The windows were ajar and gleaming white a

p<br><a title="icture. It sho" href="https://pims.edu/?s=%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">icture. It shows u</a>pwell.""Very well. Had you seen him lately?""He come out to see me two years ago and bought me the house I live innow. Of course we was broke up when he run off from home but I see nowthere was a reason for it. He knew he had a big future in front of him.And e<br><a title="ver since he made a " href="https://www.indifferentlanguages.com/words/%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">ver since he m</a>ade a success he was very generous with me."He seemed reluctant to put away the picture, held it for another minute,lingeringly, before my eyes. Then he returned the wallet and pulled fromhis pocket a ragged old copy of a book called "Hopalong Cassidy.""Look here,<a title=" this is a book he ha" href="https://www.indifferentlanguages.com/words/%ec%98%a5%ec%88%98%ed%92%80%ec%82%b4%eb%a1%b1%e2%99%8fwww.pukpuk1%eb%8b%b7com+%eb%8f%99%ec%9e%91%ec%95%88%eb%a7%88%e2%9c%94%ec%84%b1%eb%b6%81%ec%98%a4%ed%94%bc  " target="_blank"> this is a book he had </a><br>when he was a boy. It just showsyou."He opened it at the back cover and turned it around for me to see.On the last fly-leaf was printed the word SCHEDULE, and the dateSeptember 12th, 1906. And underneath:Rise from bed . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .  6.00<a title="      A.M.Dumbbell exe" href="https://pims.edu/?s=%ec%84%b1%eb%82%a8%ec%a3%bc%ec%a0%90%e2%9d%84pukpuk1%eb%8b%b7com%e2%99%93%eb%8f%99%ec%9e%91%ec%85%94%ec%b8%a0%eb%a3%b8%e2%9d%87%eb%82%a8%ec%96%91%ec%a3%bc%ec%98%a4%ed%94%bc  " target="_blank">      A.M.Du</a>mbbell exercise and wall-scaling . . . . . . 6.15-6.30  "Study electricity, etc . . . . . . . . . . . . 7.15-8.15  "Work . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 8.30-4.30  P.M.Baseball and sports . . . . . . . . . . . . .  4.30-5.00  "Practice elocution, poise<br><a title=" and how to attai" 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"> and how to </a>attain it 5.00-6.00  "Study needed inventions . . . . . . . . . . .  7.00-9.00  "                GENERAL RESOLVESNo wasting time at Shafters or [a name, indecipherable]No more smokeing or chewingBath every other dayRead one improving book or magazine per weekSave <a title="$5.00 [crossed" href="https://pims.edu/?s=%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">$5.00 [crosse</a><br>d out] $3.00 per weekBe better to parents"I come across this book by accident," said the old man. "It just showsyou, don't it?""It just shows you.""Jimmy was bound to get ahead. He always had some resolves like this orsomething. Do you notice what he's got about im<a title="proving his mind? " href="https://pims.edu/?s=%eb%b6%84%eb%8b%b9%ec%85%94%ec%b8%a0%eb%a3%b8+www.pukpuk1%eb%8b%b7com%e2%97%86%ec%8b%a0%ec%82%ac%ec%a3%bc%ec%a0%90%e2%98%80%ec%95%88%ec%82%b0%ec%86%8c%ed%94%84%ed%8a%b8%eb%a3%b8  " target="_blank">proving his mind? He wa</a><br>salways great for that. He told me I et like a hog once and I beat himfor it."He was reluctant to close the book, reading each item aloud and thenlooking eagerly at me. I think he rather expected me to copy down thelist for my own use.A little before thre<br><a title="e the Lutheran " href="https://pims.edu/?s=%ec%9a%a9%ec%82%b0%ec%98%a4%ed%94%bc+pukpuk1%eb%8b%b7com%e2%97%80%ea%b1%b4%eb%8c%80%ec%9e%85%ea%b5%ac%ec%85%94%ec%b8%a0%eb%a3%b8+%eb%85%b8%ec%9b%90%ea%b1%b4%eb%a7%88  " target="_blank">e the Lutheran minist</a>er arrived from Flushing andI began to look involuntarily out the windows for other cars. So didGatsby's father. And as the time passed and the servants came in andstood waiting in the hall, his eyes began to blink anxiously and hespoke of the rain in a wor<a title="ried uncertain way. The " href="https://pims.edu/?s=%eb%8f%99%ec%9e%91%ec%a3%bc%ec%a0%90%e2%98%85pukpuk1%eb%8b%b7%ec%bb%b4%e2%98%80%ec%9a%a9%ec%82%b0%ec%a3%bc%ec%a0%90%e2%9c%8f%ec%84%9c%eb%8c%80%eb%ac%b8%ea%b1%b4%eb%a7%88  " target="_blank">ried uncerta</a>in way. The minister glancedseveral times at his watch so I took him aside and asked him to waitfor half an hour. But it wasn't any use. Nobody came.About five o'clock our procession of three cars reached the cemeteryand stopped in a thick drizzle beside the gate--f<a title="irst a motor h" href="https://thebridge.in/search?search=%ec%9a%a9%ec%82%b0%ec%a3%bc%ec%a0%90%e2%9e%8awww.pukpuk1%eb%8b%b7com%e2%98%9c%eb%b6%84%eb%8b%b9%ed%9c%b4%ea%b2%8c%ed%85%94%e2%99%a5%ec%9c%a0%ec%84%b1%ec%98%a4%ed%94%bc  " target="_blank">irst a motor hearse,hor</a>ribly black and wet, then Mr. Gatz and the minister and I in thelimousine, and, a little later, four or five servants and the postmanfrom West Egg in Gatsby's station wagon, all wet to the skin. As westarted through the gate into the cemetery I heard a ca<br><a title="r stop and thenthe so" href="https://www.indifferentlanguages.com/words/%ec%84%b1%eb%82%a8%ed%92%80%ec%82%b4%eb%a1%b1%e2%9e%8apukpuk1%eb%8b%b7com%e2%99%93%ec%88%98%ec%9b%90%ed%82%a4%ec%8a%a4%eb%b0%a9%e2%97%80%ea%b3%bc%ec%b2%9c%ec%86%8c%ed%94%84%ed%8a%b8%eb%a3%b8  " target="_blank">r stop and thenth</a><br>e sound of someone splashing after us over the soggy ground. I lookedaround. It was the man with owl-eyed glasses whom I had foundmarvelling over Gatsby's books in the library one night three monthsbefore.I'd never seen him since then. I don't know how he knew <a title="about thefuneral o" href="https://pims.edu/?s=%ec%98%a4%ea%b8%88%ec%98%a4%ed%94%bc%e2%86%97www.pukpuk1%eb%8b%b7%ec%bb%b4%e2%99%a5%eb%b6%84%eb%8b%b9%ed%82%a4%ec%8a%a4%eb%b0%a9%e2%98%82%eb%b6%80%ed%8f%89%ec%98%a4%ed%94%bc  " target="_blank">about thefuneral or</a><br> even his name. The rain poured down his thick glasses andhe took them off and wiped them to see the protecting canvas unrolledfrom Gatsby's grave.I tried to think about Gatsby then for a moment but he was already toofar away and I could only remember, withou<a title="t resentment," 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">t resentment, that Daisy</a>hadn't sent a message or a flower. Dimly I heard someone murmur"Blessed are the dead that the rain falls on," and then the owl-eyedman said "Amen to that," in a brave voice.We straggled down quickly through the rain to the cars. Owl-Eyes spoketo me by th<br><a title="e gate."I coul" href="https://thebridge.in/search?search=%ec%9a%a9%ec%82%b0%ed%9c%b4%ea%b2%8c%ed%85%94%e2%99%a5pukpuk1%eb%8b%b7%ec%bb%b4%e2%9d%84%ec%8b%a0%ec%82%ac%ed%9c%b4%ea%b2%8c%ed%85%94%e2%9c%8f%eb%b6%80%ec%82%b0%ec%98%a4%ed%94%bc  " target="_blank">e gate."I couldn't get </a>to the house," he remarked."Neither could anybody else.""Go on!" He started. "Why, my God! they used to go there by thehundreds."He took off his glasses and wiped them again outside and in."The poor son-of-a-bitch," he said.One of my most vivid memories i<a title="s of coming back " href="https://www.indifferentlanguages.com/words/%eb%8f%99%ec%9e%91%ec%a3%bc%ec%a0%90%e2%98%85pukpuk1%eb%8b%b7%ec%bb%b4%e2%98%80%ec%9a%a9%ec%82%b0%ec%a3%bc%ec%a0%90%e2%9c%8f%ec%84%9c%eb%8c%80%eb%ac%b8%ea%b1%b4%eb%a7%88  " target="_blank">s of coming back </a>west from prep schooland later from college at Christmas time. Those who went farther thanChicago would gather in the old dim Union Station at six o'clock of aDecember evening with a few Chicago friends already caught up intotheir own holiday gayeties to bid th<br><a title="em a hasty goodbye. I r" 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">em a hasty good</a><br>bye. I rememberthe fur coats of the girls returning from Miss This or That's andthe chatter of frozen breath and the hands waving overhead aswe caught sight of old acquaintances and the matchings of invitations:"Are you going to the Ordways'? the Herseys'? the Sc<a title="hultzes'?"and