# bib

id: fitzgerald-great_01
title: fitzgerald-great_01
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  The practical thing was to find rooms in the city, but it was a warm season, and I had just left a country of wide lawns and friendly trees, so when a young man at the office suggested that we take a house together in a commuting town, it sounded like a great idea. At this point Miss Baker said:" Absolutely!" with such suddenness that I started— it was the first word she had uttered since I came into the room. Tom and Miss Baker, with several feet of twilight between them, strolled back into the library, as if to a vigil beside a perfectly tangible body, while, trying to look pleasantly interested and a little deaf, I followed Daisy around a chain of connecting verandas to the porch in front. Daisy and Tom looked at each other for a moment in silence.


id: fitzgerald-great_02
title: fitzgerald-great_02
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  I went up to New York with Tom on the train one afternoon, and when we stopped by the ashheaps he jumped to his feet and, taking hold of my elbow, literally forced me from the car. So Tom Buchanan and his girl and I went up together to New York— or not quite together, for Mrs. Wilson sat discreetly in another car. Sitting on Tom ''s lap Mrs. Wilson called up several people on the telephone; then there were no cigarettes, and I went out to buy some at the drugstore on the corner. Just as Tom and Myrtle( after the first drink Mrs. Wilson and I called each other by our first names) reappeared, company commenced to arrive at the apartment door. "Ask Myrtle," said Tom, breaking into a short shout of laughter as Mrs. Wilson entered with a tray.


id: fitzgerald-great_03
title: fitzgerald-great_03
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summary:
  A chauffeur in a uniform of robin''segg blue crossed my lawn early that Saturday morning with a surprisingly formal note from his employer: the honour would be entirely Gatsby ''s, it said, if I would attend his" little party" that night. As soon as I arrived I made an attempt to find my host, but the two or three people of whom I asked his whereabouts stared at me in such an amazed way, and denied so vehemently any knowledge of his movements, that I slunk off in the direction of the cocktail table— the only place in the garden where a single man could linger without looking purposeless and alone. I was on my way to get roaring drunk from sheer embarrassment when Jordan Baker came out of the house and stood at the head of the marble steps, leaning a little backward and looking with contemptuous interest down into the garden.


id: fitzgerald-great_04
title: fitzgerald-great_04
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  "After that I lived like a young rajah in all the capitals of Europe— Paris, Venice, Rome— collecting jewels, chiefly rubies, hunting big game, painting a little, things for myself only, and trying to forget something very sad that had happened to me long ago." When it was almost morning the waiter came up to him with a funny look and says somebody wants to speak to him outside.'' All right,'' says Rosy, and begins to get up, and I pulled him down in his chair. "Look here, old sport," said Gatsby, leaning toward me," I ''m afraid I made you a little angry this morning in the car." They shook hands briefly, and a strained, unfamiliar look of embarrassment came over Gatsby ''s face. "He wants to know," continued Jordan," if you ''ll invite Daisy to your house some afternoon and then let him come over."


id: fitzgerald-great_05
title: fitzgerald-great_05
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summary:
  So I do n''t know whether or not Gatsby went to Coney Island, or for how many hours he" glanced into rooms" while his house blazed gaudily on. At eleven o''clock a man in a raincoat, dragging a lawnmower, tapped at my front door and said that Mr. Gatsby had sent him over to cut my grass. Gatsby got himself into a shadow and, while Daisy and I talked, looked conscientiously from one to the other of us with tense, unhappy eyes. There was nothing to look at from under the tree except Gatsby ''s enormous house, so I stared at it, like Kant at his church steeple, for half an hour. "I want you and Daisy to come over to my house," he said," I ''d like to show her around."


id: fitzgerald-great_06
title: fitzgerald-great_06
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summary:
  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. He had been coasting along all too hospitable shores for five years when he turned up as James Gatz ''s destiny in Little Girl Bay. To young Gatz, resting on his oars and looking up at the railed deck, that yacht represented all the beauty and glamour in the world. Tom was evidently perturbed at Daisy ''s running around alone, for on the following Saturday night he came with her to Gatsby ''s party. "Go ahead," answered Daisy genially," and if you want to take down any addresses here ''s my little gold pencil." …She looked around after a moment and told me the girl was" common but pretty," and I knew that except for the halfhour she ''d been alone with Gatsby she was n''t having a good time.


id: fitzgerald-great_07
title: fitzgerald-great_07
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summary:
  His mouth opened a little, and he looked at Gatsby, and then back at Daisy as if he had just recognized her as someone he knew a long time ago. Tom came out of the house wrapping a quart bottle in a towel, followed by Daisy and Jordan wearing small tight hats of metallic cloth and carrying light capes over their arms. Daisy looked at Tom frowning, and an indefinable expression, at once definitely unfamiliar and vaguely recognizable, as if I had only heard it described in words, passed over Gatsby ''s face. "Come on, Daisy" said Tom, pressing her with his hand toward Gatsby ''s car. "Now see here, Tom," said Daisy, turning around from the mirror," if you ''re going to make personal remarks I wo n''t stay here a minute. "Wait a minute," snapped Tom," I want to ask Mr. Gatsby one more question." "You two start on home, Daisy," said Tom.


id: fitzgerald-great_08
title: fitzgerald-great_08
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summary:
  It was this night that he told me the strange story of his youth with Dan Cody— told it to me because" Jay Gatsby" had broken up like glass against Tom ''s hard malice, and the long secret extravaganza was played out. "I spoke to her," he muttered, after a long silence." I told her she might fool me but she could n''t fool God. I took her to the window"—with an effort he got up and walked to the rear window and leaned with his face pressed against it—"and I said'' God knows what you ''ve been doing, everything you ''ve been doing. 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. It was after we started with Gatsby toward the house that the gardener saw Wilson ''s body a little way off in the grass, and the holocaust was complete.


