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c<a title="ried Daisy at the windo" href="https://www.indifferentlanguages.com/words/%ea%b0%95%eb%82%a8%ec%98%a4%ed%94%bc%e2%98%85pukpuk1%eb%8b%b7%ec%bb%b4%e2%98%85%eb%8f%84%ea%b3%a1%ed%9c%b4%ea%b2%8c%ed%85%94%e2%99%8b%ec%88%98%ec%9b%90%ec%98%a4%ed%94%bc  " target="_blank">ried Daisy at the </a>window.The rain was still falling, but the darkness had parted in the west,and there was a pink and golden billow of foamy clouds above the sea."Look at that," she whispered<a title=", and then after" href="https://www.indifferentlanguages.com/words/%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">, and then after a m</a>oment: "I'd like tojust get one of those pink clouds and put you in it and push youaround."I tried to go then, but they wouldn't hear of it; perhaps my presencemade them f<a title="eel more satisf" href="https://www.indifferentlanguages.com/words/%ea%b5%90%eb%8c%80%ed%9c%b4%ea%b2%8c%ed%85%94%e2%9d%a4pukpuk1%eb%8b%b7%ec%bb%b4%e2%98%82%ec%98%a4%ea%b8%88%ec%85%94%ec%b8%a0%eb%a3%b8%e2%99%93%ea%b4%91%ec%a3%bc%ec%86%8c%ed%94%84%ed%8a%b8%eb%a3%b8  " target="_blank">eel more satisf</a><br>actorily alone."I know what we'll do," said Gatsby, "we'll have Klipspringer play thepiano."He went out of the room calling "Ewing!" and returned in a fewminutes accompanied by<br><a title=" an embarrassed" href="https://thebridge.in/search?search=%ec%8b%a0%eb%a6%bc%ec%95%88%eb%a7%88%e2%97%80www.pukpuk1%eb%8b%b7%ec%bb%b4%e2%98%82%ec%84%b1%eb%82%a8%ed%82%a4%ec%8a%a4%eb%b0%a9%e2%86%97%ec%9c%a0%ec%84%b1%ec%86%8c%ed%94%84%ed%8a%b8%eb%a3%b8  " target="_blank"> an embarrassed, slig</a>htly worn young man withshell-rimmed glasses and scanty blonde hair. He was now decently clothedin a "sport shirt" open at the neck, sneakers and duck trousers of anebulo<a title="us hue."Did we interr" href="https://thebridge.in/search?search=%ea%b1%b4%eb%8c%80%ec%9e%85%ea%b5%ac%ec%95%88%eb%a7%88%e2%9d%87pukpuk1%eb%8b%b7%ec%bb%b4%e2%98%9c%ec%98%a4%ea%b8%88%ed%9c%b4%ea%b2%8c%ed%85%94%e2%98%85%ed%8f%89%ed%83%9d%ea%b1%b4%eb%a7%88  " target="_blank">us hue."Did </a>we interrupt your exercises?" inquired Daisy politely."I was asleep," cried Mr. Klipspringer, in a spasm of embarrassment."That is, I'd BEEN asleep. Then I got up. . . .""Klipspri<a title="nger plays the piano," href="https://www.indifferentlanguages.com/words/%ec%95%88%ec%96%91%ec%a3%bc%ec%a0%90+pukpuk1%eb%8b%b7com+%ea%b8%88%ed%98%b8%ec%98%a4%ed%94%bc%e2%98%82%ea%b3%bc%ec%b2%9c%ec%86%8c%ed%94%84%ed%8a%b8%eb%a3%b8  " target="_blank">nger plays the pia</a>no," said Gatsby, cutting him off. "Don't you,Ewing, old sport?""I don't play well. I don't--I hardly play at all. I'm all out ofprac----""We'll go downstairs," interrupted <a title="Gatsby. He flipped a" href="https://pims.edu/?s=%ea%b0%95%eb%82%a8%ed%82%a4%ec%8a%a4%eb%b0%a9%e2%9d%87pukpuk1%eb%8b%b7%ec%bb%b4%e2%9d%a4%ec%8b%a0%ec%82%ac%ec%85%94%ec%b8%a0%eb%a3%b8%e2%9d%a4%ea%b8%88%ec%a0%95%ea%b1%b4%eb%a7%88  " target="_blank">Gatsby. He flipped a </a><br>switch. Thegrey windows disappeared as the house glowed full of light.In the music room Gatsby turned on a solitary lamp beside the piano. Helit Daisy's cigarette from a <a title="trembling match, and s" href="https://pims.edu/?s=%ea%b1%b4%eb%8c%80%ec%9e%85%ea%b5%ac%ec%98%a4%ed%94%bc%e2%97%86pukpuk1%eb%8b%b7com+%ec%b2%9c%ed%98%b8%ed%92%80%ec%82%b4%eb%a1%b1+%ea%b0%95%eb%82%a8%ea%b1%b4%eb%a7%88  " target="_blank">trembling match, an</a>d sat down with her ona couch far across the room where there was no light save what thegleaming floor bounced in from the hall.When Klipspringer had played "The Love Nest"<br><a title=" he turned around o" href="https://pims.edu/?s=%ec%9e%a5%ec%95%88%ec%95%88%eb%a7%88%e2%9d%87www.pukpuk1%eb%8b%b7com%e2%99%8f%ec%88%98%ec%a0%95%ec%95%88%eb%a7%88%e2%9c%8f%ec%9d%b8%ec%b2%9c%ec%86%8c%ed%94%84%ed%8a%b8%eb%a3%b8  " target="_blank"> he turned arou</a><br>nd on thebench and searched unhappily for Gatsby in the gloom."I'm all out of practice, you see. I told you I couldn't play. I'm allout of prac----""Don't talk so much, old spo<a title="rt," commanded Gatsb" href="https://thebridge.in/search?search=%ec%8b%a0%eb%a6%bc%ed%82%a4%ec%8a%a4%eb%b0%a9%e2%99%8bpukpuk1%eb%8b%b7%ec%bb%b4%e2%99%8b%ec%96%91%ec%9e%ac%ed%9c%b4%ea%b2%8c%ed%85%94%e2%98%82%ec%86%8c%ec%82%ac%ea%b1%b4%eb%a7%88  " target="_blank">rt," commanded G</a>atsby. "Play!"    IN THE MORNING,    IN THE EVENING,      AIN'T WE GOT FUN----Outside the wind was loud and there was a faint flow of thunder along theSound. All the lights w<a title="ere going on i" href="https://www.indifferentlanguages.com/words/%ec%86%8c%ec%82%ac%ec%85%94%ec%b8%a0%eb%a3%b8%e2%98%9cpukpuk1%eb%8b%b7com%e2%9e%8a%ec%9a%a9%ec%82%b0%ec%a3%bc%ec%a0%90%e2%9c%8f%ec%a4%91%eb%9e%91%ea%b1%b4%eb%a7%88  " target="_blank">ere going on in West</a><br> Egg now; the electric trains,men-carrying, were plunging home through the rain from New York. It wasthe hour of a profound human change, and excitement was generating ont<br><a title="he air.    ONE THING'S " href="https://pims.edu/?s=%eb%b6%80%ec%b2%9c%ed%82%a4%ec%8a%a4%eb%b0%a9%e2%98%82www.pukpuk1%eb%8b%b7%ec%bb%b4%e2%99%93%ec%84%b1%ec%88%98%ec%95%88%eb%a7%88%e2%86%97%eb%b6%80%ec%82%b0%ea%b1%b4%eb%a7%88  " target="_blank">he air.    ONE THING'S S</a><br>URE AND NOTHING'S SURER    THE RICH GET RICHER AND THE POOR GET--CHILDREN.      IN THE MEANTIME,      IN BETWEEN TIME----As I went over to say goodbye I saw that the<br><a title=" expression of be" href="https://pims.edu/?s=%ec%98%a4%ea%b8%88%eb%a0%88%ea%b9%85%ec%8a%a4%eb%a3%b8%e2%98%82pukpuk1%eb%8b%b7com%e2%98%82%ec%9e%a5%ec%95%88%ed%9c%b4%ea%b2%8c%ed%85%94%e2%99%8b%eb%b6%80%ec%b2%9c%ec%98%a4%ed%94%bc  " target="_blank"> expression of bewilderm</a>enthad come back into Gatsby's face, as though a faint doubt had occurred tohim as to the quality of his present happiness. Almost fiveyears! There must have been mome<br><a title="nts even that afternoon " href="https://thebridge.in/search?search=%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">nts even that </a>afternoon whenDaisy tumbled short of his dreams--not through her own fault butbecause of the colossal vitality of his illusion. It had gone beyondher, beyond everything. He had <a title="thrown himself into " href="https://pims.edu/?s=%ea%b1%b4%eb%8c%80%ec%9e%85%ea%b5%ac%ec%95%88%eb%a7%88%e2%97%80pukpuk1%eb%8b%b7com%e2%99%93%ea%b0%95%eb%82%a8%ed%9c%b4%ea%b2%8c%ed%85%94+%ea%b0%95%ed%99%94%ea%b1%b4%eb%a7%88  " target="_blank">thrown himself into it</a> with a creativepassion, adding to it all the time, decking it out with every brightfeather that drifted his way. No amount of fire or freshness canchallenge what a man <a title="will