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*Nick Narrating* - There was music from my neighbor's house through the summer nights.
In the blue gardens men and girls came and went like moths among the whispering and the
champagne and the stars. On week-ends his Rolls Royce became omnibus, bearing parties
to and from the city between nine in the morning and long past midnight. I believe that the
first night I went to Gatsby's house I was one of the few guests who had actually been invited.
Guy - A message from Mr. Gatsby.
Nick - What?
Nick - Hey there Jordan. Jordan - Hello there, I thought you might
be here. I came up, I remembered you lived next to-----Be right back.
Jordan -Do you come to these parties often? Nick - No, actually this is my first time.
Jordan - Well about the host Gatsby, someone told me he killed a man once.
Nick - I don't think so much that. Jordan - You're right, he was a German spy
during the war. I bet he killed a man. Jordan - Anyway, let's get out.
Gatsby - Your face is familiar. Weren't you in the Third Division during the war?
Nick - Why yes. I was in the ninth machine gun battalion.
Gatsby - I was in the Seventh Infantry until June 1918. I knew I'd seen you somewhere before.
*Talk for a while* Gatsby -Would you like to go in my hydroplane
with me, old sport? Nick -What time?
Gatsby - Any time that suits you best. Jordan - Having a gay time now?
Nick - Much better. Nick - This is an unusual party for me. I
haven't even seen the host. I live over there and this man Gatsby sent over his chauffeur with an invitation
Gatsby - I'm Gatsby.
Nick -What? I beg your pardon. Gatsby - I thought you knew, old sport. I'm
afraid I'm not a very good host. *Nick Narrates*
"He smiled understandingly—much more than understandingly. It was one of those rare
smiles with a quality of eternal reassurance in it, that you may come across four or five
times in life. It faced--or seemed to face--the whole external world for an instant, and then
concentrated on you with an irresistible prejudice in your favor. It understood you just as far
as you wanted to be understood, believed in you as you would like to believe in yourself,
and assured you that it had precisely the impression of you that, at your best, you
hoped to convey." Gatsby - Excuse me, I will rejoin you later.
Nick - Who is he? Do you know? Jordan - Just a man named Gatsby.
Nick - Where is he from, I mean? And what does he do?
Jordan - Well, he told me once he was an Oxford man. However, I don't believe it.
Nick - Why not? Jordan - I don't know. Anyhow, he gives large
parties. *While goes by*
Butler - I beg your pardon, but Mr. Gatsby would like to speak to you alone.
Jordan - With me? Butler - Yes ma'm.
*Long while goes by* Jordan - I just heard the most amazing thing.
How long were we in there? Nick - Why about an hour.
Jordan - It was simply...amazing. But I told him I wouldn't tell anyone and here I am tantalizing
you. *Jordan Yawns*