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El Gran Gatsby
Capítulo 3, Página 10
“Has
it?”
“A
little
bit,
I
think.
I
can’t
tell
yet.
I’ve
only
been
here
an
hour.
Did
I
tell
you
about
the
books?
They’re
real.
They’re—”
“You
told
us.”
We
shook
hands
with
him
gravely
and
went
back
outdoors.
There
was
dancing
now
on
the
canvas
in
the
garden;
old
men
pushing
young
girls
backward
in
eternal
graceless
circles,
superior
couples
holding
each
other
tortuously,
fashionably,
and
keeping
in
the
corners—and
a
great
number
of
single
girls
dancing
individually
or
relieving
the
orchestra
for
a
moment
of
the
burden
of
the
banjo
or
the
traps.
By
midnight
the
hilarity
had
increased.
A
celebrated
tenor
had
sung
in
Italian,
and
a
notorious
contralto
had
sung
in
jazz,
and
between
the
numbers
people
were
doing
“stunts”
all
over
the
garden,
while
happy,
vacuous
bursts
of
laughter
rose
toward
the
summer
sky.
A
pair
of
stage
twins,
who
turned
out
to
be
the
girls
in
yellow,
did
a
baby
act
in
costume,
and
champagne
was
served
in
glasses
bigger
than
finger-bowls.
The
moon
had
risen
higher,
and
floating
in
the
Sound
was
a
triangle
of
silver
scales,
trembling
a
little
to
the
stiff,
tinny
drip
of
the
banjoes
on
the
lawn.
I
was
still
with
Jordan
Baker.
We
were
sitting
at
a
table
with
a
man
of
about
my
age
and
a
rowdy
little
girl,
who
gave
way
upon
the
slightest
provocation
to
uncontrollable
laughter.
I
was
enjoying
myself
now.
I
had
taken
two
finger-bowls
of
champagne,
and
the
scene
had
changed
before
my
eyes
into
something
significant,
elemental,
and
profound.
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