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Every
Friday
five
crates
of
oranges
and
lemons
arrived
from
a
fruiterer
in
New
York
--
every
Monday
these
same
oranges
and
lemons
left
his
back
door
in
a
pyramid
of
pulpless
halves
.
There
was
a
machine
in
the
kitchen
which
could
extract
the
juice
of
two
hundred
oranges
in
half
an
hour
if
a
little
button
was
pressed
two
hundred
times
by
a
butler
's
thumb
.
At
least
once
a
fortnight
a
corps
of
caterers
came
down
with
several
hundred
feet
of
canvas
and
enough
colored
lights
to
make
a
Christmas
tree
of
Gatsby
's
enormous
garden
.
On
buffet
tables
,
garnished
with
glistening
hors-d'oeuvre
,
spiced
baked
hams
crowded
against
salads
of
harlequin
designs
and
pastry
pigs
and
turkeys
bewitched
to
a
dark
gold
.
In
the
main
hall
a
bar
with
a
real
brass
rail
was
set
up
,
and
stocked
with
gins
and
liquors
and
with
cordials
so
long
forgotten
that
most
of
his
female
guests
were
too
young
to
know
one
from
another
.
By
seven
o'clock
the
orchestra
has
arrived
,
no
thin
five-piece
affair
,
but
a
whole
pitful
of
oboes
and
trombones
and
saxophones
and
viols
and
cornets
and
piccolos
,
and
low
and
high
drums
.
The
last
swimmers
have
come
in
from
the
beach
now
and
are
dressing
up-stairs
;
the
cars
from
New
York
are
parked
five
deep
in
the
drive
,
and
already
the
halls
and
salons
and
verandas
are
gaudy
with
primary
colors
,
and
hair
shorn
in
strange
new
ways
,
and
shawls
beyond
the
dreams
of
Castile
.
The
bar
is
in
full
swing
,
and
floating
rounds
of
cocktails
permeate
the
garden
outside
,
until
the
air
is
alive
with
chatter
and
laughter
,
and
casual
innuendo
and
introductions
forgotten
on
the
spot
,
and
enthusiastic
meetings
between
women
who
never
knew
each
other
's
names
.
The
lights
grow
brighter
as
the
earth
lurches
away
from
the
sun
,
and
now
the
orchestra
is
playing
yellow
cocktail
music
,
and
the
opera
of
voices
pitches
a
key
higher
.
Laughter
is
easier
minute
by
minute
,
spilled
with
prodigality
,
tipped
out
at
a
cheerful
word
.
The
groups
change
more
swiftly
,
swell
with
new
arrivals
,
dissolve
and
form
in
the
same
breath
;
already
there
are
wanderers
,
confident
girls
who
weave
here
and
there
among
the
stouter
and
more
stable
,
become
for
a
sharp
,
joyous
moment
the
centre
of
a
group
,
and
then
,
excited
with
triumph
,
glide
on
through
the
sea-change
of
faces
and
voices
and
color
under
the
constantly
changing
light
.
Suddenly
one
of
the
gypsies
,
in
trembling
opal
,
seizes
a
cocktail
out
of
the
air
,
dumps
it
down
for
courage
and
,
moving
her
hands
like
Frisco
,
dances
out
alone
on
the
canvas
platform
.
A
momentary
hush
;
the
orchestra
leader
varies
his
rhythm
obligingly
for
her
,
and
there
is
a
burst
of
chatter
as
the
erroneous
news
goes
around
that
she
is
Gilda
Gray
's
understudy
from
the
Follies
.
The
party
has
begun
.
I
believe
that
on
the
first
night
I
went
to
Gatsby
's
house
I
was
one
of
the
few
guests
who
had
actually
been
invited
.
People
were
not
invited
--
they
went
there
.
They
got
into
automobiles
which
bore
them
out
to
Long
Island
,
and
somehow
they
ended
up
at
Gatsby
's
door
.
Once
there
they
were
introduced
by
somebody
who
knew
Gatsby
,
and
after
that
they
conducted
themselves
according
to
the
rules
of
behavior
associated
with
amusement
parks
.
Sometimes
they
came
and
went
without
having
met
Gatsby
at
all
,
came
for
the
party
with
a
simplicity
of
heart
that
was
its
own
ticket
of
admission
.
I
had
been
actually
invited
.
A
chauffeur
in
a
uniform
of
robin
's
-
egg
blue
crossed
my
lawn
early
that
Saturday
morning
with
a
surprisingly
formal
note
from
his
employer
:
the
honor
would
be
entirely
Gatsby
's
,
it
said
,
if
I
would
attend
his
"
little
party
"
that
night
.
He
had
seen
me
several
times
,
and
had
intended
to
call
on
me
long
before
,
but
a
peculiar
combination
of
circumstances
had
prevented
it
--
signed
Jay
Gatsby
,
in
a
majestic
hand
.
Dressed
up
in
white
flannels
I
went
over
to
his
lawn
a
little
after
seven
,
and
wandered
around
rather
ill
at
ease
among
swirls
and
eddies
of
people
I
did
n't
know
--
though
here
and
there
was
a
face
I
had
noticed
on
the
commuting
train
.
I
was
immediately
struck
by
the
number
of
young
Englishmen
dotted
about
;
all
well
dressed
,
all
looking
a
little
hungry
,
and
all
talking
in
low
,
earnest
voices
to
solid
and
prosperous
Americans
.
I
was
sure
that
they
were
selling
something
:
bonds
or
insurance
or
automobiles
.
They
were
at
least
agonizingly
aware
of
the
easy
money
in
the
vicinity
and
convinced
that
it
was
theirs
for
a
few
words
in
the
right
key
.
