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El Gran Gatsby
Capítulo 6, Página 3
He
was
employed
in
a
vague
personal
capacity—while
he
remained
with
Cody
he
was
in
turn
steward,
mate,
skipper,
secretary,
and
even
jailor,
for
Dan
Cody
sober
knew
what
lavish
doings
Dan
Cody
drunk
might
soon
be
about,
and
he
provided
for
such
contingencies
by
reposing
more
and
more
trust
in
Gatsby.
The
arrangement
lasted
five
years,
during
which
the
boat
went
three
times
around
the
Continent.
It
might
have
lasted
indefinitely
except
for
the
fact
that
Ella
Kaye
came
on
board
one
night
in
Boston
and
a
week
later
Dan
Cody
inhospitably
died.
I
remember
the
portrait
of
him
up
in
Gatsby’s
bedroom,
a
grey,
florid
man
with
a
hard,
empty
face—the
pioneer
debauchee,
who
during
one
phase
of
American
life
brought
back
to
the
Eastern
seaboard
the
savage
violence
of
the
frontier
brothel
and
saloon.
It
was
indirectly
due
to
Cody
that
Gatsby
drank
so
little.
Sometimes
in
the
course
of
gay
parties
women
used
to
rub
champagne
into
his
hair;
for
himself
he
formed
the
habit
of
letting
liquor
alone.
And
it
was
from
Cody
that
he
inherited
money—a
legacy
of
twenty-five
thousand
dollars.
He
didn’t
get
it.
He
never
understood
the
legal
device
that
was
used
against
him,
but
what
remained
of
the
millions
went
intact
to
Ella
Kaye.
He
was
left
with
his
singularly
appropriate
education;
the
vague
contour
of
Jay
Gatsby
had
filled
out
to
the
substantiality
of
a
man.
He
told
me
all
this
very
much
later,
but
I’ve
put
it
down
here
with
the
idea
of
exploding
those
first
wild
rumours
about
his
antecedents,
which
weren’t
even
faintly
true.
Moreover
he
told
it
to
me
at
a
time
of
confusion,
when
I
had
reached
the
point
of
believing
everything
and
nothing
about
him.
So
I
take
advantage
of
this
short
halt,
while
Gatsby,
so
to
speak,
caught
his
breath,
to
clear
this
set
of
misconceptions
away.
It
was
a
halt,
too,
in
my
association
with
his
affairs.
For
several
weeks
I
didn’t
see
him
or
hear
his
voice
on
the
phone—mostly
I
was
in
New
York,
trotting
around
with
Jordan
and
trying
to
ingratiate
myself
with
her
senile
aunt—but
finally
I
went
over
to
his
house
one
Sunday
afternoon.
I
hadn’t
been
there
two
minutes
when
somebody
brought
Tom
Buchanan
in
for
a
drink.
I
was
startled,
naturally,
but
the
really
surprising
thing
was
that
it
hadn’t
happened
before.
They
were
a
party
of
three
on
horseback—Tom
and
a
man
named
Sloane
and
a
pretty
woman
in
a
brown
riding-habit,
who
had
been
there
previously.
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