I'vebeen drunk for about a week now, and

t<a title="he next hour.I" href="https://pims.edu/?s=%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">he next hour.I told</a> her how I had stopped off in Chicago for a day on my way eastand how a dozen people had sent their love through me."Do they miss me?" she cried ec<br><a title="statically."The whole" href="https://www.indifferentlanguages.com/words/%ec%9e%a5%ec%95%88%ec%98%a4%ed%94%bc%e2%98%85www.pukpuk1%eb%8b%b7com%e2%98%82%ec%8b%a0%ec%82%ac%eb%a0%88%ea%b9%85%ec%8a%a4%eb%a3%b8%e2%99%93%ea%b0%95%ed%99%94%ec%98%a4%ed%94%bc  " target="_blank">statically."The whole t</a>own is desolate. All the cars have the left rear wheelpainted black as a mourning wreath and there's a persistent wail allnight along the North<a title=" Shore.""How" href="https://pims.edu/?s=%ec%98%a4%ea%b8%88%ec%98%a4%ed%94%bc%e2%9d%87www.pukpuk1%eb%8b%b7com%e2%99%93%ec%88%98%ec%84%9c%ec%85%94%ec%b8%a0%eb%a3%b8%e2%99%8f%ec%88%98%ec%98%81%ec%98%a4%ed%94%bc  " target="_blank"> Shore.""How gorge</a>ous! Let's go back, Tom. Tomorrow!" Then she addedirrelevantly, "You ought to see the baby.""I'd like to.""She's asleep. She's two years old. Haven'<br><a title="t you ever seen her?" href="https://www.indifferentlanguages.com/words/%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">t you ever seen h</a>er?""Never.""Well, you ought to see her. She's----"Tom Buchanan who had been hovering restlessly about the room stoppedand rested his hand on my shou<br><a title="lder."What you" href="https://thebridge.in/search?search=%ec%84%b1%ec%88%98%ed%9c%b4%ea%b2%8c%ed%85%94+www.pukpuk1%eb%8b%b7com%e2%9c%8f%ec%96%91%ec%9e%ac%ed%9c%b4%ea%b2%8c%ed%85%94%e2%97%80%ec%9d%98%ec%99%95%ea%b1%b4%eb%a7%88  " target="_blank">lder."What you doing, N</a>ick?""I'm a bond man.""Who with?"I told him."Never heard of them," he remarked decisively.This annoyed me."You will," I answered shortly. "You <a title="will if you stay in the " 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">will if you stay</a><br> in the East.""Oh, I'll stay in the East, don't you worry," he said, glancing atDaisy and then back at me, as if he were alert for something more."I'd<a title=" be a God Damned fool to" 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"> be a God Damned fool to</a> live anywhere else."At this point Miss Baker said "Absolutely!" with such suddenness that Istarted--it was the first word she uttered since I<a title=" came into the" 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"> came into the room.Evid</a>ently it surprised her as much as it did me, for she yawned andwith a series of rapid, deft movements stood up into the room."I'm stiff," she <a title="complained, "I've bee" 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">complained, "I've</a> been lying on that sofa for as longas I can remember.""Don't look at me," Daisy retorted. "I've been trying to get you to NewYork all afternoon.""No<a title=", thanks," said Miss Ba" href="https://thebridge.in/search?search=%ec%9e%a5%ec%95%88%ec%98%a4%ed%94%bc%e2%98%85www.pukpuk1%eb%8b%b7com%e2%98%82%ec%8b%a0%ec%82%ac%eb%a0%88%ea%b9%85%ec%8a%a4%eb%a3%b8%e2%99%93%ea%b0%95%ed%99%94%ec%98%a4%ed%94%bc  " target="_blank">, thanks," sa</a>id Miss Baker to the four cocktails just in from thepantry, "I'm absolutely in training."Her host looked at her incredulously."You are!" He took down his<a title=" drink as if it w" 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"> drink as if it were a</a> drop in the bottom ofa glass. "How you ever get anything done is beyond me."I looked at Miss Baker wondering what it was she "got done." I enjo<a title="yedlooking at" href="https://pims.edu/?s=%ea%b5%90%eb%8c%80%ed%9c%b4%ea%b2%8c%ed%85%94%e2%99%8fwww.pukpuk1%eb%8b%b7%ec%bb%b4%e2%86%97%ec%9a%a9%ec%82%b0%ec%85%94%ec%b8%a0%eb%a3%b8%e2%9c%94%ec%96%91%ec%b2%9c%ea%b1%b4%eb%a7%88  " target="_blank">yedlooking at her. She </a>was a slender, small-breasted girl, with an erectcarriage which she accentuated by throwing her body backward at theshoulders like a young cade<a title="t. Her grey sun" href="https://pims.edu/?s=%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">t. Her grey sun-straine</a>d eyes looked back atme with polite reciprocal curiosity out of a wan, charming discontentedface. It occurred to me now that I had seen her, or<a title=" a picture o" href="https://www.indifferentlanguages.com/words/%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"> a picture