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El Gran Gatsby
Capítulo 6, Página 3
He
worked
in
a
vague
personal
role—while
with
Cody,
he
was
at
times
steward,
mate,
skipper,
secretary,
and
even
jailor,
for
Dan
Cody
sober
knew
what
lavish
escapades
Dan
Cody
drunk
might
soon
embark
on,
and
he
prepared
for
such
events
by
trusting
Gatsby
more
and
more.
The
arrangement
lasted
five
years,
during
which
the
boat
circled
the
Continent
three
times.
It
might
have
continued
indefinitely
except
that
Ella
Kaye
came
aboard
one
night
in
Boston,
and
a
week
later,
Dan
Cody
died
unexpectedly.
I
remember
the
portrait
of
him
in
Gatsby’s
bedroom,
a
grey,
florid
man
with
a
hard,
empty
face—the
pioneer
debauchee,
who
during
one
phase
of
American
life
brought
back
to
the
Eastern
seaboard
the
savage
violence
of
the
frontier
brothel
and
saloon.
It
was
indirectly
due
to
Cody
that
Gatsby
drank
so
little.
Sometimes
at
lively
parties,
women
would
rub
champagne
into
his
hair;
for
himself,
he
formed
the
habit
of
avoiding
alcohol.
And
from
Cody,
he
was
supposed
to
inherit
money—a
legacy
of
twenty-five
thousand
dollars.
He
didn’t
get
it.
He
never
understood
the
legal
trick
used
against
him,
but
what
remained
of
the
millions
went
intact
to
Ella
Kaye.
He
was
left
with
his
uniquely
fitting
education;
the
vague
outline
of
Jay
Gatsby
had
grown
into
the
substance
of
a
man.
He
told
me
all
this
much
later,
but
I’ve
written
it
here
to
dispel
those
initial
wild
rumors
about
his
background,
which
weren’t
even
remotely
true.
Moreover,
he
told
me
at
a
time
of
confusion,
when
I
was
on
the
verge
of
believing
everything
and
nothing
about
him.
So
I
use
this
brief
pause,
while
Gatsby,
so
to
speak,
caught
his
breath,
to
clear
up
these
misconceptions.
It
was
also
a
pause
in
my
involvement
with
his
affairs.
For
several
weeks,
I
neither
saw
him
nor
heard
his
voice
on
the
phone—mostly,
I
was
in
New
York,
spending
time
with
Jordan
and
trying
to
win
over
her
elderly
aunt—but
eventually,
I
went
to
his
house
one
Sunday
afternoon.
I
hadn’t
been
there
two
minutes
when
someone
brought
Tom
Buchanan
in
for
a
drink.
I
was
surprised,
naturally,
but
the
truly
surprising
thing
was
that
it
hadn’t
happened
sooner.
They
were
a
group
of
three
on
horseback—Tom,
a
man
named
Sloane,
and
a
pretty
woman
in
a
brown
riding
outfit,
who
had
visited
before.
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