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El Gran Gatsby
Capítulo 5, Página 1
When
I
came
home
to
West
Egg
that
night
I
was
afraid
for
a
moment
that
my
house
was
on
fire.
Two
o’clock
and
the
whole
corner
of
the
peninsula
was
blazing
with
light,
which
fell
unreal
on
the
shrubbery
and
made
thin
elongating
glints
upon
the
roadside
wires.
Turning
a
corner,
I
saw
that
it
was
Gatsby’s
house,
lit
from
tower
to
cellar.
At
first
I
thought
it
was
another
party,
a
wild
rout
that
had
resolved
itself
into
“hide-and-go-seek”
or
“sardines-in-the-box”
with
all
the
house
thrown
open
to
the
game.
But
there
wasn’t
a
sound.
Only
wind
in
the
trees,
which
blew
the
wires
and
made
the
lights
go
off
and
on
again
as
if
the
house
had
winked
into
the
darkness.
As
my
taxi
groaned
away
I
saw
Gatsby
walking
toward
me
across
his
lawn.
“Your
place
looks
like
the
World’s
Fair,”
I
said.
“Does
it?”
He
turned
his
eyes
toward
it
absently.
“I
have
been
glancing
into
some
of
the
rooms.
Let’s
go
to
Coney
Island,
old
sport.
In
my
car.”
“It’s
too
late.”
“Well,
suppose
we
take
a
plunge
in
the
swimming
pool?
I
haven’t
made
use
of
it
all
summer.”
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