New York, Hugh, Clip Springer discussed on Planet Money
After a moment i'd like to just get one of those pink clouds and put you in it and push you around. I tried to go then. But they wouldn't hear of it. Perhaps my presence made them feel more satisfactorily alone. I know what we'll do gatsby. We'll have clip springer play the piano. He went out of the room calling ewing and returned in a few minutes accompanied by an embarrassed slightly. Worn young man with shell rimmed glasses and scanty blond hair. He was now decently clothed in a sport shirt open at the neck. Sneakers and duck trousers of a nebulous. Hugh did we interrupt. Your exercises inquired daisy politely. Asleep cried mr clip springer in a spasm of embarrassment that is. I'd been asleep then. I got up clip springer plays a piano had got speed cutting off. Don't you old sport. i don't play well. i don't. i hardly play at all all out of practice. We'll go downstairs interrupted gatsby. He flipped a switch. The gray windows disappeared as the house. Glowed full of light in the music room. Gatsby turned on a solitary lamp beside the piano. He let daisy cigarette from trembling match and sat down with her on a couch far across the room where there was no light. Save with the gleaming floor bounced in from the hall. When clip springer had played the love nest. He turned around on the bench and searched unhappily for gatsby in the gloom. I'm all out of practice. You see. I told you. I couldn't play. I'm out of prac. Don't talk so much. Old sport commanded gatsby play in the morning in the evening. Ain'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 plunging home through the rain from new york. It was the hour a profound human change and excitement was generating on the air. One thing sharon nothing sure the rich get richer and the poor. Get children in the meantime in between time as i went over to say goodbye. I saw that the expression of bewilderment had come back into gatsby space as they will. 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 fall but because of the colossal vitality of his illusion it had gone beyond her beyond everything he had thrown himself into it with the 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 the rush of emotion. I think that voice held him most with its fluctuating feverish warmth. Because it couldn't be over dreamed. That voice was a deathly song..