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El Gran Gatsby
Capítulo 1, Página 2
The
practical
thing
was
to
find
a
city
apartment,
but
it
was
a
warm
season,
and
I
had
just
left
a
place
with
wide
lawns
and
friendly
trees.
So
when
a
colleague
suggested
sharing
a
house
in
a
commuting
town,
it
seemed
like
a
great
idea.
He
found
a
weathered
bungalow
for
eighty
dollars
a
month,
but
then
he
was
sent
to
Washington,
and
I
moved
to
the
country
alone.
I
had
a
dog
for
a
few
days
until
he
ran
away,
an
old
Dodge
car,
and
a
Finnish
woman
who
made
my
bed,
cooked
breakfast,
and
muttered
Finnish
sayings
over
the
electric
stove.
I
felt
lonely
for
a
day
or
two
until
one
morning
a
man,
newer
to
the
area
than
me,
stopped
me
on
the
road.
“How
do
you
get
to
West
Egg
village?”
he
asked,
looking
lost.
I
gave
him
directions.
After
that,
I
didn’t
feel
lonely
anymore.
I
was
a
guide,
a
pathfinder,
an
original
settler.
He
had
given
me
the
freedom
of
the
neighborhood.
With
the
sunshine
and
the
trees
growing
leaves
quickly,
like
in
fast
movies,
I
felt
that
life
was
starting
again
with
the
summer.
There
was
so
much
to
read
and
so
much
fresh
air
to
enjoy.
I
bought
many
books
on
banking,
credit,
and
investments.
They
stood
on
my
shelf
like
new
money,
promising
to
reveal
secrets
known
only
to
the
rich.
I
also
planned
to
read
many
other
books.
I
was
quite
literary
in
college—I
once
wrote
serious
editorials
for
the
Yale
News—and
now
I
wanted
to
bring
those
interests
back
and
become
a
well-rounded
man.
This
isn’t
just
a
clever
saying—life
is
best
viewed
from
one
perspective
after
all.
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