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El Gran Gatsby
Capítulo 3, Página 2
I
think
the
first
night
I
went
to
Gatsby’s
house,
I
was
one
of
the
few
guests
actually
invited.
People
didn’t
get
invitations—they
just
went
there.
They
got
into
cars
and
ended
up
at
Gatsby’s
door.
Once
there,
someone
who
knew
Gatsby
introduced
them,
and
they
acted
like
they
were
at
an
amusement
park.
Sometimes
they
came
and
went
without
even
meeting
Gatsby,
coming
for
the
party
with
an
open
heart.
I
was
actually
invited.
A
chauffeur
in
a
blue
uniform
came
to
my
lawn
early
Saturday
morning
with
a
formal
note
from
his
employer.
It
said
it
would
be
Gatsby’s
honor
if
I
came
to
his
“little
party”
that
night.
He
had
seen
me
before
and
wanted
to
visit,
but
things
had
stopped
him—signed
Jay
Gatsby,
in
a
grand
style.
I
dressed
in
white
flannels
and
went
to
his
lawn
after
seven.
I
walked
around,
feeling
a
bit
uneasy
among
people
I
didn’t
know,
though
I
saw
some
faces
from
the
train.
I
noticed
many
young
Englishmen,
all
well-dressed,
looking
a
bit
hungry,
talking
quietly
to
rich
Americans.
I
thought
they
were
selling
something
like
bonds,
insurance,
or
cars.
They
seemed
sure
they
could
make
easy
money
with
the
right
words.
When
I
arrived,
I
tried
to
find
my
host.
But
when
I
asked
a
few
people,
they
looked
at
me
in
surprise
and
said
they
didn’t
know
where
he
was.
So,
I
went
to
the
cocktail
table,
the
only
place
where
a
man
could
stand
without
looking
lost.
I
was
about
to
drink
a
lot
because
I
felt
embarrassed
when
Jordan
Baker
came
out
of
the
house.
She
stood
at
the
top
of
the
marble
steps,
leaning
back
a
little,
looking
down
at
the
garden
with
interest.
Whether
I
was
welcome
or
not,
I
felt
I
needed
to
join
someone
before
I
started
talking
to
strangers.
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