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El Gran Gatsby
Capítulo 8, Página 2
“Go
to
Atlantic
City
for
a
week,
or
head
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
couldn’t
bring
myself
to
take
it
away
from
him.
That
night,
he
told
me
the
strange
story
of
his
youth
with
Dan
Cody—he
shared
it
because
“Jay
Gatsby”
had
shattered
like
glass
against
Tom’s
hard
malice,
and
the
long-hidden
extravaganza
was
over.
I
believe
he
was
ready
to
admit
anything
now,
but
he
wanted
to
talk
about
Daisy.
She
was
the
first
“nice”
girl
he
had
ever
known.
In
various
ways,
he
had
come
into
contact
with
such
people,
but
there
was
always
an
invisible
barrier.
He
found
her
excitingly
desirable.
He
visited
her
house,
first
with
other
officers
from
Camp
Taylor,
then
alone.
He
was
amazed—he
had
never
been
in
such
a
beautiful
house
before.
But
what
made
it
so
intensely
exciting
was
that
Daisy
lived
there—it
was
as
casual
to
her
as
his
tent
at
camp
was
to
him.
There
was
a
ripe
mystery
about
it,
a
hint
of
upstairs
bedrooms
more
beautiful
and
cool
than
others,
of
lively
activities
happening
in
its
corridors,
and
of
romances
that
were
fresh
and
vibrant,
not
old
and
faded.
It
thrilled
him
that
many
men
had
already
loved
Daisy—it
increased
her
value
in
his
eyes.
He
felt
their
presence
throughout
the
house,
filling
the
air
with
echoes
of
still
vibrant
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
penniless
young
man
with
no
past,
and
at
any
moment,
the
invisible
cloak
of
his
uniform
might
slip
away.
So
he
made
the
most
of
his
time.
He
took
what
he
could
get,
eagerly
and
without
scruples—eventually,
he
took
Daisy
one
still
October
night,
because
he
had
no
real
right
to
even
hold
her
hand.
He
might
have
despised
himself,
as
he
had
certainly
taken
her
under
false
pretenses.
I
don’t
mean
he
lied
about
his
imaginary
wealth,
but
he
had
given
Daisy
a
false
sense
of
security;
he
let
her
believe
he
was
from
the
same
social
class
and
capable
of
taking
care
of
her.
In
reality,
he
had
no
such
means—he
had
no
supportive
family,
and
he
was
at
the
mercy
of
an
impersonal
government
that
could
send
him
anywhere
in
the
world.
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