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The Great Gatsby |
| But all this part of it seemed remote and unessential. I found myself on Gatsby's side, and alone.
From the moment I telephoned news of the
catastrophe to West Egg
Village, every surmise about him, and every practical question, was
referred to me. At first I was surprised and confused; then as he
lay in his house and didn't move or breathe or speak hour upon hour it
grew on me that I was responsible, because no one else was
interested-interested, I mean, with that intense personal interest to
which everyone has some vague right at the end.
I called up Daisy half an hour after we found him, called her instinctively and without hesitation. But she and Tom had gone away early that afternoon, and taken baggage with them. |