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Ai
n't
we
got
fun
--
--
"
Outside
the
wind
was
loud
and
there
was
a
faint
flow
of
thunder
along
the
Sound
.
All
the
lights
were
going
on
in
West
Egg
now
;
the
electric
trains
,
men-carrying
,
were
plunging
home
through
the
rain
from
New
York
.
It
was
the
hour
of
a
profound
human
change
,
and
excitement
was
generating
on
the
air
.
"
One
thing
's
sure
and
nothing
's
surer
The
rich
get
richer
and
the
poor
get
--
children
.
In
the
meantime
,
In
between
time
--
--
"
As
I
went
over
to
say
good-by
I
saw
that
the
expression
of
bewilderment
had
come
back
into
Gatsby
's
face
,
as
though
a
faint
doubt
had
occurred
to
him
as
to
the
quality
of
his
present
happiness
.
Almost
five
years
!
There
must
have
been
moments
even
that
afternoon
when
Daisy
tumbled
short
of
his
dreams
--
not
through
her
own
fault
,
but
because
of
the
colossal
vitality
of
his
illusion
.
It
had
gone
beyond
her
,
beyond
everything
.
He
had
thrown
himself
into
it
with
a
creative
passion
,
adding
to
it
all
the
time
,
decking
it
out
with
every
bright
feather
that
drifted
his
way
.
No
amount
of
fire
or
freshness
can
challenge
what
a
man
will
store
up
in
his
ghostly
heart
.
As
I
watched
him
he
adjusted
himself
a
little
,
visibly
.
His
hand
took
hold
of
hers
,
and
as
she
said
something
low
in
his
ear
he
turned
toward
her
with
a
rush
of
emotion
.
I
think
that
voice
held
him
most
,
with
its
fluctuating
,
feverish
warmth
,
because
it
could
n't
be
over-dreamed
--
that
voice
was
a
deathless
song
.
They
had
forgotten
me
,
but
Daisy
glanced
up
and
held
out
her
hand
;
Gatsby
did
n't
know
me
now
at
all
.
I
looked
once
more
at
them
and
they
looked
back
at
me
,
remotely
,
possessed
by
intense
life
.
Then
I
went
out
of
the
room
and
down
the
marble
steps
into
the
rain
,
leaving
them
there
together
.
About
this
time
an
ambitious
young
reporter
from
New
York
arrived
one
morning
at
Gatsby
's
door
and
asked
him
if
he
had
anything
to
say
.
