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El Gran Gatsby
Capítulo 5, Página 1
When
I
got
home
to
West
Egg
that
night,
I
was
scared
for
a
moment
that
my
house
was
on
fire.
It
was
two
o'clock,
and
the
entire
corner
of
the
peninsula
was
bright
with
light,
which
looked
unreal
on
the
bushes
and
made
thin,
long
glints
on
the
roadside
wires.
As
I
turned
a
corner,
I
saw
it
was
Gatsby’s
house,
glowing
from
top
to
bottom.
At
first,
I
thought
it
was
another
party,
a
wild
event
that
had
turned
into
a
game
of
“hide-and-go-seek”
or
“sardines-in-the-box”
with
the
whole
house
open
for
the
game.
But
there
was
no
sound.
Only
the
wind
in
the
trees,
which
moved
the
wires
and
made
the
lights
flicker
on
and
off,
as
if
the
house
winked
into
the
darkness.
As
my
taxi
drove
away,
I
saw
Gatsby
walking
toward
me
across
his
lawn.
“Your
place
looks
like
the
World’s
Fair,”
I
said.
“Does
it?”
He
looked
at
it
absentmindedly.
“I’ve
been
looking
into
some
of
the
rooms.
Let’s
go
to
Coney
Island,
old
sport.
In
my
car.”
“It’s
too
late.”
“Well,
how
about
a
swim
in
the
pool?
I
haven’t
used
it
all
summer.”
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