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El Gran Gatsby
Capítulo 3, Página 26
He
hesitated.
"No
harm
in
trying,"
he
said.
The
horns
were
getting
louder,
so
I
turned
away
and
walked
across
the
lawn
toward
home.
I
looked
back
once.
A
thin
moon
shone
over
Gatsby’s
house,
making
the
night
beautiful
again,
and
surviving
the
laughter
and
sounds
from
his
garden.
A
sudden
emptiness
seemed
to
flow
from
the
windows
and
doors,
isolating
the
host,
who
stood
on
the
porch,
raising
his
hand
in
a
formal
goodbye.
When
I
read
over
what
I
have
written
so
far,
it
seems
like
the
events
of
three
nights,
weeks
apart,
were
all
that
mattered
to
me.
But
they
were
just
small
events
in
a
busy
summer,
and
until
much
later,
they
mattered
less
to
me
than
my
personal
life.
Most
of
the
time
I
worked.
In
the
early
morning,
the
sun
cast
my
shadow
west
as
I
hurried
down
the
white
streets
of
lower
New
York
to
the
Probity
Trust.
I
knew
the
other
clerks
and
young
bond-salesmen
by
name
and
had
lunch
with
them
in
crowded
restaurants
on
small
sausages,
mashed
potatoes,
and
coffee.
I
even
had
a
brief
romance
with
a
girl
from
Jersey
City
who
worked
in
accounting,
but
her
brother
started
giving
me
mean
looks,
so
when
she
went
on
vacation
in
July,
I
let
it
fade
away
quietly.
I
usually
had
dinner
at
the
Yale
Club—it
was
the
gloomiest
part
of
my
day—and
then
I
went
upstairs
to
the
library
to
study
investments
and
securities
for
an
hour.
There
were
usually
some
noisy
people
around,
but
they
never
came
into
the
library,
so
it
was
a
good
place
to
work.
After
that,
if
the
night
was
nice,
I
walked
down
Madison
Avenue
past
the
old
Murray
Hill
Hotel
and
over
to
33rd
Street
to
the
Pennsylvania
Station.
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