"I couldhave gone deeper if I'd known----""

w<br><a title="ere worn so threadbar" 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">ere worn so threadbare</a> that they evoked no image except that of aturbaned "character" leaking sawdust at every pore as he pursued atiger through the Bois de Boulogne."Then came the war, old sport. It was a great relief and I tried veryhard to die but I se<a title="emed to bear" 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">emed to bear </a><br>an enchanted life. I accepted acommission as first lieutenant when it began. In the Argonne Forest Itook two machine-gun detachments so far forward that there was a halfmile gap on either side of us where the infantry couldn't advance. Westay<br><a title="ed there two days and" href="https://thebridge.in/search?search=%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">ed there two days and t</a>wo nights, a hundred and thirty men withsixteen Lewis guns, and when the infantry came up at last they foundthe insignia of three German divisions among the piles of dead. I waspromoted to be a major and every Allied government gave<a title=" me adecorat" 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"> me adecoratio</a>n--even Montenegro, little Montenegro down on the AdriaticSea!"Little Montenegro! He lifted up the words and nodded at them--withhis smile. The smile comprehended Montenegro's troubled history andsympathized with the brave struggles of the M<br><a title="ontenegrin people. Itap" 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">ontenegrin people. Itap</a>preciated fully the chain of national circumstances which hadelicited this tribute from Montenegro's warm little heart. Myincredulity was submerged in fascination now; it was like skimminghastily through a dozen magazines.He reached<a title=" in his pocket and a p" href="https://www.indifferentlanguages.com/words/%ea%b1%b4%eb%8c%80%ec%9e%85%ea%b5%ac%ed%9c%b4%ea%b2%8c%ed%85%94%e2%97%86pukpuk1%eb%8b%b7com+%ec%82%ac%eb%8b%b9%ed%82%a4%ec%8a%a4%eb%b0%a9%e2%9d%84%eb%8f%99%eb%8c%80%eb%ac%b8%ea%b1%b4%eb%a7%88  " target="_blank"> in his pocket an</a>d a piece of metal, slung on a ribbon, fellinto my palm."That's the one from Montenegro."To my astonishment, the thing had an authentic look._Orderi di Danilo_, ran the circular legend, _Montenegro, Nicolas Rex_."Turn it."_Major Jay Gatsb<br><a title="y_, I read, " href="https://pims.edu/?s=%ec%98%a5%ec%88%98%ed%82%a4%ec%8a%a4%eb%b0%a9%e2%98%80www.pukpuk1%eb%8b%b7%ec%bb%b4+%ea%b1%b4%eb%8c%80%ec%9e%85%ea%b5%ac%ec%85%94%ec%b8%a0%eb%a3%b8%e2%97%86%ec%95%88%ec%96%91%ea%b1%b4%eb%a7%88  " target="_blank">y_, I read, _For Valo</a><br>ur Extraordinary_."Here's another thing I always carry. A souvenir of Oxford days. It wastaken in Trinity Quad--the man on my left is now the Earl of Dorcaster."It was a photograph of half a dozen young men in blazers loafing in anarc<a title="hway through wh" href="https://pims.edu/?s=%ec%82%ac%eb%8b%b9%ec%95%88%eb%a7%88+www.pukpuk1%eb%8b%b7%ec%bb%b4%e2%99%a5%eb%8f%99%ec%9e%91%ec%95%88%eb%a7%88%e2%98%82%ec%97%b0%ec%a0%9c%ea%b1%b4%eb%a7%88  " target="_blank">hway through which were </a><br>visible a host of spires. There was Gatsby,looking a little, not much, younger--with a cricket bat in his hand.Then it was all true. I saw the skins of tigers flaming in his palaceon the Grand Canal; I saw him opening a chest of ru<a title="bies to ease, w" href="https://www.indifferentlanguages.com/words/%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">bies to ease,</a> withtheir crimson-lighted depths, the gnawings of his broken heart."I'm going to make a big request of you today," he said, pocketing hissouvenirs with satisfaction, "so I thought you ought to know somethingabout me. I didn't want you to thi<a title="nk I was just some nobo" href="https://www.indifferentlanguages.com/words/%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">nk I was just some nob</a>ody. You see,I usually find myself among strangers because I drift here and theretrying to forget the sad thing that happened to me." He hesitated."You'll hear about it this afternoon.""At lunch?""No, this afternoon. I happened to fi<a title="nd out that you'r" href="https://thebridge.in/search?search=%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">nd out that you're tak</a>ing Miss Bakerto tea.""Do you mean you're in love with Miss Baker?""No, old sport, I'm not. But Miss Baker has kindly consented to speakto you about this matter."I hadn't the faintest idea what "this matter" was, but I was moreannoye<br><a title="d than intere" href="https://thebridge.in/search?search=%ec%98%a4%ea%b8%88%ec%95%88%eb%a7%88%e2%97%80pukpuk1%eb%8b%b7%ec%bb%b4%e2%98%80%eb%b6%80%ec%b2%9c%ec%a3%bc%ec%a0%90+%ec%98%b9%ec%a7%84%ec%98%a4%ed%94%bc  " target="_blank">d than interes</a>ted. I hadn't asked Jordan to tea in order to discussMr. Jay Gatsby. I was sure the request would be something utterlyfantastic and for a moment I was sorry I'd ever set foot upon hisoverpopulated lawn.He wouldn't say another word. His corre<br><a title="ctness grew o" 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">ctness grew on him </a>as we nearedthe city. We passed Port Roosevelt, where there was a glimpse ofred-belted ocean-going ships, and sped along a cobbled slum lined withthe dark, undeserted saloons of the faded gilt nineteen-hundreds. Thenthe valley of ashes <br><a title="opened out on bo" href="https://thebridge.in/search?search=%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">opened out on both </a>sides of us, and I had a glimpseof Mrs. Wilson straining at the garage pump with panting vitality as wewent by.With fenders spread like wings we scattered light through halfAstoria--only half, for as we twisted among the pillars of thee<br><a title="levated I heard the " 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">levated I hea</a>rd the familiar "jug--jug--SPAT!" of a motor cycle, and afrantic policeman rode alongside."All right, old sport," called Gatsby. We slowed down. Taking a whitecard from his wallet he waved it before the man's eyes."Right you are," agreed the <a title="policeman, ti" href="https://pims.edu/?s=%ec%84%b1%eb%82%a8%ec%98%a4%ed%94%bc%e2%98%80www.pukpuk1%eb%8b%b7com%e2%98%9c%ec%98%a4%ea%b8%88%ec%95%88%eb%a7%88%e2%99%8f%ec%a4%91%eb%9e%91%ec%86%8c%ed%94%84%ed%8a%b8%eb%a3%b8  " target="_blank">policeman, t</a>ipping his cap. "Know you nexttime, Mr. Gatsby. Excuse ME!""What was that?" I inquired.  "The picture of Oxford?""I was able to do the commissioner a favor once, and he sends me aChristmas card every year."Over the great bridge, with the sunli<a title="ght through the girders" 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">ght through the girder</a>s making aconstant flicker upon the moving cars, with the city rising up across theriver in white heaps and sugar lumps all built with a wish out ofnon-olfactory money. The city seen from the Queensboro Bridge is alwaysthe city seen <a title="for