I waited,and sure enough, in a moment sh

f<a title="eet upon the lawn" href="https://thebridge.in/search?search=%ec%88%98%ec%84%9c%ed%82%a4%ec%8a%a4%eb%b0%a9%e2%98%82www.pukpuk1%eb%8b%b7%ec%bb%b4%e2%9d%87%ec%82%ac%eb%8b%b9%ec%98%a4%ed%94%bc%e2%9e%8a%ec%84%b1%eb%8f%99%ec%86%8c%ed%94%84%ed%8a%b8%eb%a3%b8  " target="_blank">eet upon the</a> lawn suggestedthat it was Mr. Gatsby himself, come out to determine what share washis of our local heavens.I decided to call to him. Miss Baker had mentioned him at dinner, andthat would do for an introduction. But I didn't call to hi<br><a title="m for he gavea su" 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">m for he gavea</a><br> sudden intimation that he was content to be alone--he stretched out hisarms toward the dark water in a curious way, and far as I was from himI could have sworn he was trembling. Involuntarily I glanced seaward--anddistinguished noth<a title="ing except a single gre" href="https://www.indifferentlanguages.com/words/%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">ing except a sin</a>gle green light, minute and far away,that might have been the end of a dock. When I looked once more for Gatsbyhe had vanished, and I was alone again in the unquiet darkness.Chapter 2About half way between West Egg and New York the<a title=" motor-road hastilyj" href="https://www.indifferentlanguages.com/words/%ec%96%91%ec%9e%ac%ed%82%a4%ec%8a%a4%eb%b0%a9%e2%86%97pukpuk1%eb%8b%b7%ec%bb%b4%e2%9d%87%ec%9e%a5%ec%95%88%eb%a0%88%ea%b9%85%ec%8a%a4%eb%a3%b8+%eb%b6%80%ed%8f%89%ec%86%8c%ed%94%84%ed%8a%b8%eb%a3%b8  " target="_blank"> motor-road hast</a><br>ilyjoins the railroad and runs beside it for a quarter of a mile, so as toshrink away from a certain desolate area of land. This is a valley ofashes--a fantastic farm where ashes grow like wheat into ridges andhills and grotesque g<br><a title="ardens where ashes take" href="https://www.indifferentlanguages.com/words/%ea%b5%90%eb%8c%80%ec%a3%bc%ec%a0%90%e2%86%97pukpuk1%eb%8b%b7com%e2%86%97%ec%84%9c%ec%b4%88%ec%a3%bc%ec%a0%90%e2%98%80%eb%8f%84%eb%b4%89%ea%b1%b4%eb%a7%88  " target="_blank">ardens where</a> ashes take the forms of houses andchimneys and rising smoke and finally, with a transcendent effort, ofmen who move dimly and already crumbling through the powdery air.Occasionally a line of grey cars crawls along an invisible track, <br><a title="givesout a ghastly c" href="https://thebridge.in/search?search=%eb%8f%99%ec%9e%91%ed%9c%b4%ea%b2%8c%ed%85%94%e2%99%93www.pukpuk1%eb%8b%b7%ec%bb%b4%e2%98%85%ec%98%a4%ea%b8%88%ec%a3%bc%ec%a0%90%e2%9d%87%ec%9c%a0%ec%84%b1%ec%86%8c%ed%94%84%ed%8a%b8%eb%a3%b8  " target="_blank">givesout a gh</a>astly creak and comes to rest, and immediately the ash-greymen swarm up with leaden spades and stir up an impenetrable cloudwhich screens their obscure operations from your sight.But above the grey land and the spasms of bleak dust wh<br><a title="ich driftendlessly ove" href="https://www.indifferentlanguages.com/words/%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">ich driftendlessly o</a>ver it, you perceive, after a moment, the eyes of Doctor T.J. Eckleburg. The eyes of Doctor T. J. Eckleburg are blue andgigantic--their retinas are one yard high. They look out of no face but,instead, from a pair of enormous ye<a title="llow spectacles whi" 