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El Gran Gatsby
Capítulo 8, Página 18
Standing
behind
him,
Michaelis
saw
with
a
shock
that
he
was
looking
at
the
eyes
of
Doctor
T.
J.
Eckleburg,
which
had
just
emerged,
pale
and
enormous,
from
the
dissolving
night.
“God
sees
everything,”
repeated
Wilson.
“That’s
an
advertisement,”
Michaelis
assured
him.
Something
made
him
turn
away
from
the
window
and
look
back
into
the
room.
But
Wilson
stood
there
a
long
time,
his
face
close
to
the
window
pane,
nodding
into
the
twilight.
By
six
o’clock
Michaelis
was
worn
out,
and
grateful
for
the
sound
of
a
car
stopping
outside.
It
was
one
of
the
watchers
of
the
night
before
who
had
promised
to
come
back,
so
he
cooked
breakfast
for
three,
which
he
and
the
other
man
ate
together.
Wilson
was
quieter
now,
and
Michaelis
went
home
to
sleep;
when
he
awoke
four
hours
later
and
hurried
back
to
the
garage,
Wilson
was
gone.
His
movements—he
was
on
foot
all
the
time—were
afterward
traced
to
Port
Roosevelt
and
then
to
Gad’s
Hill,
where
he
bought
a
sandwich
that
he
didn’t
eat,
and
a
cup
of
coffee.
He
must
have
been
tired
and
walking
slowly,
for
he
didn’t
reach
Gad’s
Hill
until
noon.
Thus
far
there
was
no
difficulty
in
accounting
for
his
time—there
were
boys
who
had
seen
a
man
“acting
sort
of
crazy,”
and
motorists
at
whom
he
stared
oddly
from
the
side
of
the
road.
Then
for
three
hours
he
disappeared
from
view.
The
police,
on
the
strength
of
what
he
said
to
Michaelis,
that
he
“had
a
way
of
finding
out,”
supposed
that
he
spent
that
time
going
from
garage
to
garage
thereabout,
inquiring
for
a
yellow
car.
On
the
other
hand,
no
garage
man
who
had
seen
him
ever
came
forward,
and
perhaps
he
had
an
easier,
surer
way
of
finding
out
what
he
wanted
to
know.
By
half-past
two
he
was
in
West
Egg,
where
he
asked
someone
the
way
to
Gatsby’s
house.
So
by
that
time
he
knew
Gatsby’s
name.
At
two
o’clock
Gatsby
put
on
his
bathing-suit
and
left
word
with
the
butler
that
if
anyone
phoned
word
was
to
be
brought
to
him
at
the
pool.
He
stopped
at
the
garage
for
a
pneumatic
mattress
that
had
amused
his
guests
during
the
summer,
and
the
chauffeur
helped
him
to
pump
it
up.
Then
he
gave
instructions
that
the
open
car
wasn’t
to
be
taken
out
under
any
circumstances—and
this
was
strange,
because
the
front
right
fender
needed
repair.
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