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El Gran Gatsby
Capítulo 2, Página 20
“Crazy
about
him!”
cried
Myrtle
incredulously.
“Who
said
I
was
crazy
about
him?
I
never
was
any
more
crazy
about
him
than
I
was
about
that
man
there.”
She
pointed
suddenly
at
me,
and
everyone
looked
at
me
accusingly.
I
tried
to
show
by
my
expression
that
I
expected
no
affection.
“The
only
crazy
I
was
was
when
I
married
him.
I
knew
right
away
I
made
a
mistake.
He
borrowed
somebody’s
best
suit
to
get
married
in,
and
never
even
told
me
about
it,
and
the
man
came
after
it
one
day
when
he
was
out:
‘Oh,
is
that
your
suit?’
I
said.
‘This
is
the
first
I
ever
heard
about
it.’
But
I
gave
it
to
him
and
then
I
lay
down
and
cried
to
beat
the
band
all
afternoon.”
“She
really
ought
to
get
away
from
him,”
resumed
Catherine
to
me.
“They’ve
been
living
over
that
garage
for
eleven
years.
And
Tom’s
the
first
sweetie
she
ever
had.”
The
bottle
of
whisky—a
second
one—was
now
in
constant
demand
by
all
present,
excepting
Catherine,
who
“felt
just
as
good
on
nothing
at
all.”
Tom
rang
for
the
janitor
and
sent
him
for
some
celebrated
sandwiches,
which
were
a
complete
supper
in
themselves.
I
wanted
to
get
out
and
walk
eastward
toward
the
park
through
the
soft
twilight,
but
each
time
I
tried
to
go
I
became
entangled
in
some
wild,
strident
argument
which
pulled
me
back,
as
if
with
ropes,
into
my
chair.
Yet
high
over
the
city
our
line
of
yellow
windows
must
have
contributed
their
share
of
human
secrecy
to
the
casual
watcher
in
the
darkening
streets,
and
I
saw
him
too,
looking
up
and
wondering.
I
was
within
and
without,
simultaneously
enchanted
and
repelled
by
the
inexhaustible
variety
of
life.
Myrtle
pulled
her
chair
close
to
mine,
and
suddenly
her
warm
breath
poured
over
me
the
story
of
her
first
meeting
with
Tom.
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