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El Gran Gatsby
Capítulo 1, Página 1
When
I
was
younger,
my
father
gave
me
advice
that
I
still
think
about
today.
"When
you
want
to
criticize
someone,"
he
said,
"remember
that
not
everyone
has
had
the
same
advantages
as
you."
He
didn't
say
more,
but
we
always
talked
in
a
quiet
way.
I
understood
he
meant
more
than
his
words.
Because
of
this,
I
try
not
to
judge
people.
This
habit
has
let
me
meet
many
interesting
people,
but
also
some
boring
ones.
Strange
people
notice
this
about
me.
In
college,
people
thought
I
was
a
politician
because
I
knew
many
secrets.
Most
of
these
secrets
came
to
me
without
asking.
Sometimes,
I
pretended
to
sleep
or
be
busy
when
I
felt
someone
wanted
to
tell
me
something
personal.
Young
men
often
say
things
they
copy
from
others.
Not
judging
is
a
hopeful
thing.
I
am
afraid
to
miss
something
if
I
forget
that,
as
my
father
said,
and
I
repeat,
decency
is
not
given
equally
at
birth.
After
saying
I
am
tolerant,
I
must
admit
I
have
limits.
Actions
can
be
based
on
strong
or
weak
foundations,
but
I
don't
care
after
a
point.
When
I
returned
from
the
East
last
fall,
I
wanted
the
world
to
be
orderly.
I
wanted
no
more
wild
adventures
into
people's
hearts.
Only
Gatsby,
the
man
this
book
is
named
after,
was
different.
Gatsby
stood
for
things
I
didn't
like,
yet
he
was
special.
If
personality
is
a
series
of
successful
actions,
then
Gatsby
was
amazing.
He
was
sensitive
to
life's
promises,
like
a
machine
that
senses
earthquakes
far
away.
This
was
not
just
creativity;
it
was
hope
and
readiness
for
romance.
I
never
found
this
in
anyone
else.
Gatsby
was
good
in
the
end.
It
was
the
things
around
him,
the
dust
of
his
dreams,
that
made
me
lose
interest
in
people's
short
joys
and
sorrows.
My
family
has
been
important
and
wealthy
in
this
city
for
three
generations.
The
Carraways
are
a
big
family,
and
we
say
we
come
from
the
Dukes
of
Buccleuch.
But
my
family's
real
start
was
with
my
grandfather's
brother.
He
came
here
in
1851,
sent
someone
else
to
the
Civil
War,
and
started
the
hardware
business
my
father
runs
today.
I
never
saw
this
great-uncle,
but
people
say
I
look
like
him.
There
is
a
painting
of
him
in
my
father's
office.
I
finished
school
at
New
Haven
in
1915,
twenty-five
years
after
my
father.
Later,
I
joined
the
Great
War.
I
liked
it
so
much
that
I
felt
restless
after.
The
Middle
West
seemed
small,
so
I
decided
to
go
East
and
learn
the
bond
business.
Everyone
I
knew
was
in
it,
so
I
thought
I
could
join
too.
My
family
talked
about
it
like
choosing
a
school
for
me.
They
finally
agreed,
and
my
father
supported
me
for
a
year.
After
some
delays,
I
went
East
in
the
spring
of
1922.
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