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">llow spectacles w</a>hich pass over anonexistent nose. Evidently some wild wag of an oculist set them there tofatten his practice in the borough of Queens, and then sank down himselfinto eternal blindness or forgot them and moved away. But his eyes,di<br><a title="mmed a little by many p" href="https://thebridge.in/search?search=%ea%b1%b4%eb%8c%80%ec%9e%85%ea%b5%ac%ec%85%94%ec%b8%a0%eb%a3%b8%e2%9d%87pukpuk1%eb%8b%b7com%e2%9c%94%eb%8f%84%ea%b3%a1%ec%95%88%eb%a7%88+%ea%b0%95%eb%82%a8%ec%86%8c%ed%94%84%ed%8a%b8%eb%a3%b8  " target="_blank">mmed a little by many </a>paintless days under sun and rain, brood on overthe solemn dumping ground.The valley of ashes is bounded on one side by a small foul river, andwhen the drawbridge is up to let barges through, the passengers onwaiting trains c<a title="an stare at the dismal " href="https://thebridge.in/search?search=%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">an stare at th</a><br>e dismal scene for as long as half anhour. There is always a halt there of at least a minute and it wasbecause of this that I first met Tom Buchanan's mistress.The fact that he had one was insisted upon wherever he was known. Hisacqu<a title="aintances resen" href="https://www.indifferentlanguages.com/words/%ec%95%88%ec%96%91%ed%92%80%ec%82%b4%eb%a1%b1%e2%9d%a4pukpuk1%eb%8b%b7com%e2%97%80%ea%b0%95%eb%82%a8%ed%82%a4%ec%8a%a4%eb%b0%a9%e2%98%9c%ed%8c%94%eb%8b%ac%ec%98%a4%ed%94%bc  " target="_blank">aintances resented</a> the fact that he turned up in popularrestaurants with her and, leaving her at a table, sauntered about,chatting with whomsoever he knew. Though I was curious to see her Ihad no desire to meet her--but I did. I went up to New Yor<br><a title="k with Tom onthe tra" href="https://thebridge.in/search?search=%ec%8b%a0%eb%a6%bc%ed%92%80%ec%82%b4%eb%a1%b1%e2%9e%8awww.pukpuk1%eb%8b%b7%ec%bb%b4%e2%86%97%ec%88%98%ec%a0%95%ed%92%80%ec%82%b4%eb%a1%b1%e2%98%9c%ec%98%81%eb%93%b1%ed%8f%ac%ec%98%a4%ed%94%bc  " target="_blank">k with Tom onthe</a> train one afternoon and when we stopped by the ashheaps he jumpedto his feet and taking hold of my elbow literally forced me from thecar."We're getting off!" he insisted. "I want you to meet my girl."I think he'd tanked up a good <a title="deal at luncheon" href="https://pims.edu/?s=%ec%84%b1%ec%88%98%ed%92%80%ec%82%b4%eb%a1%b1%e2%86%97www.pukpuk1%eb%8b%b7%ec%bb%b4%e2%9c%94%eb%8f%84%ea%b3%a1%ec%95%88%eb%a7%88%e2%9d%87%eb%b6%80%ed%8f%89%ec%98%a4%ed%94%bc  " target="_blank">deal at luncheon an</a>d his determination tohave my company bordered on violence. The supercilious assumption was thaton Sunday afternoon I had nothing better to do.I followed him over a low white-washed railroad fence and we walkedback a hundred yar<a title="ds along the" href="https://thebridge.in/search?search=%ec%98%a4%ea%b8%88%ed%82%a4%ec%8a%a4%eb%b0%a9%e2%98%80www.pukpuk1%eb%8b%b7com%e2%99%8f%ec%95%95%ea%b5%ac%ec%a0%95%eb%a0%88%ea%b9%85%ec%8a%a4%eb%a3%b8+%ec%9c%a0%ec%84%b1%ea%b1%b4%eb%a7%88  " target="_blank">ds along the road und</a><br>er Doctor Eckleburg's persistentstare. The only building in sight was a small block of yellow bricksitting on the edge of the waste land, a sort of compact Main Streetministering to it and contiguous to absolutely nothing. One<br><a title=" of thethree s" 