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El Gran Gatsby
Capítulo 8, Página 18
Standing
behind
him,
Michaelis
saw
with
a
shock
that
he
was
looking
at
the
eyes
of
Doctor
T.
J.
Eckleburg,
pale
and
enormous,
emerging
from
the
dissolving
night.
“God
sees
everything,”
repeated
Wilson.
“That’s
an
advertisement,”
Michaelis
assured
him.
Something
made
him
turn
away
from
the
window
and
look
back
into
the
room.
But
Wilson
stood
there
a
long
time,
his
face
close
to
the
window
pane,
nodding
into
the
twilight.
By
six
o’clock,
Michaelis
was
exhausted
and
grateful
for
the
sound
of
a
car
stopping
outside.
It
was
one
of
the
night’s
watchers
who
had
promised
to
return,
so
he
cooked
breakfast
for
three,
which
he
and
the
other
man
ate
together.
Wilson
was
quieter
now,
and
Michaelis
went
home
to
sleep;
when
he
awoke
four
hours
later
and
hurried
back
to
the
garage,
Wilson
was
gone.
His
movements—he
was
on
foot
the
whole
time—were
later
traced
to
Port
Roosevelt
and
then
to
Gad’s
Hill,
where
he
bought
a
sandwich
he
didn’t
eat
and
a
cup
of
coffee.
He
must
have
been
tired
and
walking
slowly,
as
he
didn’t
reach
Gad’s
Hill
until
noon.
So
far,
there
was
no
difficulty
accounting
for
his
time—boys
had
seen
a
man
“acting
sort
of
crazy,”
and
motorists
at
whom
he
stared
oddly
from
the
roadside.
Then
he
disappeared
for
three
hours.
The
police,
based
on
what
he
told
Michaelis,
that
he
“had
a
way
of
finding
out,”
assumed
he
spent
that
time
going
from
garage
to
garage,
asking
about
a
yellow
car.
However,
no
garage
owner
who
had
seen
him
came
forward,
and
perhaps
he
had
an
easier,
more
certain
way
of
finding
out
what
he
wanted
to
know.
By
half-past
two,
he
was
in
West
Egg,
asking
someone
the
way
to
Gatsby’s
house.
By
then,
he
knew
Gatsby’s
name.
At
two
o’clock,
Gatsby
put
on
his
bathing
suit
and
left
instructions
with
the
butler
to
inform
him
at
the
pool
if
anyone
called.
He
stopped
at
the
garage
for
a
pneumatic
mattress
that
had
entertained
his
guests
during
the
summer,
and
the
chauffeur
helped
him
inflate
it.
Then
he
instructed
that
the
open
car
wasn’t
to
be
taken
out
under
any
circumstances—which
was
odd,
as
the
front
right
fender
needed
repair.
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