I tried to think about Gatsby then for a moment

o<a title="nly twoweeks before. B" href="https://www.indifferentlanguages.com/words/%ec%84%9c%ec%b4%88%ec%95%88%eb%a7%88%e2%9d%87pukpuk1%eb%8b%b7com%e2%86%97%ec%88%98%ec%84%9c%ec%95%88%eb%a7%88%e2%9d%87%ec%95%88%ec%96%91%ec%98%a4%ed%94%bc  " target="_blank">nly twoweeks befo</a>re. But what had amused me then turned septic on the air now."How do you feel, Miss Baedeker?"The girl addressed was trying, unsuccessfully, to slump against myshoulder. At this inquiry she sat up and opened her eyes."Wha?"A massive and lethargic woman, who had been urging Daisy to play golfwith her at the local club tomorrow, spoke in Miss Baedeker's defence:"Oh, she's all right now. When she's had five or six cocktails she alwaysstarts screaming like that. I tell her she ought to leave it alone.""I do leave it alone," affirmed the accused hollowly."We <a title="heard you yelli" 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">heard you yel</a>ling, so I said to Doc Civet here: 'There's somebodythat needs your help, Doc.' ""She's much obliged, I'm sure," said another friend, without gratitude."But you got her dress all wet when you stuck her head in the pool.""Anything I hate is to get my head stuck in a pool," mumbled MissBaedeker. "They almost drowned me once over in New Jersey.""Then you ought to leave it alone," countered Doctor Civet."Speak for yourself!" cried Miss Baedeker violently. "Your hand shakes.I wouldn't let you operate on me!"It was like that. Almost the last thing I remember was s<a title="tanding withDaisy an" 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">tanding withDaisy a</a><br>nd watching the moving picture director and his Star. They werestill under the white plum tree and their faces were touching exceptfor a pale thin ray of moonlight between. It occurred to me that hehad been very slowly bending toward her all evening to attain thisproximity, and even while I watched I saw him stoop one ultimate degreeand kiss at her cheek."I like her," said Daisy, "I think she's lovely."But the rest offended her--and inarguably, because it wasn't a gesture butan emotion. She was appalled by West Egg, this unprecedented "place"that Broad<a title="way had begotten upon a " href="https://thebridge.in/search?search=%ec%8b%a0%eb%a6%bc%ec%98%a4%ed%94%bc+pukpuk1%eb%8b%b7%ec%bb%b4%e2%98%85%ec%84%b1%eb%82%a8%ec%95%88%eb%a7%88%e2%9d%87%ec%a2%85%eb%a1%9c%ec%98%a4%ed%94%bc  " target="_blank">way had begotten upon a </a>Long Island fishing village--appalledby its raw vigor that chafed under the old euphemisms and by the tooobtrusive fate that herded its inhabitants along a short cut from nothingto nothing. She saw something awful in the very simplicity she failedto understand.I sat on the front steps with them while they waited for their car. Itwas dark here in front: only the bright door sent ten square feet oflight volleying out into the soft black morning. Sometimes a shadowmoved against a dressing-room blind above, gave way to another shadow,an indefinite pro<a title="cession of shadows, wh" href="https://pims.edu/?s=%ec%8b%a0%ec%82%ac%eb%a0%88%ea%b9%85%ec%8a%a4%eb%a3%b8+www.pukpuk1%eb%8b%b7com%e2%9e%8a%ec%88%98%ec%84%9c%ed%82%a4%ec%8a%a4%eb%b0%a9%e2%98%9c%ec%9d%80%ed%8f%89%ea%b1%b4%eb%a7%88  " target="_blank">cession of shadows, w</a><br>ho rouged and powdered in aninvisible glass."Who is this Gatsby anyhow?" demanded Tom suddenly. "Some big bootlegger?""Where'd you hear that?" I inquired."I didn't hear it. I imagined it. A lot of these newly rich people arejust big bootleggers, you know.""Not Gatsby," I said shortly.He was silent for a moment. The pebbles of the drive crunched under hisfeet."Well, he certainly must have strained himself to get this menagerietogether."A breeze stirred the grey haze of Daisy's fur collar."At least they're more interesting than the people we know," she<a title=" saidwith an