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El Gran Gatsby
Capítulo 9, Página 22
"Jimmy
was
always
going
to
succeed.
He
often
made
plans
like
this.
Did
you
notice
how
he
talked
about
improving
his
mind?
He
was
always
interested
in
that.
Once,
he
told
me
I
ate
like
a
pig,
and
I
hit
him
for
it."
He
didn't
want
to
close
the
book,
reading
each
item
aloud
and
looking
at
me
eagerly.
I
think
he
hoped
I
would
write
down
the
list
for
myself.
A
little
before
three,
the
Lutheran
minister
arrived
from
Flushing,
and
I
started
looking
out
the
windows
for
other
cars.
So
did
Gatsby's
father.
As
time
passed
and
the
servants
stood
waiting
in
the
hall,
his
eyes
blinked
anxiously.
He
spoke
about
the
rain
in
a
worried
way.
The
minister
checked
his
watch
several
times,
so
I
asked
him
to
wait
for
half
an
hour.
But
it
didn't
help.
Nobody
came.
Around
five
o'clock,
our
small
group
of
three
cars
reached
the
cemetery
and
stopped
in
a
light
rain
by
the
gate.
First,
there
was
a
motor
hearse,
all
black
and
wet,
then
Mr.
Gatz,
the
minister,
and
me
in
a
limousine.
A
little
later,
four
or
five
servants
and
the
postman
from
West
Egg
arrived
in
Gatsby's
station
wagon,
all
soaked
to
the
skin.
As
we
walked
through
the
gate
into
the
cemetery,
I
heard
a
car
stop
and
someone
splashing
after
us
over
the
wet
ground.
I
turned
around.
It
was
the
man
with
owl-eyed
glasses
who
had
admired
Gatsby's
books
in
the
library
three
months
ago.
I
hadn't
seen
him
since
then.
I
didn't
know
how
he
heard
about
the
funeral
or
even
his
name.
Rain
poured
down
his
thick
glasses,
and
he
took
them
off
to
wipe
them
so
he
could
see
the
canvas
covering
Gatsby's
grave.
I
tried
to
think
about
Gatsby
for
a
moment,
but
he
felt
too
far
away.
I
only
remembered,
without
anger,
that
Daisy
hadn't
sent
a
message
or
flowers.
I
heard
someone
say,
"Blessed
are
the
dead
that
the
rain
falls
on,"
and
the
owl-eyed
man
said,
"Amen
to
that,"
in
a
brave
voice.
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