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El Gran Gatsby
Capítulo 8, Página 2
"Go
to
Atlantic
City
for
a
week,
or
up
to
Montreal."
He
wouldn't
consider
it.
He
couldn't
leave
Daisy
until
he
knew
what
she
was
going
to
do.
He
was
holding
onto
some
last
hope,
and
I
didn't
have
the
heart
to
make
him
let
go.
That
night,
he
told
me
the
strange
story
of
his
youth
with
Dan
Cody.
He
told
it
because
"Jay
Gatsby"
had
shattered
against
Tom's
hard
malice,
and
the
long
secret
show
was
over.
I
think
he
would
have
admitted
anything
now,
without
holding
back,
but
he
wanted
to
talk
about
Daisy.
She
was
the
first
"nice"
girl
he
had
ever
known.
In
various
hidden
ways,
he
had
met
people
like
her,
but
there
was
always
an
invisible
barrier
between
them.
He
found
her
exciting
and
desirable.
He
went
to
her
house,
first
with
other
officers
from
Camp
Taylor,
then
alone.
It
amazed
him—he
had
never
been
in
such
a
beautiful
house
before.
But
what
made
it
so
intense
was
that
Daisy
lived
there—it
was
as
normal
for
her
as
his
tent
was
for
him.
There
was
a
ripe
mystery
about
it,
a
hint
of
beautiful,
cool
bedrooms
upstairs,
of
lively
activities
in
the
corridors,
and
of
romances
that
were
fresh
and
alive,
not
old
and
forgotten.
It
excited
him
that
many
men
had
loved
Daisy
before—it
made
her
seem
more
valuable
to
him.
He
felt
their
presence
all
around
the
house,
filling
the
air
with
shades
and
echoes
of
still
strong
emotions.
But
he
knew
he
was
in
Daisy's
house
by
a
huge
accident.
No
matter
how
glorious
his
future
as
Jay
Gatsby
might
be,
he
was
currently
a
young
man
without
money
or
a
past,
and
at
any
moment,
his
uniform's
invisible
cloak
might
slip
from
his
shoulders.
So
he
made
the
most
of
his
time.
He
took
what
he
could
get,
eagerly
and
without
hesitation—eventually,
he
took
Daisy
one
quiet
October
night,
because
he
had
no
real
right
even
to
touch
her
hand.
He
might
have
despised
himself
because
he
had
certainly
taken
her
under
false
pretenses.
I
don't
mean
he
used
his
imaginary
wealth,
but
he
had
deliberately
given
Daisy
a
sense
of
security.
He
let
her
believe
he
was
someone
from
her
social
class,
someone
who
could
take
care
of
her.
In
reality,
he
had
no
such
resources—he
had
no
supportive
family
behind
him,
and
he
could
be
sent
anywhere
in
the
world
by
the
government
at
any
moment.
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