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And so it happened that on a warm windy evening I
drove over to East Egg to see two old friends whom I scarce-
ly knew at all. Their house was even more elaborate than I
expected, a cheerful red and white Georgian Colonial man-
sion overlooking the bay.

It is many windy and many warm. Driving to seeing many friends are egg. They house many big and many beautiful and seeing beach.

The lawn started at the beach and
ran toward the front door for a quarter of a mile, jumping
over sun-dials and brick walks and burning gardens—final-
ly when it reached the house drifting up the side in bright
vines as though from the momentum of its run.

They garden many big and going from beach to house many times. Many sun come to garden and come to house but many trees many strong and sun not come.

The front
was broken by a line of French windows, glowing now with
reflected gold, and wide open to the warm windy afternoon,
and Tom Buchanan in riding clothes was standing with his
legs apart on the front porch.

In France many windows are many big and many rich. Tom Buchanan is intercoursing with the gold horse.

He had changed since his New Haven years. Now he
was a sturdy, straw haired man of thirty with a rather hard
mouth and a supercilious manner. Two shining, arrogant
eyes had established dominance over his face and gave him
the appearance of always leaning aggressively forward.

He is New Haven many change. He is many big and many strong and American face many mouth. He is many hard. He is eyes many looking strong. He is seem like bastard, I thinking.

Not
even the effeminate swank of his riding clothes could hide
the enormous power of that body—he seemed to fill those
glistening boots until he strained the top lacing and you
could see a great pack of muscle shifting when his shoulder
moved under his thin coat. It was a body capable of enor-
mous leverage—a cruel body.

He is wearing girl clothes like gay but he is not gay. He is still something hard under clothes. I can see his hard making clothes tight. He is body many hard.

His speaking voice, a gruff husky tenor, added to the im-
pression of fractiousness he conveyed. There was a touch of
paternal contempt in it, even toward people he liked—and
there were men at New Haven who had hated his guts.

He is speaking many hard and recalcitrancy. He is hate father and he is many like his friends. They go play but many think he bastard.

‘Now, don’t think my opinion on these matters is final,’
he seemed to say, ‘just because I’m stronger and more of a
man than you are.’

“I am not making terminating decision,” he say. “I am many man having and many strong than you!”