effort."" href="https://thebridge.in/search?search=%ea%b1%b4%eb%8c%80%ec%9e%85%ea%b5%ac%ec%98%a4%ed%94%bc%e2%97%86pukpuk1%eb%8b%b7com+%ec%b2%9c%ed%98%b8%ed%92%80%ec%82%b4%eb%a1%b1+%ea%b0%95%eb%82%a8%ea%b1%b4%eb%a7%88  " target="_blank"> saidwith an effo</a><br>rt."You didn't look so interested.""Well, I was."Tom laughed and turned to me."Did you notice Daisy's face when that girl asked her to put her undera cold shower?"Daisy began to sing with the music in a husky, rhythmic whisper,bringing out a meaning in each word that it had never hadbefore and would never have again. When the melody rose, her voicebroke up sweetly, following it, in a way contralto voices have, andeach change tipped out a little of her warm human magic upon the air."Lots of people come who haven't been invited," she said suddenly."That gi<br><a title="rl hadn't been inv" href="https://thebridge.in/search?search=%ec%96%91%ec%9e%ac%ec%98%a4%ed%94%bc%e2%98%80pukpuk1%eb%8b%b7%ec%bb%b4+%ec%8b%a0%ec%82%ac%ec%a3%bc%ec%a0%90+%ec%9d%b8%ec%b2%9c%ec%98%a4%ed%94%bc  " target="_blank">rl hadn't been invi</a><br>ted. They simply force their way in and he'stoo polite to object.""I'd like to know who he is and what he does," insisted Tom. "And I thinkI'll make a point of finding out.""I can tell you right now," she answered. "He owned some drug stores,a lot of drug stores. He built them up himself."The dilatory limousine came rolling up the drive."Good night, Nick," said Daisy.Her glance left me and sought the lighted top of the steps where"Three o'Clock in the Morning," a neat, sad little waltz of that year,was drifting out the open door. After all, in the very<br><a title=" casualness ofGatsby" href="https://thebridge.in/search?search=%ec%95%88%ec%96%91%ec%a3%bc%ec%a0%90%e2%98%80pukpuk1%eb%8b%b7com%e2%86%97%eb%b6%80%ec%b2%9c%ed%9c%b4%ea%b2%8c%ed%85%94%e2%98%82%ea%b0%95%eb%82%a8%ec%86%8c%ed%94%84%ed%8a%b8%eb%a3%b8  " target="_blank"> casualness ofG</a><br>atsby's party there were romantic possibilities totally absent fromher world. What was it up there in the song that seemed to be callingher back inside? What would happen now in the dim incalculable hours?Perhaps some unbelievable guest would arrive, a person infinitely rareand to be marvelled at, some authentically radiant young girl who withone fresh glance at Gatsby, one moment of magical encounter, would blotout those five years of unwavering devotion.I stayed late that night. Gatsby asked me to wait until he was freeand I lingered in the garden until <a title="the inevitable swimming " href="https://www.indifferentlanguages.com/words/%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">the inevitabl</a><br>e swimming party had runup, chilled and exalted, from the black beach, until the lights wereextinguished in the guest rooms overhead. When he came down the steps atlast the tanned skin was drawn unusually tight on his face, and his eyeswere bright and tired."She didn't like it," he said immediately."Of course she did.""She didn't like it," he insisted. "She didn't have a good time."He was silent and I guessed at his unutterable depression."I feel far away from her," he said. "It's hard to make her understand.""You mean about the dance?""The dance?" He dismis<a title="sed all the dances he h" href="https://thebridge.in/search?search=%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">sed all the dance</a>s he had given with a snap ofhis fingers. "Old sport, the dance is unimportant."He wanted nothing less of Daisy than that she should go to Tom and say:"I never loved you." After she had obliterated three years with thatsentence they could decide upon the more practical measures to be taken.One of them was that, after she was free, they were to go back toLouisville and be married from her house--just as if it were fiveyears ago."And she doesn't understand," he said. "She used to be able tounderstand. We'd sit for hours----"He broke off and began to walk u<br><a title="p