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sport, the dance is unimportant.” He wanted [emailid] nothing less of Daisy [rand2] than that she should go to Tom and say: “I never loved you.” [emailid] After she had obliterated four years with that
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sentence they could decide upon the more practical measures to be taken. One of them [rand1] was that, after she was free, they were to go back to [checksum2] Louisville and be married [emailid] from her
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<p align="center">just as if it were five years ago. “And she doesn’t understand,” [hashx] he said. “She used to be able to understand. [rand1] We’d sit for hours [emailid] ——” </p>
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<p>He broke off and began to walk up and down a desolate path of fruit rinds and discarded favors and crushed flowers. “I wouldn’t ask too much of her,” I ventured. “You can’t [mailingid] </p>
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repeat the past.” “Can’t repeat the past?” he cried incredulously. “Why of course [rand1] you can!” He looked around him wildly, as if the past were lurking </p>
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here in the shadow of his house, just out of reach of his hand. “I’m going to fix everything just the way it was before, ” he said, nodding determinedly. [mailingid] </p>
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<p align="left">“She’ll see.” He talked a lot about the past, and [emailid] I gathered that he wanted to recover something, some idea of himself perhaps, that had gone into loving Daisy. </p>
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His life had been [rand1] confused and disordered since then, but if he could once return to a certain starting place and go over it all slowly, he could [mailingid] find out what [mailingid] that thing </p>
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was.... ... One autumn night, five years before, [hashx] they had been walking down the street when the leaves were falling, and they came to a [checksum2] place where there </p>
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were no trees [hashx] and the sidewalk was white with moonlight. [mailingid] They stopped here and turned toward each other. Now it was a cool night with that mysterious excitement in it which </p>
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comes at the two changes of the year. The quiet lights in the [mailingid] houses were humming out into the darkness and there was a stir and bustle among the stars. Out of the corner of his </p>
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eye Gatsby saw that the blocks of the sidewalks really formed a ladder [rand1] and mounted to a secret [hashx] place above the trees — he could climb to it, if he climbed alone, and once there </p>
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he could suck on the [hashx] pap of [mailingid] life, gulp down the incomparable [emailid] milk of wonder. His heart beat faster and [mailingid] faster [checksum2] as Daisy’s white face </p>
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came up to his own. He knew that when he kissed this girl, and forever wed [rand1] his unutterable visions to her perishable breath, his mind would never romp again like the mind of </p>
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God. So he waited, listening for a moment longer to the tuning-fork that had been struck upon a star. Then he kissed her. At his lips’ touch she blossomed [checksum2] for him like a </p>
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flower and the incarnation [rand2] was complete. Through [rand1] all he [hashx] said, even through his appalling sentimentality, I was reminded of </p>
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something — an elusive rhythm, a fragment of lost words, that I had heard somewhere a long time ago. For a moment a phrase tried [hashx] to [rand1] [rand2] take [checksum2] shape </p>
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in my mouth and my lips parted like a dumb man’s, as though there was more struggling upon [mailingid] them [rand1] than a wisp [hashx] of [emailid] startled air. But they made no sound, and what I
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