EN + ES
Escuchar
258
El Gran Gatsby
Capítulo 9, Página 12
“Well,
the
fact
is—the
truth
of
the
matter
is
that
I’m
staying
with
some
people
up
here
in
Greenwich,
and
they
rather
expect
me
to
be
with
them
tomorrow.
In
fact,
there’s
a
sort
of
picnic
or
something.
Of
course
I’ll
do
my
best
to
get
away.”
I
ejaculated
an
unrestrained
“Huh!”
and
he
must
have
heard
me,
for
he
went
on
nervously:
“What
I
called
up
about
was
a
pair
of
shoes
I
left
there.
I
wonder
if
it’d
be
too
much
trouble
to
have
the
butler
send
them
on.
You
see,
they’re
tennis
shoes,
and
I’m
sort
of
helpless
without
them.
My
address
is
care
of
B.
F.—”
I
didn’t
hear
the
rest
of
the
name,
because
I
hung
up
the
receiver.
After
that
I
felt
a
certain
shame
for
Gatsby—one
gentleman
to
whom
I
telephoned
implied
that
he
had
got
what
he
deserved.
However,
that
was
my
fault,
for
he
was
one
of
those
who
used
to
sneer
most
bitterly
at
Gatsby
on
the
courage
of
Gatsby’s
liquor,
and
I
should
have
known
better
than
to
call
him.
The
morning
of
the
funeral
I
went
up
to
New
York
to
see
Meyer
Wolfshiem;
I
couldn’t
seem
to
reach
him
any
other
way.
The
door
that
I
pushed
open,
on
the
advice
of
an
elevator
boy,
was
marked
“The
Swastika
Holding
Company,”
and
at
first
there
didn’t
seem
to
be
anyone
inside.
But
when
I’d
shouted
“hello”
several
times
in
vain,
an
argument
broke
out
behind
a
partition,
and
presently
a
lovely
Jewess
appeared
at
an
interior
door
and
scrutinized
me
with
black
hostile
eyes.
||
||
El Gran Gatsby — C1 Inglés | Cuentana