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El Gran Gatsby
Capítulo 9, Página 22
"Jimmy
always
wanted
to
do
well.
He
often
had
plans
like
this.
Do
you
see
how
he
wants
to
improve
his
mind?
He
always
liked
that.
He
once
told
me
I
ate
like
a
pig,
and
I
hit
him
for
it."
He
didn't
want
to
close
the
book.
He
read
each
thing
aloud
and
looked
at
me.
I
think
he
wanted
me
to
write
down
the
list
for
myself.
A
little
before
three,
the
Lutheran
minister
came
from
Flushing.
I
started
to
look
out
the
windows
for
other
cars.
So
did
Gatsby’s
father.
As
time
passed
and
the
servants
came
in,
his
eyes
blinked
anxiously.
He
talked
about
the
rain
in
a
worried
way.
The
minister
looked
at
his
watch
many
times,
so
I
asked
him
to
wait
for
thirty
minutes.
But
it
didn’t
help.
Nobody
came.
At
five
o'clock,
our
three
cars
reached
the
cemetery.
We
stopped
in
the
rain
by
the
gate—first
a
black
motor
hearse,
then
Mr.
Gatz,
the
minister,
and
me
in
a
limousine.
Later,
four
or
five
servants
and
the
postman
from
West
Egg
came
in
Gatsby’s
station
wagon,
all
very
wet.
As
we
walked
into
the
cemetery,
I
heard
a
car
stop
and
someone
splashing
behind
us.
I
turned
around.
It
was
the
man
with
owl-eyed
glasses.
I
had
seen
him
looking
at
Gatsby’s
books
in
the
library
three
months
ago.
I
hadn’t
seen
him
since
then.
I
didn’t
know
how
he
heard
about
the
funeral
or
even
his
name.
Rain
poured
over
his
thick
glasses.
He
took
them
off
and
wiped
them
to
see
the
canvas
over
Gatsby’s
grave.
I
tried
to
think
about
Gatsby
then,
but
he
felt
far
away.
I
only
remembered
that
Daisy
didn’t
send
a
message
or
flowers.
I
heard
someone
say,
“Blessed
are
the
dead
that
the
rain
falls
on,”
and
the
owl-eyed
man
said,
“Amen
to
that,”
in
a
strong
voice.
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