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El Gran Gatsby
Capítulo 3, Página 2
I
think
that
on
the
first
night
I
went
to
Gatsby’s
house,
I
was
one
of
the
few
guests
actually
invited.
People
weren’t
invited—they
just
went
there.
They
got
into
cars
that
took
them
to
Long
Island,
and
somehow
they
ended
up
at
Gatsby’s
door.
Once
there,
they
were
introduced
by
someone
who
knew
Gatsby,
and
then
they
acted
like
they
were
at
an
amusement
park.
Sometimes
they
came
and
went
without
ever
meeting
Gatsby,
attending
the
party
with
a
simple
heart
that
was
their
ticket
in.
I
had
been
truly
invited.
A
chauffeur
in
a
robin’s-egg
blue
uniform
crossed
my
lawn
early
that
Saturday
morning
with
a
very
formal
note
from
his
employer.
The
note
said
it
would
be
Gatsby’s
honor
if
I
attended
his
“little
party”
that
night.
He
had
seen
me
several
times
and
had
wanted
to
visit
me
before,
but
unusual
circumstances
had
stopped
him—signed
Jay
Gatsby,
in
an
elegant
hand.
Wearing
white
flannels,
I
went
to
his
lawn
a
little
after
seven
and
wandered
around,
feeling
a
bit
uneasy
among
the
groups
of
people
I
didn’t
know—though
I
recognized
some
faces
from
the
train.
I
noticed
many
young
Englishmen
around;
all
well-dressed,
all
looking
a
little
hungry,
and
all
speaking
quietly
and
seriously
to
well-off
Americans.
I
was
sure
they
were
selling
something:
bonds,
insurance,
or
cars.
They
seemed
painfully
aware
of
the
easy
money
around
and
believed
it
could
be
theirs
with
the
right
words.
As
soon
as
I
arrived,
I
tried
to
find
my
host,
but
the
two
or
three
people
I
asked
about
his
whereabouts
looked
at
me
with
such
surprise
and
strongly
denied
knowing
where
he
was,
that
I
quietly
moved
towards
the
cocktail
table—the
only
place
in
the
garden
where
a
single
man
could
linger
without
looking
lost
and
alone.
I
was
about
to
drink
heavily
out
of
embarrassment
when
Jordan
Baker
came
out
of
the
house
and
stood
at
the
top
of
the
marble
steps,
leaning
back
a
little
and
looking
down
at
the
garden
with
a
mix
of
contempt
and
interest.
Whether
I
was
welcome
or
not,
I
felt
the
need
to
join
someone
before
I
started
speaking
friendly
words
to
strangers
passing
by.
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