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El Gran Gatsby
Capítulo 3, Página 1
There
was
music
from
my
neighbor’s
house
every
summer
night.
In
his
blue
gardens,
men
and
girls
came
and
went
like
moths
among
the
whispers,
champagne,
and
stars.
In
the
afternoon,
I
watched
his
guests
dive
from
the
tower
of
his
raft
or
sunbathe
on
the
hot
sand
of
his
beach.
His
two
motorboats
sped
across
the
water,
pulling
aquaplanes
over
the
foam.
On
weekends,
his
Rolls-Royce
took
people
to
and
from
the
city
from
morning
until
after
midnight.
His
station
wagon
went
quickly
to
meet
all
the
trains.
On
Mondays,
eight
servants,
including
an
extra
gardener,
worked
all
day
with
mops,
brushes,
and
tools,
fixing
the
damage
from
the
night
before.
Every
Friday,
five
crates
of
oranges
and
lemons
came
from
a
fruit
seller
in
New
York.
Every
Monday,
these
same
oranges
and
lemons
left
his
back
door
in
a
pile
of
empty
halves.
There
was
a
machine
in
the
kitchen
that
could
squeeze
the
juice
from
two
hundred
oranges
in
half
an
hour
if
the
butler
pressed
a
button
two
hundred
times.
Every
two
weeks,
caterers
came
with
lots
of
canvas
and
colored
lights
to
make
Gatsby’s
garden
look
like
a
Christmas
tree.
On
buffet
tables,
there
were
shiny
hors-d’oeuvres,
spiced
hams,
salads
with
colorful
designs,
pastry
pigs,
and
golden
turkeys.
In
the
main
hall,
there
was
a
bar
with
a
brass
rail,
filled
with
gin,
liquor,
and
cordials
that
most
of
his
young
female
guests
didn’t
know.
By
seven
o’clock,
the
orchestra
arrived.
It
was
not
small
but
had
many
instruments
like
oboes,
trombones,
saxophones,
viols,
cornets,
piccolos,
and
drums.
The
last
swimmers
came
in
from
the
beach
and
dressed
upstairs.
Cars
from
New
York
parked
five
deep
in
the
drive.
The
halls,
salons,
and
verandas
were
full
of
bright
colors,
new
hairstyles,
and
fancy
shawls.
The
bar
was
busy,
and
cocktails
floated
around
the
garden.
The
air
was
full
of
chatter,
laughter,
and
introductions
forgotten
quickly.
Women
who
didn’t
know
each
other’s
names
met
with
excitement.
The
lights
grew
brighter
as
the
sun
went
down.
The
orchestra
played
lively
music,
and
voices
got
louder.
Laughter
came
easily,
and
people
shared
it
freely.
Groups
changed
quickly,
grew
with
new
arrivals,
and
formed
again.
Girls
moved
confidently
among
the
crowd,
becoming
the
center
of
attention
for
a
moment,
then
moved
on
through
the
changing
faces,
voices,
and
colors
under
the
lights.
Suddenly,
one
girl
in
a
bright
dress
grabbed
a
cocktail,
drank
it
for
courage,
and
danced
alone
on
the
platform.
The
orchestra
leader
changed
the
rhythm
for
her,
and
people
started
talking
as
someone
said
she
was
Gilda
Gray’s
understudy
from
the
Follies.
The
party
had
begun.
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