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El Gran Gatsby
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When
I
was
younger
and
more
impressionable,
my
father
gave
me
advice
that
I
have
thought
about
ever
since.
"Whenever
you
feel
like
criticizing
someone,"
he
said,
"just
remember
that
not
everyone
in
this
world
has
had
the
advantages
you've
had."
He
didn’t
say
anything
else,
but
we
have
always
communicated
well
in
a
quiet
way.
I
understood
he
meant
much
more.
Because
of
this,
I
try
not
to
judge
people.
This
habit
has
let
me
meet
many
interesting
types
and
also
made
me
the
target
of
some
boring
people.
Strange
people
notice
this
quality
in
normal
people,
and
in
college,
I
was
unfairly
called
a
politician
because
I
knew
the
secrets
of
wild,
unknown
men.
Most
of
these
secrets
were
not
asked
for—I
often
pretended
to
be
asleep
or
busy
when
I
saw
that
someone
was
about
to
share
something
personal.
Young
men’s
secrets,
or
at
least
how
they
tell
them,
are
often
copied
from
others
and
not
very
honest.
Not
judging
people
is
a
way
to
stay
hopeful.
I
still
fear
missing
out
if
I
forget
that,
as
my
father
and
I
somewhat
arrogantly
suggest,
basic
decency
is
not
given
equally
at
birth.
After
boasting
about
my
tolerance,
I
must
admit
it
has
limits.
Behavior
may
be
based
on
strong
or
weak
foundations,
but
after
a
point,
I
don’t
care.
When
I
returned
from
the
East
last
fall,
I
wanted
the
world
to
be
disciplined
and
moral.
I
didn’t
want
any
more
wild
adventures
into
the
human
heart.
Only
Gatsby,
the
man
this
book
is
about,
was
an
exception—Gatsby,
who
stood
for
everything
I
naturally
dislike.
If
personality
is
a
series
of
successful
actions,
then
Gatsby
was
special.
He
had
a
keen
sensitivity
to
life’s
promises,
like
a
machine
that
detects
distant
earthquakes.
This
didn’t
come
from
a
weak
creativity
but
from
a
unique
hopefulness
and
romantic
readiness
I
haven’t
seen
in
anyone
else.
No—Gatsby
was
fine
in
the
end;
it
was
what
affected
him,
the
bad
things
following
his
dreams,
that
stopped
my
interest
in
the
short-lived
joys
and
sorrows
of
others.
My
family
has
been
important
and
wealthy
in
this
Midwestern
city
for
three
generations.
The
Carraways
are
like
a
clan,
and
we
say
we
are
descended
from
the
Dukes
of
Buccleuch,
but
the
real
founder
was
my
grandfather’s
brother.
He
came
here
in
1851,
hired
someone
to
take
his
place
in
the
Civil
War,
and
started
the
wholesale
hardware
business
my
father
runs
today.
I
never
met
this
great-uncle,
but
people
say
I
look
like
him,
especially
in
a
stern
painting
in
my
father’s
office.
I
graduated
from
New
Haven
in
1915,
twenty-five
years
after
my
father,
and
later
joined
the
Great
War.
I
enjoyed
the
experience
so
much
that
I
returned
restless.
The
Midwest
seemed
less
exciting,
so
I
decided
to
go
East
and
learn
the
bond
business.
Everyone
I
knew
was
in
it,
so
I
thought
it
could
support
one
more
man.
My
family
discussed
it
as
if
choosing
a
school
for
me,
and
finally
said,
“Why—yes,”
with
serious
faces.
My
father
agreed
to
support
me
for
a
year,
and
after
some
delays,
I
moved
East
in
spring
1922,
thinking
it
was
permanent.
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