remarked."That was </a>his cousin. I knew his whole family history before he left.He gave me an aluminum putter that I use today."The music had died down as the ceremony began and now a long cheer floatedin at the window, followed by intermittent cries of "Yea--ea--ea!"and finally by a burst of jazz as the dancing began."We'r<a title="e getting old," " href="https://www.indifferentlanguages.com/words/%ec%96%91%ec%9e%ac%ed%82%a4%ec%8a%a4%eb%b0%a9+pukpuk1%eb%8b%b7com+%ec%9a%a9%ec%82%b0%ed%9c%b4%ea%b2%8c%ed%85%94%e2%98%85%ec%95%88%ec%96%91%ec%86%8c%ed%94%84%ed%8a%b8%eb%a3%b8  " target="_blank">e getting old,</a><br>" said Daisy. "If we were young we'd rise and dance.""Remember Biloxi," Jordan warned her. "Where'd you know him, Tom?""Biloxi?" He concentrated with an effort. "I didn't know him. He was afriend of Daisy's.""He was not," she denied. "I'd never seen him before. He came down inthe private car.""Well, he said h<br><a title="e knew you. He sai" href="https://pims.edu/?s=%ec%84%b1%eb%82%a8%ec%98%a4%ed%94%bc%e2%98%80www.pukpuk1%eb%8b%b7com%e2%98%9c%ec%98%a4%ea%b8%88%ec%95%88%eb%a7%88%e2%99%8f%ec%a4%91%eb%9e%91%ec%86%8c%ed%94%84%ed%8a%b8%eb%a3%b8  " target="_blank">e knew you. He said</a> he was raised in Louisville.Asa Bird brought him around at the last minute and asked if we had roomfor him."Jordan smiled."He was probably bumming his way home. He told me he was president ofyour class at Yale."Tom and I looked at each other blankly."BilOxi?""First place, we didn't have any president---<br><a title="-"Gatsby's fo" href="https://thebridge.in/search?search=%eb%8f%99%ec%9e%91%ec%95%88%eb%a7%88%e2%86%97www.pukpuk1%eb%8b%b7com%e2%98%82%ec%95%88%ec%96%91%eb%a0%88%ea%b9%85%ec%8a%a4%eb%a3%b8+%ed%8c%8c%ec%a3%bc%ea%b1%b4%eb%a7%88  " target="_blank">-"Gatsby's foot beat a</a> short, restless tattoo and Tom eyed him suddenly."By the way, Mr. Gatsby, I understand you're an Oxford man.""Not exactly.""Oh, yes, I understand you went to Oxford.""Yes--I went there."A pause. Then Tom's voice, incredulous and insulting:"You must have gone there about the time Biloxi went to New Ha<a title="ven."Another pause. A w" href="https://pims.edu/?s=%ec%88%98%ec%a0%95%ec%85%94%ec%b8%a0%eb%a3%b8%e2%86%97www.pukpuk1%eb%8b%b7%ec%bb%b4+%ec%8b%a0%ec%82%ac%eb%a0%88%ea%b9%85%ec%8a%a4%eb%a3%b8%e2%86%97%ea%b6%8c%ec%84%a0%ec%86%8c%ed%94%84%ed%8a%b8%eb%a3%b8  " target="_blank">ven."Another p</a>ause. A waiter knocked and came in with crushed mint and ice butthe silence was unbroken by his "Thank you" and the soft closing of thedoor. This tremendous detail was to be cleared up at last."I told you I went there," said Gatsby."I heard you, but I'd like to know when.""It was in nineteen-nineteen, I only <a title="stayed five mon" href="https://www.indifferentlanguages.com/words/%ec%84%b1%eb%82%a8%ec%98%a4%ed%94%bc%e2%98%80www.pukpuk1%eb%8b%b7com%e2%98%9c%ec%98%a4%ea%b8%88%ec%95%88%eb%a7%88%e2%99%8f%ec%a4%91%eb%9e%91%ec%86%8c%ed%94%84%ed%8a%b8%eb%a3%b8  " target="_blank">stayed five mon</a>ths. That's why Ican't really call myself an Oxford man."Tom glanced around to see if we mirrored his unbelief. But we were alllooking at Gatsby."It was an opportunity they gave to some of the officers after theArmistice," he continued. "We could go to any of the universities inEngland or France."I wanted t