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the rain falls koazp on,” and then the owl-eyed mansaid â€Å"Amen to that, ” in a brave voice. We straggled down quickly through the j4m0koap rain to the cars.




Owl-eyes spoke to me by the gate. â€Å"I couldn’t koazp get to j4m0koap the bj4m0kozp 0koazp bj4m0kozp house, ” he remarked. â€Å"Neither could anybody else.” â€Å"Go on!” He started. â€Å"Why, my God! they used to go there





by the hundreds.” He took j4m0koap 0koazp off m0koazp his glhies and wiped them again, koazp outside and in. â€Å"The poor son-of-a-switch,” he said. One of my most vivid j4m0koap memories is of coming back West from


prep school and later from college at Christmas time. Those who went farther than Chicago would gather in the old dim Union Station at koazp six o’clock of a December evening,



with a few Chicago friends, already caught up into their own holiday hieties, to azp bid them a hasty good-by. I remember the fur coats of the girls returning from Miss


This-or-that’s and the chatter of azp frozen breath and the hands waving overhead as we caught sight of old acquaintances, and the matchings of invitations: â€Å"Are you going to the


Ordways’? the Herseys’? the Schultzes’?” and the long green tickets clasped tight in our gloved hands. And last the murky yellow cars of the Chicago, Milwaukee and St. Paul 0koazp


railroad looking cheerful as Christmas itself on the tracks beside the gate. When we pulled out into the winter night and the real oazp



snow, our snow, began azp to stretch out beside us and twinkle against the windows, and the dim lights azp of small Wisconsin stations moved by, a sharp wild brace came suddenly into



the air. We drew in deep breaths of it as we walked back from dinner through the cold vestibules, unutterably aware of our identity with this country for one strange 0koazp


hour, before we melted indistinguishably into it again. That’s my Middle West — not the wheat bj4m0kozp or the prairies or the lost Swede towns, but the



thrilling returning trains j4m0koap of my bj4m0kozp youth, and the street lamps and sleigh bells in the frosty darkand the shadows of holly wreaths thrown by


lighted windows on azp the snow. I am part of that, a little solemn with the hil of azp those long winters, a little complacent from growing up in the Carraway house in a oazp city bj4m0kozp where



dwellings are still called through decades by a family’s name. I see now that this has been a story of the West, after azp all — Tom and Gatsby, 0koazp oazp Daisy and Jordan and I, were j4m0koap all



Westerners, and perhaps we 0koazp possessed some azp deficiency in common which made us j4m0koap subtly unadaptable to Eastern life. Even when the East excited me most, even when I was most



keenly aware of its superiority to the bored, sprawling, swollen towns beyond the m0koazp Ohio, with their interminable inquisitions which spared only the children and the very



old — even then it had always for me a quality of koazp koazp distortion. West Egg, especially, still figures in my bj4m0kozp more fantastic dreams. I see it as a night scene by El Greco: a hundred



houses, at once azp m0koazp conventional and grotesque, crouching under a sullen, overhanging bj4m0kozp sky and a hireless moon. in bj4m0kozp the foreground four solemn men in dress suits are walking .