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El Gran Gatsby
Capítulo 3, Página 16
“Ladies
and
gentlemen,”
he
cried.
“At
the
request
of
Mr.
Gatsby
we
are
going
to
play
for
you
Mr.
Vladmir
Tostoff’s
latest
work,
which
attracted
so
much
attention
at
Carnegie
Hall
last
May.
If
you
read
the
papers
you
know
there
was
a
big
sensation.”
He
smiled
with
jovial
condescension,
and
added:
“Some
sensation!”
Whereupon
everybody
laughed.
“The
piece
is
known,”
he
concluded
lustily,
“as
‘Vladmir
Tostoff’s
Jazz
History
of
the
World!’ ”
The
nature
of
Mr.
Tostoff’s
composition
eluded
me,
because
just
as
it
began
my
eyes
fell
on
Gatsby,
standing
alone
on
the
marble
steps
and
looking
from
one
group
to
another
with
approving
eyes.
His
tanned
skin
was
drawn
attractively
tight
on
his
face
and
his
short
hair
looked
as
though
it
were
trimmed
every
day.
I
could
see
nothing
sinister
about
him.
I
wondered
if
the
fact
that
he
was
not
drinking
helped
to
set
him
off
from
his
guests,
for
it
seemed
to
me
that
he
grew
more
correct
as
the
fraternal
hilarity
increased.
When
the
“Jazz
History
of
the
World”
was
over,
girls
were
putting
their
heads
on
men’s
shoulders
in
a
puppyish,
convivial
way,
girls
were
swooning
backward
playfully
into
men’s
arms,
even
into
groups,
knowing
that
someone
would
arrest
their
falls—but
no
one
swooned
backward
on
Gatsby,
and
no
French
bob
touched
Gatsby’s
shoulder,
and
no
singing
quartets
were
formed
with
Gatsby’s
head
for
one
link.
“I
beg
your
pardon.”
Gatsby’s
butler
was
suddenly
standing
beside
us.
“Miss
Baker?”
he
inquired.
“I
beg
your
pardon,
but
Mr.
Gatsby
would
like
to
speak
to
you
alone.”
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