Wilson had
cried for Myrtle all night. Then he began to talk to his neighbours. Two months
ago, Myrtle had come back from New York with a bruised face. Later, Wilson had
found an expensive dog collar in Myrtle’s desk.
“He bought
it for her”, Wilson said. “He bought it for her and then he killed her! He
murdered her, the man in the yellow car! She ran out to speak to him and he
wouldn’t stop!”
Somehow,
Wilson found out who owned the yellow car. At half past two on the day after
Myrtle had been killed, Wilson went to West Egg. He asked the way to Gatsby’s
house.
At two
o’clock, Gatsby had gone down to his swimming pool with an airbed. He told his
servants to call him if anyone phoned… no one phoned. His dream was over.
I couldn’t
do much work that day. I got back to West Egg by about half past four. Gatsby
wasn’t in the house. One of the servants told me he had not come back from the
swimming pool.
We hurried
down to the pool. The airbed was moving slowly round and round. There was a
little blood in the water and Gatsby lay on the airbed – dead.
As we
carried Gatsby’s body up to the house, we saw Wilson lying on the grass. Wilson
had shot Gatsby and had then shot himself.
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domingo, 25 de mayo de 2014
The Great Gatsby
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