EN + ES
Escuchar
268
El Gran Gatsby
Capítulo 9, Página 22
"Jimmy
was
always
destined
to
succeed.
He
often
had
plans
like
this.
Did
you
notice
how
he
talked
about
bettering
his
mind?
He
always
focused
on
that.
Once,
he
told
me
I
ate
like
a
pig,
and
I
hit
him
for
it."
He
hesitated
to
close
the
book,
reading
each
entry
aloud
and
then
looking
eagerly
at
me.
I
think
he
hoped
I
would
copy
the
list
for
myself.
Just
before
three,
the
Lutheran
minister
arrived
from
Flushing,
and
I
started
to
look
out
the
windows
for
more
cars.
So
did
Gatsby’s
father.
As
time
went
by
and
the
servants
stood
waiting
in
the
hall,
his
eyes
began
to
blink
nervously,
and
he
spoke
about
the
rain
in
a
worried,
uncertain
way.
The
minister
checked
his
watch
several
times,
so
I
asked
him
to
wait
another
half
hour.
But
it
didn’t
help.
No
one
came.
Around
five
o’clock,
our
small
procession
of
three
cars
reached
the
cemetery
and
stopped
in
a
heavy
drizzle
by
the
gate—first
a
black,
wet
motor
hearse,
then
Mr.
Gatz,
the
minister,
and
me
in
the
limousine,
followed
by
four
or
five
servants
and
the
postman
from
West
Egg
in
Gatsby’s
station
wagon,
all
soaked
through.
As
we
entered
the
cemetery,
I
heard
a
car
stop
and
someone
splashing
after
us
on
the
soggy
ground.
I
turned
around.
It
was
the
man
with
owl-eyed
glasses
who
had
been
amazed
by
Gatsby’s
books
in
the
library
three
months
earlier.
I
hadn’t
seen
him
since
then.
I
didn’t
know
how
he
found
out
about
the
funeral,
or
even
his
name.
Rain
streamed
down
his
thick
glasses,
and
he
removed
them
to
wipe
them
clean,
watching
the
canvas
being
rolled
away
from
Gatsby’s
grave.
I
tried
to
think
about
Gatsby
for
a
moment,
but
he
felt
too
distant,
and
I
could
only
remember,
without
anger,
that
Daisy
hadn’t
sent
a
message
or
flowers.
I
faintly
heard
someone
murmur,
“Blessed
are
the
dead
that
the
rain
falls
on,”
and
the
owl-eyed
man
replied,
“Amen
to
that,”
with
a
brave
voice.
||
||
El Gran Gatsby — B2 Inglés | Cuentana