"Daisy invited him; she knew him before

a<br><a title="nd thenthe soun" href="https://www.indifferentlanguages.com/words/%ec%82%ac%eb%8b%b9%ec%98%a4%ed%94%bc%e2%98%9cpukpuk1%eb%8b%b7%ec%bb%b4%e2%97%80%ec%98%a4%ea%b8%88%ed%92%80%ec%82%b4%eb%a1%b1%e2%9d%84%ec%9d%98%ec%99%95%ec%86%8c%ed%94%84%ed%8a%b8%eb%a3%b8  " target="_blank">nd thenthe sound of so</a><br>meone splashing after us over the soggy ground. I lookedaround. It was the man with owl-eyed glasses whom I had foundmarvelling over Gatsby's book<br><a title="s in the library one " 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">s in the library one</a> night three monthsbefore.I'd never seen him since then. I don't know how he knew about thefuneral or even his name. The rain poured down his thick <a title="glasses andhe took them " 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">glasses andhe took them</a> off and wiped them to see the protecting canvas unrolledfrom Gatsby's grave.I tried to think about Gatsby then for a moment but he was already t<a title="oofar away and I could" href="https://www.indifferentlanguages.com/words/%ec%96%91%ec%9e%ac%ed%82%a4%ec%8a%a4%eb%b0%a9+pukpuk1%eb%8b%b7com+%ec%9a%a9%ec%82%b0%ed%9c%b4%ea%b2%8c%ed%85%94%e2%98%85%ec%95%88%ec%96%91%ec%86%8c%ed%94%84%ed%8a%b8%eb%a3%b8  " target="_blank">oofar away and I c</a>ould only remember, without resentment, that Daisyhadn't sent a message or a flower. Dimly I heard someone murmur"Blessed are the dead that the rain f<a title="alls on," an" href="https://pims.edu/?s=%eb%8f%84%ea%b3%a1%ec%95%88%eb%a7%88%e2%98%85pukpuk1%eb%8b%b7com%e2%99%8f%ec%8b%a0%ec%82%ac%ec%98%a4%ed%94%bc%e2%9d%a4%ec%97%b0%ec%88%98%ec%86%8c%ed%94%84%ed%8a%b8%eb%a3%b8  " target="_blank">alls on," and </a><br>then the owl-eyedman said "Amen to that," in a brave voice.We straggled down quickly through the rain to the cars. Owl-Eyes spoketo me by the gate."I coul<br><a title="dn't get to the hou" href="https://pims.edu/?s=%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">dn't get to t</a>he house," he remarked."Neither could anybody else.""Go on!" He started. "Why, my God! they used to go there by thehundreds."He took off his glasses and wi<a title="ped them again o" href="https://www.indifferentlanguages.com/words/%ec%84%9c%ec%b4%88%ec%95%88%eb%a7%88%e2%9d%a4pukpuk1%eb%8b%b7%ec%bb%b4%e2%98%85%ec%88%98%ec%a0%95%ed%9c%b4%ea%b2%8c%ed%85%94%e2%99%93%ec%a4%91%ea%b5%ac%ec%86%8c%ed%94%84%ed%8a%b8%eb%a3%b8  " target="_blank">ped them again outside </a>and in."The poor son-of-a-bitch," he said.One of my most vivid memories is of coming back west from prep schooland later from college at Christma<a title="s time. Those who we" href="https://www.indifferentlanguages.com/words/%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">s time. Those who wen</a>t farther thanChicago would gather in the old dim Union Station at six o'clock of aDecember evening with a few Chicago friends already caught up in<a title="totheir own hol" href="https://pims.edu/?s=%ec%98%a4%ea%b8%88%eb%a0%88%ea%b9%85%ec%8a%a4%eb%a3%b8%e2%9d%a4pukpuk1%eb%8b%b7com%e2%99%a5%eb%8f%99%ec%9e%91%ec%a3%bc%ec%a0%90%e2%9d%84%ed%99%94%ec%84%b1%ec%98%a4%ed%94%bc  " target="_blank">totheir own holiday </a><br>gayeties to bid them a hasty goodbye. I rememberthe fur coats of the girls returning from Miss This or That's andthe chatter of frozen breath and th<a title="e hands waving overhe" href="https://pims.edu/?s=%ec%82%ac%eb%8b%b9%ec%98%a4%ed%94%bc%e2%98%9cpukpuk1%eb%8b%b7%ec%bb%b4%e2%97%80%ec%98%a4%ea%b8%88%ed%92%80%ec%82%b4%eb%a1%b1%e2%9d%84%ec%9d%98%ec%99%95%ec%86%8c%ed%94%84%ed%8a%b8%eb%a3%b8  " target="_blank">e hands wavin</a>g overhead aswe caught sight of old acquaintances and the matchings of invitations:"Are you going to the Ordways'? the Herseys'? the Schultzes'?"and the lo<a title="ng green ticke" href="https://pims.edu/?s=%ec%8b%a0%eb%a6%bc%ec%95%88%eb%a7%88%e2%97%80www.pukpuk1%eb%8b%b7%ec%bb%b4%e2%98%82%ec%84%b1%eb%82%a8%ed%82%a4%ec%8a%a4%eb%b0%a9%e2%86%97%ec%9c%a0%ec%84%b1%ec%86%8c%ed%94%84%ed%8a%b8%eb%a3%b8  " target="_blank">ng green tickets claspe</a><br>d tight in our gloved hands.And last the murky yellow cars of the Chicago, Milwaukee and St. PaulRailroad looking cheerful as Christmas itself on<br><a title=" the tracks besidethe g" 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"> the tracks besidethe</a><br> gate.When we pulled out into the winter night and the real snow, our snow,began to stretch out beside us and twinkle against the windows, and thed<a title="im lights of sma" href="https://pims.edu/?s=%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">im lights of s</a><br>mall Wisconsin stations moved by, a sharp wild bracecame suddenly into the air. We drew in deep breaths of it as we walkedback from dinner through the