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El Gran Gatsby
Capítulo 6, Página 1
About
this
time
an
ambitious
young
reporter
from
New
York
arrived
one
morning
at
Gatsby’s
door
and
asked
him
if
he
had
anything
to
say.
“Anything
to
say
about
what?”
inquired
Gatsby
politely.
“Why—any
statement
to
give
out.”
It
transpired
after
a
confused
five
minutes
that
the
man
had
heard
Gatsby’s
name
around
his
office
in
a
connection
which
he
either
wouldn’t
reveal
or
didn’t
fully
understand.
This
was
his
day
off
and
with
laudable
initiative
he
had
hurried
out
“to
see.”
It
was
a
random
shot,
and
yet
the
reporter’s
instinct
was
right.
Gatsby’s
notoriety,
spread
about
by
the
hundreds
who
had
accepted
his
hospitality
and
so
become
authorities
upon
his
past,
had
increased
all
summer
until
he
fell
just
short
of
being
news.
Contemporary
legends
such
as
the
“underground
pipeline
to
Canada”
attached
themselves
to
him,
and
there
was
one
persistent
story
that
he
didn’t
live
in
a
house
at
all,
but
in
a
boat
that
looked
like
a
house
and
was
moved
secretly
up
and
down
the
Long
Island
shore.
Just
why
these
inventions
were
a
source
of
satisfaction
to
James
Gatz
of
North
Dakota,
isn’t
easy
to
say.
James
Gatz—that
was
really,
or
at
least
legally,
his
name.
He
had
changed
it
at
the
age
of
seventeen
and
at
the
specific
moment
that
witnessed
the
beginning
of
his
career—when
he
saw
Dan
Cody’s
yacht
drop
anchor
over
the
most
insidious
flat
on
Lake
Superior.
It
was
James
Gatz
who
had
been
loafing
along
the
beach
that
afternoon
in
a
torn
green
jersey
and
a
pair
of
canvas
pants,
but
it
was
already
Jay
Gatsby
who
borrowed
a
rowboat,
pulled
out
to
the
Tuolomee,
and
informed
Cody
that
a
wind
might
catch
him
and
break
him
up
in
half
an
hour.
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