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El Gran Gatsby
Capítulo 1, Página 13
Sometimes
she
and
Miss
Baker
talked
at
once,
unobtrusively
and
with
a
bantering
inconsequence
that
was
never
quite
chatter,
that
was
as
cool
as
their
white
dresses
and
their
impersonal
eyes
in
the
absence
of
all
desire.
They
were
here,
and
they
accepted
Tom
and
me,
making
only
a
polite
pleasant
effort
to
entertain
or
to
be
entertained.
They
knew
that
presently
dinner
would
be
over
and
a
little
later
the
evening
too
would
be
over
and
casually
put
away.
It
was
sharply
different
from
the
West,
where
an
evening
was
hurried
from
phase
to
phase
towards
its
close,
in
a
continually
disappointed
anticipation
or
else
in
sheer
nervous
dread
of
the
moment
itself.
“You
make
me
feel
uncivilized,
Daisy,”
I
confessed
on
my
second
glass
of
corky
but
rather
impressive
claret.
“Can’t
you
talk
about
crops
or
something?”
I
meant
nothing
in
particular
by
this
remark,
but
it
was
taken
up
in
an
unexpected
way.
“Civilization’s
going
to
pieces,”
broke
out
Tom
violently.
“I’ve
gotten
to
be
a
terrible
pessimist
about
things.
Have
you
read
The
Rise
of
the
Coloured
Empires
by
this
man
Goddard?”
“Why,
no,”
I
answered,
rather
surprised
by
his
tone.
“Well,
it’s
a
fine
book,
and
everybody
ought
to
read
it.
The
idea
is
if
we
don’t
look
out
the
white
race
will
be—will
be
utterly
submerged.
It’s
all
scientific
stuff;
it’s
been
proved.”
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