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El Gran Gatsby
Capítulo 4, Página 6
“After
that
I
lived
like
a
young
rajah
in
all
the
capitals
of
Europe—Paris,
Venice,
Rome—collecting
jewels,
chiefly
rubies,
hunting
big
game,
painting
a
little,
things
for
myself
only,
and
trying
to
forget
something
very
sad
that
had
happened
to
me
long
ago.”
With
an
effort
I
managed
to
restrain
my
incredulous
laughter.
The
very
phrases
were
worn
so
threadbare
that
they
evoked
no
image
except
that
of
a
turbaned
“character”
leaking
sawdust
at
every
pore
as
he
pursued
a
tiger
through
the
Bois
de
Boulogne.
“Then
came
the
war,
old
sport.
It
was
a
great
relief,
and
I
tried
very
hard
to
die,
but
I
seemed
to
bear
an
enchanted
life.
I
accepted
a
commission
as
first
lieutenant
when
it
began.
In
the
Argonne
Forest
I
took
the
remains
of
my
machine-gun
battalion
so
far
forward
that
there
was
a
half
mile
gap
on
either
side
of
us
where
the
infantry
couldn’t
advance.
We
stayed
there
two
days
and
two
nights,
a
hundred
and
thirty
men
with
sixteen
Lewis
guns,
and
when
the
infantry
came
up
at
last
they
found
the
insignia
of
three
German
divisions
among
the
piles
of
dead.
I
was
promoted
to
be
a
major,
and
every
Allied
government
gave
me
a
decoration—even
Montenegro,
little
Montenegro
down
on
the
Adriatic
Sea!”
Little
Montenegro!
He
lifted
up
the
words
and
nodded
at
them—with
his
smile.
The
smile
comprehended
Montenegro’s
troubled
history
and
sympathized
with
the
brave
struggles
of
the
Montenegrin
people.
It
appreciated
fully
the
chain
of
national
circumstances
which
had
elicited
this
tribute
from
Montenegro’s
warm
little
heart.
My
incredulity
was
submerged
in
fascination
now;
it
was
like
skimming
hastily
through
a
dozen
magazines.
He
reached
in
his
pocket,
and
a
piece
of
metal,
slung
on
a
ribbon,
fell
into
my
palm.
“That’s
the
one
from
Montenegro.”
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