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1"I've been here too long. I want to get away. My wife and I want to go West." "Your wife does," exclaimed Tom, startled.
2"She's been talking about it for ten years." He rested for a moment against the pump, shading his eyes. "And now she's
3going whether she wants to or not. I'm going to get her away." The coupé flashed by us with a flurry of dust and the
4flash of a waving hand. "What do I owe you?" demanded Tom harshly. "I just got wised up to something funny the last two
5days," remarked Wilson. "That's why I want to get away. That's why I been bothering you about the car." "What do I owe
6you?" "Dollar twenty." The relentless beating heat was beginning to confuse me and I had a bad moment there before I
7realized that so far his suspicions hadn't alighted on Tom. He had discovered that Myrtle had some sort of life apart
8from him in another world, and the shock had made him physically sick. I stared at him and then at Tom, who had made a
9parallel discovery less than an hour before--and it occurred to me that there was no difference between men, in
10intelligence or race, so profound as the difference between the sick and the well. Wilson was so sick that he looked
11guilty, unforgivably guilty--as if he had just got some poor girl with child. "I'll let you have that car," said Tom.
12"I'll send it over tomorrow afternoon." That locality was always vaguely disquieting, even in the broad glare of
13afternoon, and now I turned my head as though I had been warned of something behind. Over the ash-heaps the giant eyes
14of Doctor T. J. Eckleburg kept their vigil, but I perceived, after a moment, that other eyes were regarding us with
15peculiar intensity from less than twenty feet away. In one of the windows over the garage the curtains had been moved
16aside a little, and Myrtle Wilson was peering down at the car. So engrossed was she that she had no consciousness of
17being observed, and one emotion after another crept into her face like objects into a slowly developing picture. Her
18expression was curiously familiar--it was an expression I had often seen on women's faces, but on Myrtle Wilson's face
19it seemed purposeless and inexplicable until I realized that her eyes, wide with jealous terror, were fixed not on Tom,
20but on Jordan Baker, whom she took to be his wife.
21------------------------------------------------------------------------ There is no confusion like the confusion of a
22simple mind, and as we drove away Tom was feeling the hot whips of panic. His wife and his mistress, until an hour ago
23secure and inviolate, were slipping precipitately from his control. Instinct made him step on the accelerator with the
24double purpose of overtaking Daisy and leaving Wilson behind, and we sped along toward Astoria at fifty miles an hour,
25until, among the spidery girders of the elevated, we came in sight of the easygoing blue coupé. "Those big movies around
26Fiftieth Street are cool," suggested Jordan. "I love New York on summer afternoons when everyone's away. There's
27something very sensuous about it--overripe, as if all sorts of funny fruits were going to fall into your hands." The
28word "sensuous" had the effect of further disquieting Tom, but before he could invent a protest the coupé came to a
29stop, and Daisy signalled us to draw up alongside. "Where are we going?" she cried. "How about the movies?" "It's so
30hot," she complained. "You go. We'll ride around and meet you after." With an effort her wit rose faintly. "We'll meet
31you on some corner. I'll be the man smoking two cigarettes." "We can't argue about it here," Tom said impatiently, as a
32truck gave out a cursing whistle behind us. "You follow me to the south side of Central Park, in front of the Plaza."
33Several times he turned his head and looked back for their car, and if the traffic delayed them he slowed up until they
34came into sight. I think he was afraid they would dart down a side-street and out of his life forever. But they didn't.
35And we all took the less explicable step of engaging the parlour of a suite in the Plaza Hotel. The prolonged and
36tumultuous argument that ended by herding us into that room eludes me, though I have a sharp physical memory that, in
37the course of it, my underwear kept climbing like a damp snake around my legs and intermittent beads of sweat raced cool
38across my back. The notion originated with Daisy's suggestion that we hire five bathrooms and take cold baths, and then
39assumed more tangible form as "a place to have a mint julep." Each of us said over and over that it was a "crazy
40idea"--we all talked at once to a baffled clerk and thought, or pretended to think, that we were being very funny … The
41room was large and stifling, and, though it was already four o'clock, opening the windows admitted only a gust of hot
42shrubbery from the Park. Daisy went to the mirror and stood with her back to us, fixing her hair. "It's a swell suite,"
43whispered Jordan respectfully, and everyone laughed. "Open another window," commanded Daisy, without turning around.
44"There aren't any more." "Well, we'd better telephone for an axe--" "The thing to do is to forget about the heat," said
45Tom impatiently. "You make it ten times worse by crabbing about it." He unrolled the bottle of whisky from the towel and
46put it on the table. "Why not let her alone, old sport?" remarked Gatsby. "You're the one that wanted to come to town."
47There was a moment of silence. The telephone book slipped from its nail and splashed to the floor, whereupon Jordan
48whispered, "Excuse me"--but this time no one laughed. "I'll pick it up," I offered. "I've got it." Gatsby examined the
49parted string, muttered "Hum!" in an interested way, and tossed the book on a chair. "That's a great expression of
50yours, isn't it?" said Tom sharply. "What is?" "All this 'old sport' business. Where'd you pick that up?" "Now see here,
51Tom," said Daisy, turning around from the mirror, "if you're going to make personal remarks I won't stay here a minute.
52Call up and order some ice for the mint julep." As Tom took up the receiver the compressed heat exploded into sound and
53we were listening to the portentous chords of Mendelssohn's Wedding March from the ballroom below. "Imagine marrying
54anybody in this heat!" cried Jordan dismally. "Still--I was married in the middle of June," Daisy remembered.
55"Louisville in June! Somebody fainted. Who was it fainted, Tom?" "Biloxi," he answered shortly. "A man named Biloxi.
56'Blocks' Biloxi, and he made boxes--that's a fact--and he was from Biloxi, Tennessee." "They carried him into my house,"
57appended Jordan, "because we lived just two doors from the church. And he stayed three weeks, until Daddy told him he
58had to get out. The day after he left Daddy died." After a moment she added as if she might have sounded irreverent,
59"There wasn't any connection." "I used to know a Bill Biloxi from Memphis," I remarked. "That was his cousin. I knew his
60whole family history before he left. He gave me an aluminium putter that I use today." The music had died down as the
61ceremony began and now a long cheer floated in at the window, followed by intermittent cries of "Yea--ea--ea!" and
62finally by a burst of jazz as the dancing began. "We're getting old," said Daisy. "If we were young we'd rise and
63dance." "Remember Biloxi," Jordan warned her. "Where'd you know him, Tom?" "Biloxi?" He concentrated with an effort. "I
64didn't know him. He was a friend of Daisy's." "He was not," she denied. "I'd never seen him before. He came down in the
65private car." "Well, he said he knew you. He said he was raised in Louisville. Asa Bird brought him around at the last
66minute and asked if we had room for him." Jordan smiled. "He was probably bumming his way home. He told me he was
67president of your class at Yale." Tom and I looked at each other blankly. "Biloxi?" "First place, we didn't have any
68president--" Gatsby's foot beat a short, restless tattoo and Tom eyed him suddenly. "By the way, Mr. Gatsby, I
69understand you're an Oxford man." "Not exactly." "Oh, yes, I understand you went to Oxford." "Yes--I went there." A
70pause. Then Tom's voice, incredulous and insulting: "You must have gone there about the time Biloxi went to New Haven."
71Another pause. A waiter knocked and came in with crushed mint and ice but the silence was unbroken by his "thank you"
72and the soft closing of the door. This tremendous detail was to be cleared up at last. "I told you I went there," said
73Gatsby.
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