store up i" href="https://www.indifferentlanguages.com/words/%ec%9e%a0%ec%8b%a4%eb%a0%88%ea%b9%85%ec%8a%a4%eb%a3%b8+www.pukpuk1%eb%8b%b7com%e2%99%93%ec%88%98%ec%84%9c%ec%98%a4%ed%94%bc%e2%86%97%ec%84%9c%ec%b4%88%ec%98%a4%ed%94%bc  " target="_blank">will store u</a>p in his ghostly heart.As I watched him he adjusted himself a little, visibly. His hand tookhold of hers and as she said something low in his ear he turned towardher with a rush o<a title="f emotion. I think " href="https://pims.edu/?s=%eb%b6%80%ec%b2%9c%ed%82%a4%ec%8a%a4%eb%b0%a9%e2%98%82www.pukpuk1%eb%8b%b7%ec%bb%b4%e2%99%93%ec%84%b1%ec%88%98%ec%95%88%eb%a7%88%e2%86%97%eb%b6%80%ec%82%b0%ea%b1%b4%eb%a7%88  " target="_blank">f emotion. I think that</a> voice held him most with itsfluctuating, feverish warmth because it couldn't be over-dreamed--thatvoice was a deathless song.They had forgotten me, but Daisy glanced u<a title="p and held out her han" href="https://www.indifferentlanguages.com/words/%ec%82%ac%eb%8b%b9%ed%9c%b4%ea%b2%8c%ed%85%94%e2%9d%87pukpuk1%eb%8b%b7com+%ec%96%91%ec%9e%ac%ec%95%88%eb%a7%88%e2%98%82%eb%8f%84%eb%b4%89%ec%98%a4%ed%94%bc  " target="_blank">p and held out her</a><br> hand;Gatsby didn't know me now at all. I looked once more at them and theylooked back at me, remotely, possessed by intense life. Then I went outof the room and down the ma<a title="rble steps int" href="https://pims.edu/?s=%ec%95%88%ec%96%91%ec%a3%bc%ec%a0%90+pukpuk1%eb%8b%b7com+%ea%b8%88%ed%98%b8%ec%98%a4%ed%94%bc%e2%98%82%ea%b3%bc%ec%b2%9c%ec%86%8c%ed%94%84%ed%8a%b8%eb%a3%b8  " target="_blank">rble steps into </a>the rain, leaving them theretogether.Chapter 6About this time an ambitious young reporter from New York arrived onemorning at Gatsby's door and asked him if he had anything to<a title=" say."Anything" href="https://pims.edu/?s=%ec%82%ac%eb%8b%b9%ec%98%a4%ed%94%bc%e2%9c%94www.pukpuk1%eb%8b%b7com%e2%98%85%ec%9e%a5%ec%95%88%ec%a3%bc%ec%a0%90+%ea%b0%95%ed%99%94%ea%b1%b4%eb%a7%88  " target="_blank"> say."Anything to</a> say about what?" inquired Gatsby politely."Why,--any statement to give out."It transpired after a confused five minutes that the man had heardGatsby's name around his office<a title=" in a connection " href="https://www.indifferentlanguages.com/words/%ec%84%b1%ec%88%98%ec%a3%bc%ec%a0%90+pukpuk1%eb%8b%b7com%e2%9d%84%ec%9e%a0%ec%8b%a4%ec%95%88%eb%a7%88%e2%9c%8f%ec%9e%a5%ec%95%88%ea%b1%b4%eb%a7%88  " target="_blank"> in a connection whi</a><br>ch he eitherwouldn't reveal or didn't fully understand. This was his day offand with laudable initiative he had hurried out "to see."It was a random shot, and yet the repo<br><a title="rter's instinct was" href="https://thebridge.in/search?search=%ec%9e%a0%ec%8b%a4%ec%98%a4%ed%94%bc%e2%99%a5pukpuk1%eb%8b%b7com+%eb%b6%84%eb%8b%b9%ed%82%a4%ec%8a%a4%eb%b0%a9%e2%99%8b%eb%a7%8c%ec%95%88%ec%86%8c%ed%94%84%ed%8a%b8%eb%a3%b8  " target="_blank">rter's instinct</a> was right. Gatsby'snotoriety, spread about by the hundreds who had accepted hishospitality and so become authorities on his past, had increasedall summer until he fell just sh<a title="ort of being" href="https://pims.edu/?s=%ec%86%8c%ec%82%ac%ed%82%a4%ec%8a%a4%eb%b0%a9%e2%9d%87www.pukpuk1%eb%8b%b7%ec%bb%b4%e2%9d%87%ec%96%91%ec%9e%ac%ed%82%a4%ec%8a%a4%eb%b0%a9%e2%9d%87%ec%86%a1%ed%8c%8c%ea%b1%b4%eb%a7%88  " target="_blank">ort of being</a>