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El Gran Gatsby
Capítulo 6, Página 23
…
One
autumn
night,
five
years
before,
they
had
been
walking
down
the
street
when
the
leaves
were
falling,
and
they
came
to
a
place
where
there
were
no
trees
and
the
sidewalk
was
white
with
moonlight.
They
stopped
here
and
turned
toward
each
other.
Now
it
was
a
cool
night
with
that
mysterious
excitement
in
it
which
comes
at
the
two
changes
of
the
year.
The
quiet
lights
in
the
houses
were
humming
out
into
the
darkness,
and
there
was
a
stir
and
bustle
among
the
stars.
Out
of
the
corner
of
his
eye,
Gatsby
saw
that
the
blocks
of
the
sidewalks
really
formed
a
ladder
and
led
to
a
secret
place
above
the
trees—he
could
climb
to
it
if
he
climbed
alone,
and
once
there,
he
could
taste
the
wonders
of
life,
drink
down
the
incomparable
milk
of
wonder.
His
heart
beat
faster
as
Daisy’s
white
face
came
up
to
his
own.
He
knew
that
when
he
kissed
this
girl,
and
forever
joined
his
unspoken
dreams
to
her
fleeting
breath,
his
mind
would
never
play
again
like
the
mind
of
God.
So
he
waited,
listening
for
a
moment
longer
to
the
tuning-fork
that
had
been
struck
upon
a
star.
Then
he
kissed
her.
At
his
lips’
touch,
she
blossomed
for
him
like
a
flower,
and
the
transformation
was
complete.
Through
all
he
said,
even
through
his
overwhelming
sentimentality,
I
was
reminded
of
something—an
elusive
rhythm,
a
piece
of
lost
words,
that
I
had
heard
somewhere
a
long
time
ago.
For
a
moment,
a
phrase
tried
to
take
shape
in
my
mouth,
and
my
lips
parted
like
a
mute
man’s,
as
though
there
was
more
struggling
upon
them
than
a
wisp
of
startled
air.
But
they
made
no
sound,
and
what
I
had
almost
remembered
was
uncommunicable
forever.
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