col<a title="d vestibules," href="https://www.indifferentlanguages.com/words/%ea%b1%b4%eb%8c%80%ec%9e%85%ea%b5%ac%ec%a3%bc%ec%a0%90%e2%97%86pukpuk1%eb%8b%b7com+%ec%84%9c%ec%b4%88%ed%82%a4%ec%8a%a4%eb%b0%a9%e2%9d%a4%ec%9d%b8%ec%b2%9c%ec%86%8c%ed%94%84%ed%8a%b8%eb%a3%b8  " target="_blank">d vestibules, unutt</a>erably aware of ouridentity with this country for one strange hour before we meltedindistinguishably into it again.That's my middle west--not the whe<a title="at or the prairies or th" href="https://thebridge.in/search?search=%ec%98%a5%ec%88%98%ed%82%a4%ec%8a%a4%eb%b0%a9+www.pukpuk1%eb%8b%b7%ec%bb%b4%e2%98%82%eb%8f%84%ea%b3%a1%ed%92%80%ec%82%b4%eb%a1%b1%e2%9c%94%ec%88%98%ec%9b%90%ea%b1%b4%eb%a7%88  " target="_blank">at or the prairies </a>or the lost Swedetowns but the thrilling, returning trains of my youth and the streetlamps and sleigh bells in the frosty dark and the shadows of hol<a title="lywreaths thrown" href="https://www.indifferentlanguages.com/words/%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">lywreaths thr</a>own by lighted windows on the snow. I am part of that, alittle solemn with the feel of those long winters, a little complacentfrom growing up in the Carraw<a title="ay house in a city where" 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">ay house in a c</a>ity where dwellings arestill called through decades by a family's name. I see now that thishas been a story of the West, after all--Tom and Gatsby, Daisy<a title=" andJordan and I, were" href="https://www.indifferentlanguages.com/words/%ec%98%a4%ea%b8%88%ec%98%a4%ed%94%bc%e2%9e%8awww.pukpuk1%eb%8b%b7com%e2%9e%8a%ea%b5%90%eb%8c%80%eb%a0%88%ea%b9%85%ec%8a%a4%eb%a3%b8%e2%9d%a4%eb%b6%80%ec%82%b0%ec%86%8c%ed%94%84%ed%8a%b8%eb%a3%b8  " target="_blank"> andJordan and I, were </a>all Westerners, and perhaps we possessed somedeficiency in common which made us subtly unadaptable to Eastern life.Even when the East excited me <a title="most, even when I was mo" 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">most, even when I wa</a><br>s most keenly awareof its superiority to the bored, sprawling, swollen towns beyond theOhio, with their interminable inquisitions which spared only <a title="thechildren and the v" href="https://pims.edu/?s=%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">thechildren and t</a>he very old--even then it had always for me a quality ofdistortion. West Egg especially still figures in my more fantasticdreams. I see it as a night s<a title="cene by El G" 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">cene by El Greco: </a><br>a hundred houses, atonce conventional and grotesque, crouching under a sullen, overhangingsky and a lustreless moon. In the foreground four solemn men<a title=" in dresssui" 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"> in dresssuits </a>are walking along the sidewalk with a stretcher on which lies adrunken woman in a white evening dress. Her hand, which dangles overthe side, sparkles col<a title="d with jewels" href="https://pims.edu/?s=%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">d with jewels. G</a>ravely the men turn in at ahouse--the wrong house. But no one knows the woman's name, and no onecares.After Gatsby's death the East was haunted for me l<a title="ike that, di" 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">ike that, distorted</a>beyond my eyes' power of correction. So when the blue smoke of brittleleaves was in the air and the wind blew the wet laundry stiff on theline I deci<a title="ded to come bac" 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">ded to come bac</a><br>k home.There was one thing to be done before I left, an awkward, unpleasantthing that perhaps had better have been let alone. But I wanted toleave things<a title=" in order and not just" href="https://pims.edu/?s=%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"> in order and no</a><br>t just trust that obliging and indifferentsea to sweep my refuse away. I saw Jordan Baker and talked over andaround what had happened to us together and<a title=" what had happenedafter" href="https://pims.edu/?s=%ec%88%98%ec%9b%90%ec%a3%bc%ec%a0%90%e2%9d%a4www.pukpuk1%eb%8b%b7%ec%bb%b4%e2%98%85%ec%88%98%ec%84%9c%eb%a0%88%ea%b9%85%ec%8a%a4%eb%a3%b8%e2%97%86%ec%95%88%ec%96%91%ec%86%8c%ed%94%84%ed%8a%b8%eb%a3%b8  " target="_blank"> what had happened</a>afterward to me, and she lay perfectly still listening in a bigchair.She was dressed to play golf and I remember thinking she looked like agood illust<a title="ration, her chin raised " 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">ration, her c</a>hin raised a little, jauntily, her hair thecolor of an autumn leaf, her face the same brown tint as the fingerlessglove on her knee. When I had finished sh<a title="e