The Great Gatsby Page #2

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when I don't care what I look like.

It looks wonderful on you,

if you know what I mean.

I think if Chester could

get you in that pose...

I think he could

really make something of it.

I'm Catherine, Myrtle's sister.

People say we look like twins,

but I don't think so.

I'm Nick. Won't you sit down?

I told that boy about the ice.

These servants! You really have to

keep after them all the time.

- You live down on Long Island, too?

- Yes, in West Egg.

Really?

I was down at a party in West Egg

about a month ago,

at a man named Gatsby's.

- Do you know him?

- I live next door to him.

He's German.

Really. The cousin or nephew

or something of Kaiser Wilhelm.

That's where all his money comes from.

- Really?

- I'm scared of him.

- Why?

- I'd hate him to get anything on me.

- What a cute dog!

- Darling!

Excuse me, Myrtle,

could you come here?

Neither of them can stand

the person they're married to.

- Can't they?

- Can't stand them!

What I say is,

why go on living with them

if they can't stand them?

Come on! Kiss that adorable little thing!

Myrtle's been living over that garage

for 11 years, you know.

And Tom's the first sweetie

she ever had.

I was on a train to New York,

to see Catherine and spend the night.

Tom was sitting opposite me.

He had on a dress suit

and patent leather shoes.

And I could see

he was a real gentleman.

I couldn't keep my eyes off him.

Every time he looked at me,

I had to pretend to look

at the advertisement above his head.

When we pulled into the station,

he was next to me,

and his white shirt front

was pressed against my arm.

I said, "Well,

I'll have to call a policeman."

But he knew I was lying.

I was so excited. When I got into the taxi

my head was swimming.

I felt as if some very tiny, cold, little fish

was swimming in my veins.

All I kept thinking was, I kept thinking...

You can't live forever!

You can't live forever!

it was the best day of my life.

Myrtle...

What did you do to him?

Big, clumsy...

- What did you do?

- Don't ever call me clumsy!

Myrtle, don't slam the door in my face.

Get out!

Please.

But, you see, it's really his wife

that's keeping them apart.

She's a Catholic,

and they don't believe in divorce.

I have the right

to say her name any time I please.

- Daisy! Daisy! Daisy!

- Shut up.

I can say whatever I want to!

Daisy! Daisy!

Daisy.

Daisy.

- Some chocolate cake, madam.

- Thank you very much.

- Sorry we're late.

- Okay, hurry up.

- Get dressed!

- Be right back.

I'm going to arrange a marriage

between you and Jordan.

I'll sort of fling you together,

lock you up in the linen closet

or push you out to sea in a boat,

all that sort of thing.

I have no money. Would Jordan

marry a man with no money?

Of course not!

On...

Well... It'll just have to be

an affair, then.

We don't know each other very well,

do we? Even if we are cousins.

- You didn't come to my wedding.

- I wasn't back from the war.

- Well, I've had a very bad time, Nick.

- Mummy!

Hello, sweetheart!

Let me tell you what I said

when she was born.

She was less than an hour old

and Tom was...

...God knows where.

I woke up out of the ether

with an utterly abandoned feeling,

and I asked the nurse

if it was a boy or a girl.

She told me it was a girl.

And so I turned away my head and wept.

"All right," I said. "I'm glad it's a girl,

and I hope she'll be a little fool."

That's the best thing

a girl can be in this world,

a beautiful little fool.

Here you are.

- Having a little heart-to-heart with Nick?

- Yes.

I think we talked about the Nordic race.

Yes, I'm sure we did.

It sort of crept up on us,

and first thing we knew...

Don't believe

everything you hear, Nick.

My, my, my!

She is the most immoral young lady

I have ever seen.

- Mr Carraway?

- Yes?

Mr Gatsby would be honoured

if you'd attend his party.

Thank you!

- Hello, Jordan.

- Nick!

I hoped you'd be here.

Your cousin Daisy has a craving for you,

but I'm going to borrow you for tonight.

I never care what I do,

I always have a good time.

When I was here last, I tore my gown

on a chair and he asked my name!

- Who's he?

- Gatsby, of course.

Inside of a week, I got a package

from Croirier with a new gown!

- You keep it?

- Sure.

I was gonna wear it tonight,

but it had to be altered.

It was gas blue

with lavender beads, $265!

There's something funny

about a fellow like that.

He doesn't want

any trouble with anyone.

- Who?

- Gatsby.

Somebody told me...

Somebody told me

they thought he'd killed a man once.

Killed a man?

I heard he was connected with

the government during the war, a spy.

I heard he was in oil, from a man

who grew up with him in Texas.

I knew somebody

he grew up with in St Paul.

Look at him sometime,

when he doesn't know anyone's looking,

you can see it in his eyes.

I bet he did kill a man.

- Which one is he?

- He never really goes to his own parties.

Just looks in to see who's here,

then disappears.

God knows where he is!

- You know I always want pheasant.

- Of course, madam.

Good evening! I'm your entertainer.

I just got married,

to the fattest girl you ever saw.

She was so fat, when she sat on

a drugstore stool, she had a hangover.

She hated to wear dresses,

always skirts. When she walked...

Thank God, it's a fight.

Let's get out.

This is much too polite for me.

Excuse me, sir.

- Would you mind following me?

- I don't understand.

Just follow me, please.

Excuse me.

I was invited.

Mr Gatsby sent a man over

with an invitation.

I live right across over there,

right across the lawn.

Are you sure

you've got the right person?

Yeah.

Excuse me...

How do you do, old sport? I'm Gatsby.

Nick Carraway. It's a pleasure.

You live in the cottage across the lawn.

I tried to buy it once.

- I've been trying to find you, but...

- I'm afraid I'm not a very good host.

Truth of the matter is

I don't much like parties.

I thought we should get acquainted,

since we're neighbours.

- I hope you're enjoying yourself?

- Yes. Thank you.

- If there's anything you want...

- No, everything's fine...

Good.

It's a lovely night for the party.

Yes.

Was there anything else?

No, no...

I just thought perhaps we should meet.

Yes.

Excuse me.

- Shall I...

- No, no...

Yes.

What?

I don't give a damn

what Philadelphia wants.

If that's his idea of a small town,

he's no use to us.

No.

No.

I'm sorry, old sport, it was business.

Yes. Well, I've taken up

too much of your time as it is.

- Any of my guests you'd like to meet?

- No, thank you.

Perhaps we can have lunch?

Tomorrow?

- Fine.

- Good.

See you then.

Grand, isn't it?

What do you think?

Beautiful, isn't it?

Yes.

- Like to drive it?

- I don't think I'd want the responsibility.

Get in.

Look here, what's your

opinion of me, anyhow?

I hadn't really thought about it.

Let me tell you something about my life.

I don't want you to get

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