"I wanted to get up and slap him on the

D<br><a title="aisy, turning arou" 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">aisy, turning around </a>from the mirror, "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 anybody in this heat!" cried Jordan dismally."Still--I was married in the middle of June<a title="," Daisy reme" href="https://thebridge.in/search?search=%eb%8f%99%ec%9e%91%ec%95%88%eb%a7%88%e2%9e%8apukpuk1%eb%8b%b7com%e2%9c%94%ec%9a%a9%ec%82%b0%eb%a0%88%ea%b9%85%ec%8a%a4%eb%a3%b8%e2%99%93%eb%8f%99%eb%8c%80%eb%ac%b8%ec%86%8c%ed%94%84%ed%8a%b8%eb%a3%b8  " target="_blank">," Daisy remembe</a>red,"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 into my house," appended 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 <br><a title="amoment she added " 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">amoment she </a>added as if she might have sounded irreverent, "Therewasn't any connection.""I used to know a Bill Biloxi from Memphis," I remarked."That was 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 <a title="jazz as the danci" href="https://thebridge.in/search?search=%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">jazz as the dancing </a>began."We're getting old," 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 he knew you. He said he was raised in Louisville.Asa Bird brought him aro<a title="und at the last minu" href="https://thebridge.in/search?search=%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">und at the last minu</a>te 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----"Gatsby's foot beat 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 we<a title="nt to Oxford." href="https://thebridge.in/search?search=%ec%84%9c%ec%b4%88%ec%98%a4%ed%94%bc%e2%86%97pukpuk1%eb%8b%b7%ec%bb%b4+%ec%9a%a9%ec%82%b0%ec%a3%bc%ec%a0%90%e2%9c%94%ec%95%88%ec%84%b1%ec%86%8c%ed%94%84%ed%8a%b8%eb%a3%b8  " target="_blank">nt to Oxford.""Yes</a>--I went there."A pause. Then Tom's voice, incredulous and insulting:"You must have gone there about the time Biloxi went to New Haven."Another pause. 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 kn<a title="ow when.""It wa" 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">ow when.""It was in </a>nineteen-nineteen, I only stayed five months. 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 to get up and slap him on the back. I had one of those rene<br><a title="walsof complet" href="https://thebridge.in/search?search=%eb%8f%84%ea%b3%a1%ed%82%a4%ec%8a%a4%eb%b0%a9%e2%98%82pukpuk1%eb%8b%b7%ec%bb%b4%e2%99%93%ec%82%ac%eb%8b%b9%eb%a0%88%ea%b9%85%ec%8a%a4%eb%a3%b8%e2%99%a5%ec%95%88%ec%96%91%ec%98%a4%ed%94%bc  " target="_blank">walsof complete faith</a> in him that I'd experienced before.Daisy rose, smiling faintly, and went to the table."Open the whiskey, Tom," she ordered. "And I'll make you a mint julep.Then you won't seem so stupid to yourself. . . . Look at the mint!""Wait a minute," snapped Tom, "I want to ask Mr. Gatsby one morequestion.""Go on," Gatsby said politely."What kind of a row are you trying to cause in my house anyhow?"They were out <br><a title="in the open at l" href="https://pims.edu/?s=%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">in the open </a><br>at last and Gatsby was content."He isn't causing a row." Daisy looked desperately from one to theother. "You're causing a row. Please have a little self control.""Self control!" repeated Tom incredulously. "I suppose the latest thingis to sit back and let Mr. Nobody from Nowhere make love to your wife.Well, if that's the idea you can count me out. . . . Nowadays people beginby sneering at family life and family <br><a title="institutions and n" href="https://thebridge.in/search?search=%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">institutions and next </a>they'llthrow everything overboard and have intermarriage between blackand white."Flushed with his impassioned gibberish he saw himself standing alone onthe last barrier of civilization."We're all white here," murmured Jordan."I know I'm not very popular. I don't give big parties. I supposeyou've got to make your house into a pigsty in order to have anyfriends--in the modern world."Angry as I was, as we<a title=" all were, I" 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"> all were, I was tempt</a>ed to laugh whenever he openedhis mouth. The transition from libertine to prig was so complete."I've got something to tell YOU, old sport,----" began Gatsby. But Daisyguessed at his intention."Please don't!" she interrupted helplessly. "Please let's all go home.Why don't we all go home?""That's a good idea." I got up. "Come on, Tom. Nobody wants a drink.""I want to know what Mr. Gatsby has to tell me.