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El Gran Gatsby
Capítulo 6, Página 16
“Anything
I
hate
is
to
get
my
head
stuck
in
a
pool,”
mumbled
Miss
Baedeker.
“They
almost
drowned
me
once
over
in
New
Jersey.”
“Then
you
ought
to
leave
it
alone,”
countered
Doctor
Civet.
“Speak
for
yourself!”
cried
Miss
Baedeker
violently.
“Your
hand
shakes.
I
wouldn’t
let
you
operate
on
me!”
It
was
like
that.
Almost
the
last
thing
I
remember
was
standing
with
Daisy
and
watching
the
moving-picture
director
and
his
Star.
They
were
still
under
the
white-plum
tree
and
their
faces
were
touching
except
for
a
pale,
thin
ray
of
moonlight
between.
It
occurred
to
me
that
he
had
been
very
slowly
bending
toward
her
all
evening
to
attain
this
proximity,
and
even
while
I
watched
I
saw
him
stoop
one
ultimate
degree
and
kiss
at
her
cheek.
“I
like
her,”
said
Daisy,
“I
think
she’s
lovely.”
But
the
rest
offended
her—and
inarguably
because
it
wasn’t
a
gesture
but
an
emotion.
She
was
appalled
by
West
Egg,
this
unprecedented
“place”
that
Broadway
had
begotten
upon
a
Long
Island
fishing
village—appalled
by
its
raw
vigour
that
chafed
under
the
old
euphemisms
and
by
the
too
obtrusive
fate
that
herded
its
inhabitants
along
a
shortcut
from
nothing
to
nothing.
She
saw
something
awful
in
the
very
simplicity
she
failed
to
understand.
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