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"> of thethree shops it co</a><br>ntained was for rent and another was an all-nightrestaurant approached by a trail of ashes; the third was agarage--Repairs. GEORGE B. WILSON. Cars Bought and Sold--and I followedTom inside.The interior was unprosperous and <br><a title="bare; the only car v" href="https://thebridge.in/search?search=%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">bare; the only car</a><br> visible was thedust-covered wreck of a Ford which crouched in a dim corner. It hadoccurred to me that this shadow of a garage must be a blind and thatsumptuous and romantic apartments were concealed overhead when theproprietor h<br><a title="imself appeared 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">imself appea</a><br>red in the door of an office, wiping his handson a piece of waste. He was a blonde, spiritless man, anaemic, andfaintly handsome. When he saw us a damp gleam of hope sprang into hislight blue eyes."Hello, Wilson, old man," said Tom, sl<br><a title="apping him j" href="https://pims.edu/?s=%ec%84%b1%ec%88%98%ed%92%80%ec%82%b4%eb%a1%b1%e2%86%97www.pukpuk1%eb%8b%b7%ec%bb%b4%e2%9c%94%eb%8f%84%ea%b3%a1%ec%95%88%eb%a7%88%e2%9d%87%eb%b6%80%ed%8f%89%ec%98%a4%ed%94%bc  " target="_blank">apping him jo</a>vially on theshoulder. "How's business?""I can't complain," answered Wilson unconvincingly. "When are you goingto sell me that car?""Next week; I've got my man working on it now.""Works pretty slow, don't he?""No, he doesn't," said To<a title="m coldly. "And if " href="https://thebridge.in/search?search=%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">m coldly. "And if you f</a>eel that way about it,maybe I'd better sell it somewhere else after all.""I don't mean that," explained Wilson quickly. "I just meant----"His voice faded off and Tom glanced impatiently around the garage. ThenI heard footste<a title="ps on a stairs and" href="https://www.indifferentlanguages.com/words/%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">ps on a stairs and in a</a> moment the thickish figure of awoman blocked out the light from the office door. She was in the middlethirties, and faintly stout, but she carried her surplus flesh sensuouslyas some women can. Her face, above a spotted dre<a title="ss of dark bluecrepe-d" href="https://pims.edu/?s=%eb%b6%84%eb%8b%b9%ed%92%80%ec%82%b4%eb%a1%b1%e2%98%85www.pukpuk1%eb%8b%b7com%e2%9e%8a%ea%b8%88%ed%98%b8%ec%a3%bc%ec%a0%90%e2%97%80%ec%98%a4%ec%82%b0%ec%86%8c%ed%94%84%ed%8a%b8%eb%a3%b8  " target="_blank">ss of dark b</a>luecrepe-de-chine, contained no facet or gleam of beauty but there was animmediately perceptible vitality about her as if the nerves of her bodywere continually smouldering. She smiled slowly and walking through herhusband as if he wer<br><a title="e a ghost shook hands" href="https://www.indifferentlanguages.com/words/%ec%98%a5%ec%88%98%ec%95%88%eb%a7%88%e2%99%8fpukpuk1%eb%8b%b7%ec%bb%b4%e2%98%9c%ec%b2%9c%ed%98%b8%ec%98%a4%ed%94%bc%e2%97%86%eb%82%a8%ec%96%91%ec%a3%bc%ea%b1%b4%eb%a7%88  " target="_blank">e a ghost shoo</a>k hands with Tom, looking him flush inthe eye. Then she wet her lips and without turning around spoke to herhusband in a soft, coarse voice:"Get some chairs, why don't you, so somebody can sit down.""Oh, sure," agreed Wilson hurriedl<a title="y and went toward