of her,so</a>mewhere before."You live in West Egg," she remarked contemptuously. "I know somebodythere.""I don't know a single----""You must know Gatsby.""Gats<a title="by?" demanded" href="https://www.indifferentlanguages.com/words/%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">by?" demande</a>d Daisy. "What Gatsby?"Before I could reply that he was my neighbor dinner was announced;wedging his tense arm imperatively under mine Tom Buchanan compel<a title="ledme from the room" href="https://pims.edu/?s=%ec%9e%a5%ec%95%88%ec%98%a4%ed%94%bc%e2%9d%a4www.pukpuk1%eb%8b%b7%ec%bb%b4%e2%98%82%ec%84%b1%eb%82%a8%ec%98%a4%ed%94%bc%e2%9d%84%ec%95%88%ec%96%91%ec%98%a4%ed%94%bc  " target="_blank">ledme from th</a>e room as though he were moving a checker to another square.Slenderly, languidly, their hands set lightly on their hips the twoyoung women preceded us ou<a title="t onto a rosy-colore" href="https://pims.edu/?s=%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">t onto a rosy-col</a>ored porch open toward thesunset where four candles flickered on the table in the diminishedwind."Why CANDLES?" objected Daisy, frowning. She snapped<br><a title=" them out with " href="https://thebridge.in/search?search=%ea%b5%90%eb%8c%80%ed%9c%b4%ea%b2%8c%ed%85%94%e2%99%8fwww.pukpuk1%eb%8b%b7%ec%bb%b4%e2%86%97%ec%9a%a9%ec%82%b0%ec%85%94%ec%b8%a0%eb%a3%b8%e2%9c%94%ec%96%91%ec%b2%9c%ea%b1%b4%eb%a7%88  " target="_blank"> them out with h</a><br>erfingers. "In two weeks it'll be the longest day in the year."She looked at us all radiantly. "Do you always watch for the longest dayof the year and<a title=" then miss it? I alwa" 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"> then miss it? I al</a><br>ways watch for the longest day in theyear and then miss it.""We ought to plan something," yawned Miss Baker, sitting down at thetable as if she wer<a title="e getting into" href="https://www.indifferentlanguages.com/words/%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">e getting into bed</a><br>."All right," said Daisy. "What'll we plan?" She turned to me helplessly."What do people plan?"Before I could answer her eyes fastened with an awed <a title="expression on " 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">expression on herlitt</a><br>le finger."Look!" she complained. "I hurt it."We all looked--the knuckle was black and blue."You did it, Tom," she said accusingly. "I know you d<a title="idn't mean tobut yo" href="https://pims.edu/?s=%ec%95%88%ec%96%91%ed%82%a4%ec%8a%a4%eb%b0%a9+www.pukpuk1%eb%8b%b7%ec%bb%b4%e2%99%8f%ec%84%b1%eb%82%a8%eb%a0%88%ea%b9%85%ec%8a%a4%eb%a3%b8+%ec%84%b1%eb%8f%99%ea%b1%b4%eb%a7%88  " target="_blank">idn't mean tobut</a><br> you DID do it. That's what I get for marrying a brute of a man,a great big hulking physical specimen of a----""I hate that word hulking," objected To<br><a title="m crossly, "even in" 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">m crossly, "</a>even in kidding.""Hulking," insisted Daisy.Sometimes she and Miss Baker talked at once, unobtrusively and with abantering inconsequence that was never qui<a title="te chatter, that was as" href="https://thebridge.in/search?search=%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">te chatter, that w</a>as as coolas their white dresses and their impersonal eyes in the absence of alldesire. They were here--and they accepted Tom and me, making only ap<a title="olite pleasant effort t" href="https://thebridge.in/search?search=%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">olite pleasant e</a>ffort to entertain or to be entertained. They knewthat presently dinner would be over and a little later the evening toowould be over and casually put<br><a title=" away. It was shar" href="https://thebridge.in/search?search=%ea%b5%90%eb%8c%80%ec%a3%bc%ec%a0%90%e2%98%85pukpuk1%eb%8b%b7com%e2%98%85%ec%95%95%ea%b5%ac%ec%a0%95%ec%85%94%ec%b8%a0%eb%a3%b8%e2%9c%8f%ea%b0%95%eb%82%a8%ec%86%8c%ed%94%84%ed%8a%b8%eb%a3%b8  " target="_blank"> away. It wa</a>s sharply different from theWest where an evening was hurried from phase to phase toward itsclose in a continually disappointed anticipation or else in sh<a title="eernervous dread of th" href="https://thebridge.in/search?search=%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">eernervous dr</a><br>ead of the moment itself."You make me feel uncivilized, Daisy," I confessed on my second glassof corky but rather impressive claret. "Can't you talk abou<a title="t crops or