Bài giảng Logistics trong thương mại điện tử (Logistics for ecommerce)

Bài giảng Logistics trong thương mại điện tử (Logistics for ecommerce) được biên soạn với mục tiêu nhằm cung cấp cho sinh viên những kiến thức tổng quan về logistics thương mại điện tử; hạ tầng và mạng lưới logistics thương mại điện tử; mua hàng và dự trữ trong thương mại điện tử; quá trình thực hiện đơn hàng trong thương mại điện tử; vận... 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8/30/2022 a big sensation.’ He smiled with jovial condescension and added ‘Some sensation!’ whereupon everybody laughed ‘The piece is known,’ he concluded lustily, ‘as ‘Vladimir Tostoff’s Jazz History of the World.’ ‘ The nature of Mr Tostoff’s composition eluded me, be- cause just as it began my eyes fell on Gatsby, standing alone on the marble steps and looking from one group to another with approving eyes His tanned skin was drawn attractive- ly tight on his face and his short hair looked as though it were trimmed every day I could see nothing sinister about him I wondered if the fact that he was not drinking helped to set him off from his guests, for it seemed to me that he grew more correct as the fraternal hilarity increased When the ‘Jazz History of the World’ was over girls were putting their heads on men’s shoulders in a puppyish, convivial way, girls were swooning backward playfully into men’s arms, even into groups knowing that some one would ar- rest their falls—but no one swooned backward on Gatsby and no French bob touched Gatsby’s shoulder and no sing- ing quartets were formed with Gatsby’s head for one link ‘I beg your pardon.’ Gatsby’s butler was suddenly standing beside us ‘Miss Baker?’ he inquired ‘I beg your pardon but Mr Gatsby would like to speak to you alone.’ ‘With me?’ she exclaimed in surprise ‘Yes, madame.’ She go eyebrows at me in aston- ishment, and followed the butler toward the house I noticed that she wore her evening dress, all her dresses, like sports 56 The Great Gatsby clothes—there was a jauntiness about her movements as if she had first learned to walk upon golf courses on clean, crisp mornings I was alone and it was almost two For some time confused and intriguing sounds had issued from a long many-win- dowed room which overhung the terrace Eluding Jordan’s undergraduate who was now engaged in an obstetrical con- versation with two chorus girls, and who implored me to join him, I went inside The large room was full of people One of the girls in yellow was playing the piano and beside her stood a tall, red haired young lady from a famous chorus, engaged in song She had drunk a quantity of champagne and during the course of her song she had decided ineptly that every- thing was very very sad—she was not only singing, she was weeping too Whenever there was a pause in the song she filled it with gasping broken sobs and then took up the lyr- ic again in a quavering soprano The tears coursed down her cheeks—not freely, however, for when they came into contact with her heavily beaded eyelashes they assumed an inky color, and pursued the rest of their way in slow black rivulets A humorous suggestion was made that she face whereupon she threw up her hands, sank into a chair and went off into a deep vinous sleep ‘She had a fight with a man who says he’s her husband,’ explained a girl at my elbow I looked around Most of the remaining women were now having fights with men said to be their husbands Even Jordan’s party, the quartet from East Egg, were rent asun- Free eBooks at Planet eBook.com 57 der by dissension One of the men was talking with curious intensity to a young actress, and his wife after attempt- ing to laugh at the situation in a dignified and indifferent way broke down entirely and resorted to flank attacks—at intervals she appeared suddenly at his side like an angry diamond, and hissed ‘You promised!’ into his ear The reluctance to go home was not confined to wayward men The hall was at present occupied by two deplorably so- ber men and their highly indignant wives The wives were sympathizing with each other in slightly raised voices ‘Whenever he sees I’m having a good time he wants to go home.’ ‘Never heard anything so selfish in my life.’ ‘We’re always the first ones to leave.’ ‘So are we.’ ‘Well, we’re almost the last tonight,’ said one of the men sheepishly ‘The orchestra left half an hour ago.’ In spite of the wives’ agreement that such malevolence was beyond credibility, the dispute ended in a short strug- gle, and both wives were lifted As I waited for my hat in the hall the door of the library opened and Jordan Baker and Gatsby came out together He was saying some last word to her but the eagerness in his manner tightened abruptly into formality as several people approached him to say goodbye Jordan’s party were calling impatiently to her from the porch but she lingered for a moment to shake hands ‘I’ve just heard the most amazing thing,’ she whispered ‘How long were we in there?’ 58 The Great Gatsby ‘Why,—about an hour.’ ‘It was—simply amazing,’ she repeated abstractedly ‘But I swore I wouldn’t tell it and here I am tantalizing you.’ She yawned gracefully in my face ‘Please come and see me Phone book Under the name of Mrs Sigourney How- ard My aunt ’ She was hurrying off as she talked—her brown hand waved a jaunty salute as she melted into her party at the door Rather ashamed that on my first appearance I had stayed so late, I joined the last of Gatsby’s guests who were clus- tered around him I wanted to explain that I’d hunted for him early in the evening and to apologize for not having known him in the garden ‘Don’t mention it,’ he enjoined me eagerly ‘Don’t give it another thought, old sport.’ The familiar expression held no more familiarity than the hand which reassuringly brushed my shoulder ‘And don’t forget we’re going up in the hydro- plan nine o’clock.’ Then the butler, behind his shoulder: ‘Philadelphia wants you on the phone, sir.’ ‘All right, in a minute Tell them I’ll be right there good night.’ ‘Good night.’ ‘Good night.’ He smiled—and suddenly there seemed to be a pleasant significance in having been among the last to go, as if he had desired it all the time ‘Good night, old sport Good night.’ But as I walked down the steps I saw that the evening was not quite over Fifty feet from the door a dozen headlights Free eBooks at Planet eBook.com 59 illuminated a bizarre and tumultuous scene In the ditch be- side the road, right side up but violently shorn of one wheel, rested a new coupé which had left Gatsby’s drive not two minutes before The sharp jut of a wall accounted for the de- tachment of the wheel which was now getting considerable attention from half a dozen curious chauffeurs However, as they had left their cars blocking the road a harsh discordant din from those in the rear had been audible for some time and added to the already violent confusion of the scene A man in a long duster had dismounted from the wreck and now stood in the middle of the road, looking from the car to the tire and from the tire to the observers in a pleas- ant, puzzled way ‘See!’ he explained ‘It went in the ditch.’ The fact was infinitely astonishing to him—and I rec- ognized first the unusual quality o man—it was the late patron of Gatsby’s library ‘How’d it happen?’ He shrugged his shoulders ‘I know nothing whatever about mechanics,’ he said de- cisively ‘But how did it happen? Did you run into the wall?’ ‘Don’t ask me,’ said Owl Eyes, washing his hands of the whole matter ‘I know very little about driving—next to nothing It happened, and that’s all I know.’ ‘Well, if you’re a poor driver you oughtn’t to try driving at night.’ ‘But I wasn’t even trying,’ he explained indignantly, ‘I wasn’t even trying.’ 60 The Great Gatsby An awed hush fell upon the bystanders ‘Do you want to commit suicide?’ ‘You’re lucky it was just a wheel! A bad driver and not even TRYing!’ ‘You don’t understand,’ explained the criminal ‘I wasn’t driving There’s another man in the car.’ The shock that followed this declaration found voice in a sustained ‘Ah-h-h!’ as the door of the coupé swung slowly open The crowd—it was now a crowd—stepped back in- voluntarily and when the door had opened wide there was a ghostly pause Then, very gradually, part by part, a pale dangling individual stepped out of the wreck, pawing tenta- tively at the ground with a large uncertain dancing shoe Blinded by the glare of the headlights and confused by the incessant groaning of the horns the apparition stood swaying for a moment before he perceived the man in the duster ‘Wha’s matter?’ he inquir outa gas?’ ‘Look!’ Half a dozen fingers pointed at the amputated wheel—he stared at it for a moment and then looked upward as though he suspected that it had dropped from the sky ‘It came off,’ some one explained He nodded ‘At first I din’ notice we’d stopped.’ A pause Then, taking a long breath and straightening his shoulders he remarked in a determined voice: ‘Wonder’ff tell me where there’s a gas’line station?’ Free eBooks at Planet eBook.com 61 At least a dozen men, some of them little better off than he was, explained to him that wheel and car were no longer joined by any physical bond ‘Back out,’ he suggested after a moment ‘Put her in re- verse.’ ‘But the WHEEL’S off!’ He hesitated ‘No harm in trying,’ he said The caterwauling horns had reached a crescendo and I turned away and cut across the lawn toward home I glanced back once A wafer of a moon was shining over Gatsby’s house, making the night fine as before and surviving the laughter and the sound of his still glowing garden A sud- den emptiness seemed to flow now from the windows and the great doors, endowing with complete isolation the fig- ure of the host who stood on the porch, his hand up in a formal gesture of farewell Reading over what I have written so far I see I have given the impression that the events of three nights several weeks apart were all that absorbe they were merely casual events in a crowded summer and, until much later, they absorbed me infinitely less than my personal af- fairs Most of the time I worked In the early morning the sun threw my shadow westward as I hurried down the white chasms of lower New York to the Probity Trust I knew the other clerks and young bond-salesmen by their first names and lunched with them in dark crowded restaurants on little pig sausages and mashed potatoes and coffee I even 62 The Great Gatsby had a short affair with a girl who lived in Jersey City and worked in the accounting department, but her brother be- gan throwing mean looks in my direction so when she went on her vacation in July I let it blow quietly away I took dinner usually at the Yale Club—for some reason it was the gloomiest event of my day—and then I went up- stairs to the library and studied investments and securities for a conscientious hour There were generally a few rioters around but they never came into the library so it was a good place to work After that, if the night was mellow I strolled down Madison Avenue past the old Murray Hill Hotel and over Thirty-third Street to the Pennsylvania Station I began to like New York, the racy, adventurous feel of it at night and the satisfaction that the constant flicker of men and women and machines gives to the restless eye I liked to walk up out romantic wom- en from the crowd and imagine that in a few minutes I was going to enter into their lives, and no one would ever know or disapprove Sometimes, in my mind, I followed them to their apartments on the corners of hidden streets, and they turned and smiled back at me before they faded through a door into warm darkness At the enchanted metropoli- tan twilight I felt a haunting loneliness sometimes, and felt it in others—poor young clerks who loitered in front of windows waiting until it was time for a solitary restaurant 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‘Vladimir Tostoff’s Jazz History of the World.’ ‘ The nature of Mr Tostoff’s composition eluded me, be- cause just as it began my eyes fell on Gatsby, standing alone on the marble steps and looking from one group to another with approving eyes His tanned skin was drawn attractive- ly tight on his face and his short hair looked as though it were trimmed every day I could see nothing sinister about him I wondered if the fact that he was not drinking helped to set him off from his guests, for it seemed to me that he grew more correct as the fraternal hilarity increased When the ‘Jazz History of the World’ was over girls were putting their heads on men’s shoulders in a puppyish, convivial way, girls were swooning backward playfully into men’s arms, even into groups knowing that some one would ar- rest their falls—but no one swooned backward on Gatsby and no French bob touched Gatsby’s shoulder and no sing- ing quartets were formed with Gatsby’s head for one link ‘I beg your pardon.’ Gatsby’s butler was suddenly standing beside us ‘Miss Baker?’ he inquired ‘I beg your pardon but Mr Gatsby would like to speak to you alone.’ ‘With me?’ she exclaimed in surprise ‘Yes, madame.’ She go eyebrows at me in aston- ishment, and followed the butler toward the house I noticed that she wore her evening dress, all her dresses, like sports 56 The Great Gatsby clothes—there was a jauntiness about her movements as if she had first learned to walk upon golf courses on clean, crisp mornings I was alone and it was almost two For some time confused and intriguing sounds had issued from a long many-win- dowed room which overhung the terrace Eluding Jordan’s undergraduate who was now engaged in an obstetrical con- versation with two chorus girls, and who implored me to join him, I went inside The large room was full of people One of the girls in yellow was playing the piano and beside her stood a tall, red haired young lady from a famous chorus, engaged in song She had drunk a quantity of champagne and during the course of her song she had decided ineptly that every- thing was very very sad—she was not only singing, she was weeping too Whenever there was a pause in the song she filled it with gasping broken sobs and then took up the lyr- ic again in a quavering soprano The tears coursed down her cheeks—not freely, however, for when they came into contact with her heavily beaded eyelashes they assumed an inky color, and pursued the rest of their way in slow black rivulets A humorous suggestion was made that she face whereupon she threw up her hands, sank into a chair and went off into a deep vinous sleep ‘She had a fight with a man who says he’s her husband,’ explained a girl at my elbow I looked around Most of the remaining women were now having fights with men said to be their husbands Even Jordan’s party, the quartet from East Egg, were rent asun- Free eBooks at Planet eBook.com 57 der by dissension One of the men was talking with curious intensity to a young actress, and his wife after attempt- ing to laugh at the situation in a dignified and indifferent way broke down entirely and resorted to flank attacks—at intervals she appeared suddenly at his side like an angry diamond, and hissed ‘You promised!’ into his ear The reluctance to go home was not confined to wayward men The hall was at present occupied by two deplorably so- ber men and their highly indignant wives The wives were sympathizing with each other in slightly raised voices ‘Whenever he sees I’m having a good time he wants to go home.’ ‘Never heard anything so selfish in my life.’ ‘We’re always the first ones to leave.’ ‘So are we.’ ‘Well, we’re almost the last tonight,’ said one of the men sheepishly ‘The orchestra left half an hour ago.’ In spite of the wives’ agreement that such malevolence was beyond credibility, the dispute ended in a short strug- gle, and both wives were lifted As I waited for my hat in the hall the door of the library opened and Jordan Baker and Gatsby came out together He was saying some last word to her but the eagerness in his manner tightened abruptly into formality as several people approached him to say goodbye Jordan’s party were calling impatiently to her from the porch but she lingered for a moment to shake hands ‘I’ve just heard the most amazing thing,’ she whispered ‘How long were we in there?’ 58 The Great Gatsby ‘Why,—about an hour.’ ‘It was—simply amazing,’ she repeated abstractedly ‘But I swore I wouldn’t tell it and here I am tantalizing you.’ She yawned gracefully in my face ‘Please come and see me Phone book Under the name of Mrs Sigourney How- ard My aunt ’ She was hurrying off as she talked—her brown hand waved a jaunty salute as she melted into her party at the door Rather ashamed that on my first appearance I had stayed so late, I joined the last of Gatsby’s guests who were clus- tered around him I wanted to explain that I’d hunted for him early in the evening and to apologize for not having known him in the garden ‘Don’t mention it,’ he enjoined me eagerly ‘Don’t give it another thought, old sport.’ The familiar expression held no more familiarity than the hand which reassuringly brushed my shoulder ‘And don’t forget we’re going up in the hydro- plan nine o’clock.’ Then the butler, behind his shoulder: ‘Philadelphia wants you on the phone, sir.’ ‘All right, in a minute Tell them I’ll be right there good night.’ ‘Good night.’ ‘Good night.’ He smiled—and suddenly there seemed to be a pleasant significance in having been among the last to go, as if he had desired it all the time ‘Good night, old sport Good night.’ But as I walked down the steps I saw that the evening was not quite over Fifty feet from the door a dozen headlights Free eBooks at Planet eBook.com 59 illuminated a bizarre and tumultuous scene In the ditch be- side the road, right side up but violently shorn of one wheel, rested a new coupé which had left Gatsby’s drive not two minutes before The sharp jut of a wall accounted for the de- tachment of the wheel which was now getting considerable attention from half a dozen curious chauffeurs However, as they had left their cars blocking the road a harsh discordant din from those in the rear had been audible for some time and added to the already violent confusion of the scene A man in a long duster had dismounted from the wreck and now stood in the middle of the road, looking from the car to the tire and from the tire to the observers in a pleas- ant, puzzled way ‘See!’ he explained ‘It went in the ditch.’ The fact was infinitely astonishing to him—and I rec- ognized first the unusual quality o man—it was the late patron of Gatsby’s library ‘How’d it happen?’ He shrugged his shoulders ‘I know nothing whatever about mechanics,’ he said de- cisively ‘But how did it happen? Did you run into the wall?’ ‘Don’t ask me,’ said Owl Eyes, washing his hands of the whole matter ‘I know very little about driving—next to nothing It happened, and that’s all I know.’ ‘Well, if you’re a poor driver you oughtn’t to try driving at night.’ ‘But I wasn’t even trying,’ he explained indignantly, ‘I wasn’t even trying.’ 60 The Great Gatsby An awed hush fell upon the bystanders ‘Do you want to commit suicide?’ ‘You’re lucky it was just a wheel! A bad driver and not even TRYing!’ ‘You don’t understand,’ explained the criminal ‘I wasn’t driving There’s another man in the car.’ The shock that followed this declaration found voice in a sustained ‘Ah-h-h!’ as the door of the coupé swung slowly open The crowd—it was now a crowd—stepped back in- voluntarily and when the door had opened wide there was a ghostly pause Then, very gradually, part by part, a pale dangling individual stepped out of the wreck, pawing tenta- tively at the ground with a large uncertain dancing shoe Blinded by the glare of the headlights and confused by the incessant groaning of the horns the apparition stood swaying for a moment before he perceived the man in the duster ‘Wha’s matter?’ he inquir outa gas?’ ‘Look!’ Half a dozen fingers pointed at the amputated wheel—he stared at it for a moment and then looked upward as though he suspected that it had dropped from the sky ‘It came off,’ some one explained He nodded ‘At first I din’ notice we’d stopped.’ A pause Then, taking a long breath and straightening his shoulders he remarked in a determined voice: ‘Wonder’ff tell me where there’s a gas’line station?’ Free eBooks at Planet eBook.com 61 At least a dozen men, some of them little better off than he was, explained to him that wheel and car were no longer joined by any physical bond ‘Back out,’ he suggested after a moment ‘Put her in re- verse.’ ‘But the WHEEL’S off!’ He hesitated ‘No harm in trying,’ he said The caterwauling horns had reached a crescendo and I turned away and cut across the lawn toward home I glanced back once A wafer of a moon was shining over Gatsby’s house, making the night fine as before and surviving the laughter and the sound of his still glowing garden A sud- den emptiness seemed to flow now from the windows and the great doors, endowing with complete isolation the fig- ure of the host who stood on the porch, his hand up in a formal gesture of farewell Reading over what I have written so far I see I have given the impression that the events of three nights several weeks apart were all that absorbe they were merely casual events in a crowded summer and, until much later, they absorbed me infinitely less than my personal af- fairs Most of the time I worked In the early morning the sun threw my shadow westward as I hurried down the white chasms of lower New York to the Probity Trust I knew the other clerks and young bond-salesmen by their first names and lunched with them in dark crowded restaurants on little pig sausages and mashed potatoes and coffee I even 62 The Great Gatsby had a short affair with a girl who lived in Jersey City and worked in the accounting department, but her brother be- gan throwing mean looks in my direction so when she went on her vacation in July I let it blow quietly away I took dinner usually at the Yale Club—for some reason it was the gloomiest event of my day—and then I went up- stairs to the library and studied investments and securities for a conscientious hour There were generally a few rioters around but they never came into the library so it was a good place to work After that, if the night was mellow I strolled down Madison Avenue past the old Murray Hill Hotel and over Thirty-third Street to the Pennsylvania Station I began to like New York, the racy, adventurous feel of it at night and the satisfaction that the constant flicker of men and women and machines gives to the restless eye I liked to walk up out romantic wom- en from the crowd and imagine that in a few minutes I was going to enter into their lives, and no one would ever know or disapprove Sometimes, in my mind, I followed them to their apartments on the corners of hidden streets, and they turned and smiled back at me before they faded through a door into warm darkness At the enchanted metropoli- tan twilight I felt a haunting loneliness sometimes, and felt it in others—poor young clerks who loitered in front of windows waiting until it was time for a solitary restaurant dinner—young clerks in the dusk, wasting the most poi- gnant moments of night and life Again at eight o’clock, when the dark lanes of the For- ties were five deep with throbbing taxi cabs, bound for the Nội dung học phần TỔNG QUAN VỀ LOGISTICS TMĐT HẠ TẦNG VÀ MẠNG LƯỚI LOGISTICS TMĐT MUA HÀNG VÀ DỰ TRỮ TRONG TM ĐIỆN TỬ QUÁ TRÌNH THỰC HIỆN ĐƠN HÀNG TRONG TMĐT VẬN CHUYỂN VÀ KHO HÀNG TRONG LOGISTICS TMĐT LOGISTICS TRONG BÁN LẺ ĐIỆN TỬ VÀ XUYÊN BIÊN GIỚI CHƯƠNG TỔNG QUAN VỀ LOGISTICS TRONG THƯƠNG MẠI ĐIỆN TỬ 01 1.1 TMĐT hoạt động logistics TMĐT 1.2 Các trình e logistics doanh nghiệp kênh phân phối 1.3 Những thay đổi cấu trúc kết hợp logistics TMĐT 1.4 Tổ chức ứng dụng logistics TMĐT 8/30/2022 a big sensation.’ He smiled with jovial condescension and added ‘Some sensation!’ whereupon everybody laughed ‘The piece is known,’ he concluded lustily, ‘as ‘Vladimir Tostoff’s Jazz History of the World.’ ‘ The nature of Mr Tostoff’s composition eluded me, be- cause just as it began my eyes fell on Gatsby, standing alone on the marble steps and looking from one group to another with approving eyes His tanned skin was drawn attractive- ly tight on his face and his short hair looked as though it were trimmed every day I could see nothing sinister about him I wondered if the fact that he was not drinking helped to set him off from his guests, for it seemed to me that he grew more correct as the fraternal hilarity increased When the ‘Jazz History of the World’ was over girls were putting their heads on men’s shoulders in a puppyish, convivial way, girls were swooning backward playfully into men’s arms, even into groups knowing that some one would ar- rest their falls—but no one swooned backward on Gatsby and no French bob touched Gatsby’s shoulder and no sing- ing quartets were formed with Gatsby’s head for one link ‘I beg your pardon.’ Gatsby’s butler was suddenly standing beside us ‘Miss Baker?’ he inquired ‘I beg your pardon but Mr Gatsby would like to speak to you alone.’ ‘With me?’ she exclaimed in surprise ‘Yes, madame.’ She go eyebrows at me in aston- ishment, and followed the butler toward the house I noticed that she wore her evening dress, all her dresses, like sports 56 The Great Gatsby clothes—there was a jauntiness about her movements as if she had first learned to walk upon golf courses on clean, crisp mornings I was alone and it was almost two For some time confused and intriguing sounds had issued from a long many-win- dowed room which overhung the terrace Eluding Jordan’s undergraduate who was now engaged in an obstetrical con- versation with two chorus girls, and who implored me to join him, I went inside The large room was full of people One of the girls in yellow was playing the piano and beside her stood a tall, red haired young lady from a famous chorus, engaged in song She had drunk a quantity of champagne and during the course of her song she had decided ineptly that every- thing was very very sad—she was not only singing, she was weeping too Whenever there was a pause in the song she filled it with gasping broken sobs and then took up the lyr- ic again in a quavering soprano The tears coursed down her cheeks—not freely, however, for when they came into contact with her heavily beaded eyelashes they assumed an inky color, and pursued the rest of their way in slow black rivulets A humorous suggestion was made that she face whereupon she threw up her hands, sank into a chair and went off into a deep vinous sleep ‘She had a fight with a man who says he’s her husband,’ explained a girl at my elbow I looked around Most of the remaining women were now having fights with men said to be their husbands Even Jordan’s party, the quartet from East Egg, were rent asun- Free eBooks at Planet eBook.com 57 der by dissension One of the men was talking with curious intensity to a young actress, and his wife after attempt- ing to laugh at the situation in a dignified and indifferent way broke down entirely and resorted to flank attacks—at intervals she appeared suddenly at his side like an angry diamond, and hissed ‘You promised!’ into his ear The reluctance to go home was not confined to wayward men The hall was at present occupied by two deplorably so- ber men and their highly indignant wives The wives were sympathizing with each other in slightly raised voices ‘Whenever he sees I’m having a good time he wants to go home.’ ‘Never heard anything so selfish in my life.’ ‘We’re always the first ones to leave.’ ‘So are we.’ ‘Well, we’re almost the last tonight,’ said one of the men sheepishly ‘The orchestra left half an hour ago.’ In spite of the wives’ agreement that such malevolence was beyond credibility, the dispute ended in a short strug- gle, and both wives were lifted As I waited for my hat in the hall the door of the library opened and Jordan Baker and Gatsby came out together He was saying some last word to her but the eagerness in his manner tightened abruptly into formality as several people approached him to say goodbye Jordan’s party were calling impatiently to her from the porch but she lingered for a moment to shake hands ‘I’ve just heard the most amazing thing,’ she whispered ‘How long were we in there?’ 58 The Great Gatsby ‘Why,—about an hour.’ ‘It was—simply amazing,’ she repeated abstractedly ‘But I swore I wouldn’t tell it and here I am tantalizing you.’ She yawned gracefully in my face ‘Please come and see me Phone book Under the name of Mrs Sigourney How- ard My aunt ’ She was hurrying off as she talked—her brown hand waved a jaunty salute as she melted into her party at the door Rather ashamed that on my first appearance I had stayed so late, I joined the last of Gatsby’s guests who were clus- tered around him I wanted to explain that I’d hunted for him early in the evening and to apologize for not having known him in the garden ‘Don’t mention it,’ he enjoined me eagerly ‘Don’t give it another thought, old sport.’ The familiar expression held no more familiarity than the hand which reassuringly brushed my shoulder ‘And don’t forget we’re going up in the hydro- plan nine o’clock.’ Then the butler, behind his shoulder: ‘Philadelphia wants you on the phone, sir.’ ‘All right, in a minute Tell them I’ll be right there good night.’ ‘Good night.’ ‘Good night.’ He smiled—and suddenly there seemed to be a pleasant significance in having been among the last to go, as if he had desired it all the time ‘Good night, old sport Good night.’ But as I walked down the steps I saw that the evening was not quite over Fifty feet from the door a dozen headlights Free eBooks at Planet eBook.com 59 illuminated a bizarre and tumultuous scene In the ditch be- side the road, right side up but violently shorn of one wheel, rested a new coupé which had left Gatsby’s drive not two minutes before The sharp jut of a wall accounted for the de- tachment of the wheel which was now getting considerable attention from half a dozen curious chauffeurs However, as they had left their cars blocking the road a harsh discordant din from those in the rear had been audible for some time and added to the already violent confusion of the scene A man in a long duster had dismounted from the wreck and now stood in the middle of the road, looking from the car to the tire and from the tire to the observers in a pleas- ant, puzzled way ‘See!’ he explained ‘It went in the ditch.’ The fact was infinitely astonishing to him—and I rec- ognized first the unusual quality o man—it was the late patron of Gatsby’s library ‘How’d it happen?’ He shrugged his shoulders ‘I know nothing whatever about mechanics,’ he said de- cisively ‘But how did it happen? Did you run into the wall?’ ‘Don’t ask me,’ said Owl Eyes, washing his hands of the whole matter ‘I know very little about driving—next to nothing It happened, and that’s all I know.’ ‘Well, if you’re a poor driver you oughtn’t to try driving at night.’ ‘But I wasn’t even trying,’ he explained indignantly, ‘I wasn’t even trying.’ 60 The Great Gatsby An awed hush fell upon the bystanders ‘Do you want to commit suicide?’ ‘You’re lucky it was just a wheel! A bad driver and not even TRYing!’ ‘You don’t understand,’ explained the criminal ‘I wasn’t driving There’s another man in the car.’ The shock that followed this declaration found voice in a sustained ‘Ah-h-h!’ as the door of the coupé swung slowly open The crowd—it was now a crowd—stepped back in- voluntarily and when the door had opened wide there was a ghostly pause Then, very gradually, part by part, a pale dangling individual stepped out of the wreck, pawing tenta- tively at the ground with a large uncertain dancing shoe Blinded by the glare of the headlights and confused by the incessant groaning of the horns the apparition stood swaying for a moment before he perceived the man in the duster ‘Wha’s matter?’ he inquir outa gas?’ ‘Look!’ Half a dozen fingers pointed at the amputated wheel—he stared at it for a moment and then looked upward as though he suspected that it had dropped from the sky ‘It came off,’ some one explained He nodded ‘At first I din’ notice we’d stopped.’ A pause Then, taking a long breath and straightening his shoulders he remarked in a determined voice: ‘Wonder’ff tell me where there’s a gas’line station?’ Free eBooks at Planet eBook.com 61 At least a dozen men, some of them little better off than he was, explained to him that wheel and car were no longer joined by any physical bond ‘Back out,’ he suggested after a moment ‘Put her in re- verse.’ ‘But the WHEEL’S off!’ He hesitated ‘No harm in trying,’ he said The caterwauling horns had reached a crescendo and I turned away and cut across the lawn toward home I glanced back once A wafer of a moon was shining over Gatsby’s house, making the night fine as before and surviving the laughter and the sound of his still glowing garden A sud- den emptiness seemed to flow now from the windows and the great doors, endowing with complete isolation the fig- ure of the host who stood on the porch, his hand up in a formal gesture of farewell Reading over what I have written so far I see I have given the impression that the events of three nights several weeks apart were all that absorbe 1.1 TMĐT VÀ HOẠT ĐỘNG LOGISTICS TRONG TMĐT they were merely casual events in a crowded summer and, until much later, they absorbed me infinitely less than my personal af- fairs Most of the time I worked In the early morning the sun threw my shadow westward as I hurried down the white chasms of lower New York to the Probity Trust I knew the other clerks and young bond-salesmen by their first names and lunched with them in dark crowded restaurants on little pig sausages and mashed potatoes and coffee I even 62 The Great Gatsby had a short affair with a girl who lived in Jersey City and worked in the accounting department, but her brother be- gan throwing mean looks in my direction so when she went on her vacation in July I let it blow quietly away I took dinner usually at the Yale Club—for some reason it was the gloomiest event of my day—and then I went up- stairs to the library and studied investments and securities for a conscientious hour There were generally a few rioters around but they never came into the library so it was a good place to work After that, if the night was mellow I strolled down Madison Avenue past the old Murray Hill Hotel and over Thirty-third Street to the Pennsylvania Station I began to like New York, the racy, adventurous feel of it at night and the satisfaction that the constant flicker of men and women and machines gives to the restless eye I liked to walk up out romantic wom- en from the crowd and imagine that in a few minutes I was going to enter into their lives, and no one would ever know or disapprove Sometimes, in my mind, I followed them to their apartments on the corners of hidden streets, and they turned and smiled back at me before they faded through a door into warm darkness At the enchanted metropoli- tan twilight I felt a haunting loneliness sometimes, and felt it in others—poor young clerks who loitered in front of windows waiting until it was time for a solitary restaurant dinner—young clerks in the dusk, wasting the most poi- gnant moments of night and life Again at eight o’clock, when the dark lanes of the For- ties were five deep with throbbing taxi cabs, bound for the 1.1.1 TMĐT yêu cầu logistics TMĐT Hoạt động TMĐT (Electronic Commerce) việc tiến hành PHÂN ĐỊNH KHÁI NIỆM phần toàn quy trình hoạt động thương mại phương tiện điện tử có kết nối với mạng Internet, Commerce E - commerce mạng viễn thông di động mạng mở khác" Nghị định số 52/2013/NĐ-CP E - Business E - presence Các GD TMĐT 1.1 TMĐT VÀ HOẠT ĐỘNG LOGISTICS TRONG TMĐT 1.1.1 TMĐT yêu cầu logistics TMĐT Yêu cầu phát triển logistics TMĐT Tiết kiệm chi phí Đặc trưng TMĐT E logistics  Lòng tin KH  Vấn đề kỹ thuật  Đối thủ cạnh tranh  Vấn đề toán Thách thức TMĐT 8/30/2022 a big sensation.’ He smiled with jovial condescension and added ‘Some sensation!’ whereupon everybody laughed ‘The piece is known,’ he concluded lustily, ‘as ‘Vladimir Tostoff’s Jazz History of the World.’ ‘ The nature of Mr Tostoff’s composition eluded me, be- cause just as it began my eyes fell on Gatsby, standing alone on the marble steps and looking from one group to another with approving eyes His tanned skin was drawn attractive- ly tight on his face and his short hair looked as though it were trimmed every day I could see nothing sinister about him I wondered if the fact that he was not drinking helped to set him off from his guests, for it seemed to me that he grew more correct as the fraternal hilarity increased When the ‘Jazz History of the World’ was over girls were putting their heads on men’s shoulders in a puppyish, convivial way, girls were swooning backward playfully into men’s arms, even into groups knowing that some one would ar- rest their falls—but no one swooned backward on Gatsby and no French bob touched Gatsby’s shoulder and no sing- ing quartets were formed with Gatsby’s head for one link ‘I beg your pardon.’ Gatsby’s butler was suddenly standing beside us ‘Miss Baker?’ he inquired ‘I beg your pardon but Mr Gatsby would like to speak to you alone.’ ‘With me?’ she exclaimed in surprise ‘Yes, madame.’ She go eyebrows at me in aston- ishment, and followed the butler toward the house I noticed that she wore her evening dress, all her dresses, like sports 56 The Great Gatsby clothes—there was a jauntiness about her movements as if she had first learned to walk upon golf courses on clean, crisp mornings I was alone and it was almost two For some time confused and intriguing sounds had issued from a long many-win- dowed room which overhung the terrace Eluding Jordan’s undergraduate who was now engaged in an obstetrical con- versation with two chorus girls, and who implored me to join him, I went inside The large room was full of people One of the girls in yellow was playing the piano and beside her stood a tall, red haired young lady from a famous chorus, engaged in song She had drunk a quantity of champagne and during the course of her song she had decided ineptly that every- thing was very very sad—she was not only singing, she was weeping too Whenever there was a pause in the song she filled it with gasping broken sobs and then took up the lyr- ic again in a quavering soprano The tears coursed down her cheeks—not freely, however, for when they came into contact with her heavily beaded eyelashes they assumed an inky color, and pursued the rest of their way in slow black rivulets A humorous suggestion was made that she face whereupon she threw up her hands, sank into a chair and went off into a deep vinous sleep ‘She had a fight with a man who says he’s her husband,’ explained a girl at my elbow I looked around Most of the remaining women were now having fights with men said to be their husbands Even Jordan’s party, the quartet from East Egg, were rent asun- Free eBooks at Planet eBook.com 57 der by dissension One of the men was talking with curious intensity to a young actress, and his wife after attempt- ing to laugh at the situation in a dignified and indifferent way broke down entirely and resorted to flank attacks—at intervals she appeared suddenly at his side like an angry diamond, and hissed ‘You promised!’ into his ear The reluctance to go home was not confined to wayward men The hall was at present occupied by two deplorably so- ber men and their highly indignant wives The wives were sympathizing with each other in slightly raised voices ‘Whenever he sees I’m having a good time he wants to go home.’ ‘Never heard anything so selfish in my life.’ ‘We’re always the first ones to leave.’ ‘So are we.’ ‘Well, we’re almost the last tonight,’ said one of the men sheepishly ‘The orchestra left half an hour ago.’ In spite of the wives’ agreement that such malevolence was beyond credibility, the dispute ended in a short strug- gle, and both wives were lifted As I waited for my hat in the hall the door of the library opened and Jordan Baker and Gatsby came out together He was saying some last word to her but the eagerness in his manner tightened abruptly into formality as several people approached him to say goodbye Jordan’s party were calling impatiently to her from the porch but she lingered for a moment to shake hands ‘I’ve just heard the most amazing thing,’ she whispered ‘How long were we in there?’ 58 The Great Gatsby ‘Why,—about an hour.’ ‘It was—simply amazing,’ she repeated abstractedly ‘But I swore I wouldn’t tell it and here I am tantalizing you.’ She yawned gracefully in my face ‘Please come and see me Phone book Under the name of Mrs Sigourney How- ard My aunt ’ She was hurrying off as she talked—her brown hand waved a jaunty salute as she melted into her party at the door Rather ashamed that on my first appearance I had stayed so late, I joined the last of Gatsby’s guests who were clus- tered around him I wanted to explain that I’d hunted for him early in the evening and to apologize for not having known him in the garden ‘Don’t mention it,’ he enjoined me eagerly ‘Don’t give it another thought, old sport.’ The familiar expression held no more familiarity than the hand which reassuringly brushed my shoulder ‘And don’t forget we’re going up in the hydro- plan nine o’clock.’ Then the butler, behind his shoulder: ‘Philadelphia wants you on the phone, sir.’ ‘All right, in a minute Tell them I’ll be right there good night.’ ‘Good night.’ ‘Good night.’ He smiled—and suddenly there seemed to be a pleasant significance in having been among the last to go, as if he had desired it all the time ‘Good night, old sport Good night.’ But as I walked down the steps I saw that the evening was not quite over Fifty feet from the door a dozen headlights Free eBooks at Planet eBook.com 59 illuminated a bizarre and tumultuous scene In the ditch be- side the road, right side up but violently shorn of one wheel, rested a new coupé which had left Gatsby’s drive not two minutes before The sharp jut of a wall accounted for the de- tachment of the wheel which was now getting considerable attention from half a dozen curious chauffeurs However, as they had left their cars blocking the road a harsh discordant din from those in the rear had been audible for some time and added to the already violent confusion of the scene A man in a long duster had dismounted from the wreck and now stood in the middle of the road, looking from the car to the tire and from the tire to the observers in a pleas- ant, puzzled way ‘See!’ he explained ‘It went in the ditch.’ The fact was infinitely astonishing to him—and I rec- ognized first the unusual quality o man—it was the late patron of Gatsby’s library ‘How’d it happen?’ He shrugged his shoulders ‘I know nothing whatever about mechanics,’ he said de- cisively ‘But how did it happen? Did you run into the wall?’ ‘Don’t ask me,’ said Owl Eyes, washing his hands of the whole matter ‘I know very little about driving—next to nothing It happened, and that’s all I know.’ ‘Well, if you’re a poor driver you oughtn’t to try driving at night.’ ‘But I wasn’t even trying,’ he explained indignantly, ‘I wasn’t even trying.’ 60 The Great Gatsby An awed hush fell upon the bystanders ‘Do you want to commit suicide?’ ‘You’re lucky it was just a wheel! A bad driver and not even TRYing!’ ‘You don’t understand,’ explained the criminal ‘I wasn’t driving There’s another man in the car.’ The shock that followed this declaration found voice in a sustained ‘Ah-h-h!’ as the door of the coupé swung slowly open The crowd—it was now a crowd—stepped back in- voluntarily and when the door had opened wide there was a ghostly pause Then, very gradually, part by part, a pale dangling individual stepped out of the wreck, pawing tenta- tively at the ground with a large uncertain dancing shoe Blinded by the glare of the headlights and confused by the incessant groaning of the horns the apparition stood swaying for a moment before he perceived the man in the duster ‘Wha’s matter?’ he inquir outa gas?’ ‘Look!’ Half a dozen fingers pointed at the amputated wheel—he stared at it for a moment and then looked upward as though he suspected that it had dropped from the sky ‘It came off,’ some one explained He nodded ‘At first I din’ notice we’d stopped.’ A pause Then, taking a long breath and straightening his shoulders he remarked in a determined voice: ‘Wonder’ff tell me where there’s a gas’line station?’ Free eBooks at Planet eBook.com 61 At least a dozen men, some of them little better off than he was, explained to him that wheel and car were no longer joined by any physical bond ‘Back out,’ he suggested after a moment ‘Put her in re- verse.’ ‘But the WHEEL’S off!’ He hesitated ‘No harm in trying,’ he said The caterwauling horns had reached a crescendo and I turned away and cut across the lawn toward home I glanced back once A wafer of a moon was shining over Gatsby’s house, making the night fine as before and surviving the laughter and the sound of his still glowing garden A sud- den emptiness seemed to flow now from the windows and the great doors, endowing with complete isolation the fig- ure of the host who stood on the porch, his hand up in a formal gesture of farewell Reading over what I have written so far I see I have given the impression that the events of three nights several weeks apart were all that absorbe 1.1 TMĐT VÀ HOẠT ĐỘNG LOGISTICS TRONG TMĐT they were merely casual events in a crowded summer and, until much later, they absorbed me infinitely less than my personal af- fairs Most of the time I worked In the early morning the sun threw my shadow westward as I hurried down the white chasms of lower New York to the Probity Trust I knew the other clerks and young bond-salesmen by their first names and lunched with them in dark crowded restaurants on little pig sausages and mashed potatoes and coffee I even 62 The Great Gatsby had a short affair with a girl who lived in Jersey City and worked in the accounting department, but her brother be- gan throwing mean looks in my direction so when she went on her vacation in July I let it blow quietly away I took dinner usually at the Yale Club—for some reason it was the gloomiest event of my day—and then I went up- stairs to the library and studied investments and securities for a conscientious hour There were generally a few rioters around but they never came into the library so it was a good place to work After that, if the night was mellow I strolled down Madison Avenue past the old Murray Hill Hotel and over Thirty-third Street to the Pennsylvania Station I began to like New York, the racy, adventurous feel of it at night and the satisfaction that the constant flicker of men and women and machines gives to the restless eye I liked to walk up out romantic wom- en from the crowd and imagine that in a few minutes I was going to enter into their lives, and no one would ever know or disapprove Sometimes, in my mind, I followed them to their apartments on the corners of hidden streets, and they turned and smiled back at me before they faded through a door into warm darkness At the enchanted metropoli- tan twilight I felt a haunting loneliness sometimes, and felt it in others—poor young clerks who loitered in front of windows waiting until it was time for a solitary restaurant dinner—young clerks in the dusk, wasting the most poi- gnant moments of night and life Again at eight o’clock, when the dark lanes of the For- ties were five deep with throbbing taxi cabs, bound for the 1.1.2 Khái niệm, chất , đặc trưng E logistics KHÁI NIỆM E logistics đề cập đến việc phân phối hàng hóa theo mạng lưới trung gian, đầu mối, địa điểm ngõ xuất để đáp ứng yêu cầu giao dịch TMĐT Dòng hàng hóa bao gồm chuyển dịch vật chất của hàng hóa hữu hình (hoặc dịch vụ) chuyển dịch mạng hàng hóa (hoặc dịch vụ) phần mềm Các hoạt động hỗ trợ việc di chuyển hàng hóa từ nơi cung ứng đến nơi tiêu dùng giao dịch ĐT (Tại doanh nghiệp doanh nghiệp CCU ) BẢN CHẤT E commerce logistics Logistics electronization Traditional logistics Là tương tác tích hợp diễn giao diện : Logistics truyền thống Công nghệ thông tin - truyền thông (ICT) Các quy trình quản lý 1.1 TMĐT VÀ HOẠT ĐỘNG LOGISTICS TRONG TMĐT 1.1.2 Khái niệm, chất , đặc trưng E logistics Đặc trưng hoạt động e logistics Đặc trưng E logistics Hoạt động e logistics Logistics môi trường Internets 8/30/2022 a big sensation.’ He smiled with jovial condescension and added ‘Some sensation!’ whereupon everybody laughed ‘The piece is known,’ he concluded lustily, ‘as ‘Vladimir Tostoff’s Jazz History of the World.’ ‘ The nature of Mr Tostoff’s composition eluded me, be- cause just as it began my eyes fell on Gatsby, standing alone on the marble steps and looking from one group to another with approving eyes His tanned skin was drawn attractive- ly tight on his face and his short hair looked as though it were trimmed every day I could see nothing sinister about him I wondered if the fact that he was not drinking helped to set him off from his guests, for it seemed to me that he grew more correct as the fraternal hilarity increased When the ‘Jazz History of the World’ was over girls were putting their heads on men’s shoulders in a puppyish, convivial way, girls were swooning backward playfully into men’s arms, even into groups knowing that some one would ar- rest their falls—but no one swooned backward on Gatsby and no French bob touched Gatsby’s shoulder and no sing- ing quartets were formed with Gatsby’s head for one link ‘I beg your pardon.’ Gatsby’s butler was suddenly standing beside us ‘Miss Baker?’ he inquired ‘I beg your pardon but Mr Gatsby would like to speak to you alone.’ ‘With me?’ she exclaimed in surprise ‘Yes, madame.’ She go eyebrows at me in aston- ishment, and followed the butler toward the house I noticed that she wore her evening dress, all her dresses, like sports 56 The Great Gatsby clothes—there was a jauntiness about her movements as if she had first learned to walk upon golf courses on clean, crisp mornings I was alone and it was almost two For some time confused and intriguing sounds had issued from a long many-win- dowed room which overhung the terrace Eluding Jordan’s undergraduate who was now engaged in an obstetrical con- versation with two chorus girls, and who implored me to join him, I went inside The large room was full of people One of the girls in yellow was playing the piano and beside her stood a tall, red haired young lady from a famous chorus, engaged in song She had drunk a quantity of champagne and during the course of her song she had decided ineptly that every- thing was very very sad—she was not only singing, she was weeping too Whenever there was a pause in the song she filled it with gasping broken sobs and then took up the lyr- ic again in a quavering soprano The tears coursed down her cheeks—not freely, however, for when they came into contact with her heavily beaded eyelashes they assumed an inky color, and pursued the rest of their way in slow black rivulets A humorous suggestion was made that she face whereupon she threw up her hands, sank into a chair and went off into a deep vinous sleep ‘She had a fight with a man who says he’s her husband,’ explained a girl at my elbow I looked around Most of the remaining women were now having fights with men said to be their husbands Even Jordan’s party, the quartet from East Egg, were rent asun- Free eBooks at Planet eBook.com 57 der by dissension One of the men was talking with curious intensity to a young actress, and his wife after attempt- ing to laugh at the situation in a dignified and indifferent way broke down entirely and resorted to flank attacks—at intervals she appeared suddenly at his side like an angry diamond, and hissed ‘You promised!’ into his ear The reluctance to go home was not confined to wayward men The hall was at present occupied by two deplorably so- ber men and their highly indignant wives The wives were sympathizing with each other in slightly raised voices ‘Whenever he sees I’m having a good time he wants to go home.’ ‘Never heard anything so selfish in my life.’ ‘We’re always the first ones to leave.’ ‘So are we.’ ‘Well, we’re almost the last tonight,’ said one of the men sheepishly ‘The orchestra left half an hour ago.’ In spite of the wives’ agreement that such malevolence was beyond credibility, the dispute ended in a short strug- gle, and both wives were lifted As I waited for my hat in the hall the door of the library opened and Jordan Baker and Gatsby came out together He was saying some last word to her but the eagerness in his manner tightened abruptly into formality as several people approached him to say goodbye Jordan’s party were calling impatiently to her from the porch but she lingered for a moment to shake hands ‘I’ve just heard the most amazing thing,’ she whispered ‘How long were we in there?’ 58 The Great Gatsby ‘Why,—about an hour.’ ‘It was—simply amazing,’ she repeated abstractedly ‘But I swore I wouldn’t tell it and here I am tantalizing you.’ She yawned gracefully in my face ‘Please come and see me Phone book Under the name of Mrs Sigourney How- ard My aunt ’ She was hurrying off as she talked—her brown hand waved a jaunty salute as she melted into her party at the door Rather ashamed that on my first appearance I had stayed so late, I joined the last of Gatsby’s guests who were clus- tered around him I wanted to explain that I’d hunted for him early in the evening and to apologize for not having known him in the garden ‘Don’t mention it,’ he enjoined me eagerly ‘Don’t give it another thought, old sport.’ The familiar expression held no more familiarity than the hand which reassuringly brushed my shoulder ‘And don’t forget we’re going up in the hydro- plan nine o’clock.’ Then the butler, behind his shoulder: ‘Philadelphia wants you on the phone, sir.’ ‘All right, in a minute Tell them I’ll be right there good night.’ ‘Good night.’ ‘Good night.’ He smiled—and suddenly there seemed to be a pleasant significance in having been among the last to go, as if he had desired it all the time ‘Good night, old sport Good night.’ But as I walked down the steps I saw that the evening was not quite over Fifty feet from the door a dozen headlights Free eBooks at Planet eBook.com 59 illuminated a bizarre and tumultuous scene In the ditch be- side the road, right side up but violently shorn of one wheel, rested a new coupé which had left Gatsby’s drive not two minutes before The sharp jut of a wall accounted for the de- tachment of the wheel which was now getting considerable attention from half a dozen curious chauffeurs However, as they had left their cars blocking the road a harsh discordant din from those in the rear had been audible for some time and added to the already violent confusion of the scene A man in a long duster had dismounted from the wreck and now stood in the middle of the road, looking from the car to the tire and from the tire to the observers in a pleas- ant, puzzled way ‘See!’ he explained ‘It went in the ditch.’ The fact was infinitely astonishing to him—and I rec- ognized first the unusual quality o man—it was the late patron of Gatsby’s library ‘How’d it happen?’ He shrugged his shoulders ‘I know nothing whatever about mechanics,’ he said de- cisively ‘But how did it happen? Did you run into the wall?’ ‘Don’t ask me,’ said Owl Eyes, washing his hands of the whole matter ‘I know very little about driving—next to nothing It happened, and that’s all I know.’ ‘Well, if you’re a poor driver you oughtn’t to try driving at night.’ ‘But I wasn’t even trying,’ he explained indignantly, ‘I wasn’t even trying.’ 60 The Great Gatsby An awed hush fell upon the bystanders ‘Do you want to commit suicide?’ ‘You’re lucky it was just a wheel! A bad driver and not even TRYing!’ ‘You don’t understand,’ explained the criminal ‘I wasn’t driving There’s another man in the car.’ The shock that followed this declaration found voice in a sustained ‘Ah-h-h!’ as the door of the coupé swung slowly open The crowd—it was now a crowd—stepped back in- voluntarily and when the door had opened wide there was a ghostly pause Then, very gradually, part by part, a pale dangling individual stepped out of the wreck, pawing tenta- tively at the ground with a large uncertain dancing shoe Blinded by the glare of the headlights and confused by the incessant groaning of the horns the apparition stood swaying for a moment before he perceived the man in the duster ‘Wha’s matter?’ he inquir outa gas?’ ‘Look!’ Half a dozen fingers pointed at the amputated wheel—he stared at it for a moment and then looked upward as though he suspected that it had dropped from the sky ‘It came off,’ some one explained He nodded ‘At first I din’ notice we’d stopped.’ A pause Then, taking a long breath and straightening his shoulders he remarked in a determined voice: ‘Wonder’ff tell me where there’s a gas’line station?’ Free eBooks at Planet eBook.com 61 At least a dozen men, some of them little better off than he was, explained to him that wheel and car were no longer joined by any physical bond ‘Back out,’ he suggested after a moment ‘Put her in re- verse.’ ‘But the WHEEL’S off!’ He hesitated ‘No harm in trying,’ he said The caterwauling horns had reached a crescendo and I turned away and cut across the lawn toward home I glanced back once A wafer of a moon was shining over Gatsby’s house, making the night fine as before and surviving the laughter and the sound of his still glowing garden A sud- den emptiness seemed to flow now from the windows and the great doors, endowing with complete isolation the fig- ure of the host who stood on the porch, his hand up in a formal gesture of farewell Reading over what I have written so far I see I have given the impression that the events of three nights several weeks apart were all that absorbe 1.1 TMĐT VÀ HOẠT ĐỘNG LOGISTICS TRONG TMĐT they were merely casual events in a crowded summer and, until much later, they absorbed me infinitely less than my personal af- fairs Most of the time I worked In the early morning the sun threw my shadow westward as I hurried down the white chasms of lower New York to the Probity Trust I knew the other clerks and young bond-salesmen by their first names and lunched with them in dark crowded restaurants on little pig sausages and mashed potatoes and coffee I even 62 The Great Gatsby had a short affair with a girl who lived in Jersey City and worked in the accounting department, but her brother be- gan throwing mean looks in my direction so when she went on her vacation in July I let it blow quietly away I took dinner usually at the Yale Club—for some reason it was the gloomiest event of my day—and then I went up- stairs to the library and studied investments and securities for a conscientious hour There were generally a few rioters around but they never came into the library so it was a good place to work After that, if the night was mellow I strolled down Madison Avenue past the old Murray Hill Hotel and over Thirty-third Street to the Pennsylvania Station I began to like New York, the racy, adventurous feel of it at night and the satisfaction that the constant flicker of men and women and machines gives to the restless eye I liked to walk up out romantic wom- en from the crowd and imagine that in a few minutes I was going to enter into their lives, and no one would ever know or disapprove Sometimes, in my mind, I followed them to their apartments on the corners of hidden streets, and they turned and smiled back at me before they faded through a door into warm darkness At the enchanted metropoli- tan twilight I felt a haunting loneliness sometimes, and felt it in others—poor young clerks who loitered in front of windows waiting until it was time for a solitary restaurant dinner—young clerks in the dusk, wasting the most poi- gnant moments of night and life Again at eight o’clock, when the dark lanes of the For- ties were five deep with throbbing taxi cabs, bound for the 1.1.2 Khái niệm, chất , đặc trưng E logistics So sánh logistics T.T e logistics Logistics truyền thống Logistics thương mại điện tử Đơn đặt hàng / Nhu cầu Có thể đốn trước ổn định Theo mùa, rời rạc biến động Chu kỳ đặt hàng Hàng tuần Về & phút Khách hàng Doanh nghiệp kinh doanh - Người tiêu dùng cuối số nhiều Dịch vụ khách hàng Phản ứng, cứng nhắc Đáp ứng, linh hoạt Sự bổ sung Lên kế hoạch Thời gian thực Mơ hình phân phối Cung cấp theo định hướng Theo nhu cầu Loại lô hàng Số lượng lớn Các lô hàng nhỏ Các điểm đến Tập trung Phổ biến rộng rãi 1.1 TMĐT VÀ HOẠT ĐỘNG LOGISTICS TRONG TMĐT 1.1.3 Các vai trò tham dự e Logistics E commerce platform (EC) Trong giao dịch TMĐT Nhà cung ứng (S) E logistics Khách hàng (D) LPS Người bán hàng (S): Người sở hữu hàng hóa, có nhu cầu bán Nền tảng TMĐT: EC sở để thực giao dịch ĐT - ứng dụng phần mềm cho phép doanh nghiệp TMĐT qly bán hàng hoạt động K.D Khách hàng (D): Có nhu cầu mua hàng Là tổ chức NTDCC NCC dịch vụ logistics (LPS) Công ty logistics cung cấp dịch vụ logistics với chức logistics chuyên biệt cho TMĐT EC LPS có chức truyền thông cung cấp dịch vụ logistics EC, LPS, S kết hợp với theo nhiều cách  phương án tổ chức logistics linh hoạt đa dạng …liên tục phát triển với ứng dụng 4.0 8/30/2022 a big sensation.’ He smiled with jovial condescension and added ‘Some sensation!’ whereupon everybody laughed ‘The piece is known,’ he concluded lustily, ‘as ‘Vladimir Tostoff’s Jazz History of the World.’ ‘ The nature of Mr Tostoff’s composition eluded me, be- cause just as it began my eyes fell on Gatsby, standing alone on the marble steps and looking from one group to another with approving eyes His tanned skin was drawn attractive- ly tight on his face and his short hair looked as though it were trimmed every day I could see nothing sinister about him I wondered if the fact that he was not drinking helped to set him off from his guests, for it seemed to me that he grew more correct as the fraternal hilarity increased When the ‘Jazz History of the World’ was over girls were putting their heads on men’s shoulders in a puppyish, convivial way, girls were swooning backward playfully into men’s arms, even into groups knowing that some one would ar- rest their falls—but no one swooned backward on Gatsby and no French bob touched Gatsby’s shoulder and no sing- ing quartets were formed with Gatsby’s head for one link ‘I beg your pardon.’ Gatsby’s butler was suddenly standing beside us ‘Miss Baker?’ he inquired ‘I beg your pardon but Mr Gatsby would like to speak to you alone.’ ‘With me?’ she exclaimed in surprise ‘Yes, madame.’ She go eyebrows at me in aston- ishment, and followed the butler toward the house I noticed that she wore her evening dress, all her dresses, like sports 56 The Great Gatsby clothes—there was a jauntiness about her movements as if she had first learned to walk upon golf courses on clean, crisp mornings I was alone and it was almost two For some time confused and intriguing sounds had issued from a long many-win- dowed room which overhung the terrace Eluding Jordan’s undergraduate who was now engaged in an obstetrical con- versation with two chorus girls, and who implored me to join him, I went inside The large room was full of people One of the girls in yellow was playing the piano and beside her stood a tall, red haired young lady from a famous chorus, engaged in song She had drunk a quantity of champagne and during the course of her song she had decided ineptly that every- thing was very very sad—she was not only singing, she was weeping too Whenever there was a pause in the song she filled it with gasping broken sobs and then took up the lyr- ic again in a quavering soprano The tears coursed down her cheeks—not freely, however, for when they came into contact with her heavily beaded eyelashes they assumed an inky color, and pursued the rest of their way in slow black rivulets A humorous suggestion was made that she face whereupon she threw up her hands, sank into a chair and went off into a deep vinous sleep ‘She had a fight with a man who says he’s her husband,’ explained a girl at my elbow I looked around Most of the remaining women were now having fights with men said to be their husbands Even Jordan’s party, the quartet from East Egg, were rent asun- Free eBooks at Planet eBook.com 57 der by dissension One of the men was talking with curious intensity to a young actress, and his wife after attempt- ing to laugh at the situation in a dignified and indifferent way broke down entirely and resorted to flank attacks—at intervals she appeared suddenly at his side like an angry diamond, and hissed ‘You promised!’ into his ear The reluctance to go home was not confined to wayward men The hall was at present occupied by two deplorably so- ber men and their highly indignant wives The wives were sympathizing with each other in slightly raised voices ‘Whenever he sees I’m having a good time he wants to go home.’ ‘Never heard anything so selfish in my life.’ ‘We’re always the first ones to leave.’ ‘So are we.’ ‘Well, we’re almost the last tonight,’ said one of the men sheepishly ‘The orchestra left half an hour ago.’ In spite of the wives’ agreement that such malevolence was beyond credibility, the dispute ended in a short strug- gle, and both wives were lifted As I waited for my hat in the hall the door of the library opened and Jordan Baker and Gatsby came out together He was saying some last word to her but the eagerness in his manner tightened abruptly into formality as several people approached him to say goodbye Jordan’s party were calling impatiently to her from the porch but she lingered for a moment to shake hands ‘I’ve just heard the most amazing thing,’ she whispered ‘How long were we in there?’ 58 The Great Gatsby ‘Why,—about an hour.’ ‘It was—simply amazing,’ she repeated abstractedly ‘But I swore I wouldn’t tell it and here I am tantalizing you.’ She yawned gracefully in my face ‘Please come and see me Phone book Under the name of Mrs Sigourney How- ard My aunt ’ She was hurrying off as she talked—her brown hand waved a jaunty salute as she melted into her party at the door Rather ashamed that on my first appearance I had stayed so late, I joined the last of Gatsby’s guests who were clus- tered around him I wanted to explain that I’d hunted for him early in the evening and to apologize for not having known him in the garden ‘Don’t mention it,’ he enjoined me eagerly ‘Don’t give it another thought, old sport.’ The familiar expression held no more familiarity than the hand which reassuringly brushed my shoulder ‘And don’t forget we’re going up in the hydro- plan nine o’clock.’ Then the butler, behind his shoulder: ‘Philadelphia wants you on the phone, sir.’ ‘All right, in a minute Tell them I’ll be right there good night.’ ‘Good night.’ ‘Good night.’ He smiled—and suddenly there seemed to be a pleasant significance in having been among the last to go, as if he had desired it all the time ‘Good night, old sport Good night.’ But as I walked down the steps I saw that the evening was not quite over Fifty feet from the door a dozen headlights Free eBooks at Planet eBook.com 59 illuminated a bizarre and tumultuous scene In the ditch be- side the road, right side up but violently shorn of one wheel, rested a new coupé which had left Gatsby’s drive not two minutes before The sharp jut of a wall accounted for the de- tachment of the wheel which was now getting considerable attention from half a dozen curious chauffeurs However, as they had left their cars blocking the road a harsh discordant din from those in the rear had been audible for some time and added to the already violent confusion of the scene A man in a long duster had dismounted from the wreck and now stood in the middle of the road, looking from the car to the tire and from the tire to the observers in a pleas- ant, puzzled way ‘See!’ he explained ‘It went in the ditch.’ The fact was infinitely astonishing to him—and I rec- ognized first the unusual quality o man—it was the late patron of Gatsby’s library ‘How’d it happen?’ He shrugged his shoulders ‘I know nothing whatever about mechanics,’ he said de- cisively ‘But how did it happen? Did you run into the wall?’ ‘Don’t ask me,’ said Owl Eyes, washing his hands of the whole matter ‘I know very little about driving—next to nothing It happened, and that’s all I know.’ ‘Well, if you’re a poor driver you oughtn’t to try driving at night.’ ‘But I wasn’t even trying,’ he explained indignantly, ‘I wasn’t even trying.’ 60 The Great Gatsby An awed hush fell upon the bystanders ‘Do you want to commit suicide?’ ‘You’re lucky it was just a wheel! A bad driver and not even TRYing!’ ‘You don’t understand,’ explained the criminal ‘I wasn’t driving There’s another man in the car.’ The shock that followed this declaration found voice in a sustained ‘Ah-h-h!’ as the door of the coupé swung slowly open The crowd—it was now a crowd—stepped back in- voluntarily and when the door had opened wide there was a ghostly pause Then, very gradually, part by part, a pale dangling individual stepped out of the wreck, pawing tenta- tively at the ground with a large uncertain dancing shoe Blinded by the glare of the headlights and confused by the incessant groaning of the horns the apparition stood swaying for a moment before he perceived the man in the duster ‘Wha’s matter?’ he inquir outa gas?’ ‘Look!’ Half a dozen fingers pointed at the amputated wheel—he stared at it for a moment and then looked upward as though he suspected that it had dropped from the sky ‘It came off,’ some one explained He nodded ‘At first I din’ notice we’d stopped.’ A pause Then, taking a long breath and straightening his shoulders he remarked in a determined voice: ‘Wonder’ff tell me where there’s a gas’line station?’ Free eBooks at Planet eBook.com 61 At least a dozen men, some of them little better off than he was, explained to him that wheel and car were no longer joined by any physical bond ‘Back out,’ he suggested after a moment ‘Put her in re- verse.’ ‘But the WHEEL’S off!’ He hesitated ‘No harm in trying,’ he said The caterwauling horns had reached a crescendo and I turned away and cut across the lawn toward home I glanced back once A wafer of a moon was shining over Gatsby’s house, making the night fine as before and surviving the laughter and the sound of his still glowing garden A sud- den emptiness seemed to flow now from the windows and the great doors, endowing with complete isolation the fig- ure of the host who stood on the porch, his hand up in a formal gesture of farewell Reading over what I have written so far I see I have given the impression that the events of three nights several weeks apart were all that absorbe they were merely casual events in a crowded summer and, until much later, they absorbed me infinitely less than my personal af- fairs Most of the time I worked In the early morning the sun threw my shadow westward as I hurried down the white chasms of lower New York to the Probity Trust I knew the other clerks and young bond-salesmen by their first names and lunched with them in dark crowded restaurants on little pig sausages and mashed potatoes and coffee I even 62 The Great Gatsby had a short affair with a girl who lived in Jersey City and worked in the accounting department, but her brother be- gan throwing mean looks in my direction so when she went on her vacation in July I let it blow quietly away I took dinner usually at the Yale Club—for some reason it was the gloomiest event of my day—and then I went up- stairs to the library and studied investments and securities for a conscientious hour There were generally a few rioters around but they never came into the library so it was a good place to work After that, if the night was mellow I strolled down Madison Avenue past the old Murray Hill Hotel and over Thirty-third Street to the Pennsylvania Station I began to like New York, the racy, adventurous feel of it at night and the satisfaction that the constant flicker of men and women and machines gives to the restless eye I liked to walk up 1.2 CÁC QUÁ TRÌNH E LOGISTICS TẠI DN VÀ KÊNH PHÂN PHỐI out romantic wom- en from the crowd and imagine that in a few minutes I was going to enter into their lives, and no one would ever know or disapprove Sometimes, in my mind, I followed them to their apartments on the corners of hidden streets, and they turned and smiled back at me before they faded through a door into warm darkness At the enchanted metropoli- tan twilight I felt a haunting loneliness sometimes, and felt it in others—poor young clerks who loitered in front of windows waiting until it was time for a solitary restaurant dinner—young clerks in the dusk, wasting the most poi- gnant moments of night and life Again at eight o’clock, when the dark lanes of the For- ties were five deep with throbbing taxi cabs, bound for the 1.2.1 Quá trình E logistics doanh nghiệp E LOGISTICS Logistics đầu vào (e-procurement) Con người Công nghệ Mua sắm điện tử sử dụng tích hợp điện tử ICT Mua Bao gồm tất hoạt động mua sắm kể từ xác định nhu cầu ban đầu người dùng Logistics đầu (e-fulfillment logistics) Sử dụng ICT để quản lý quy trình thực đơn hàng dựa tích hợp người, quy trình cơng nghệ Bắt đầu từ điểm chấp nhận đơn hang  SP giao Qui trình E-procurement E-fulfillment SRM CRM Cơng ti Mua B2B B2B Bán B2C Nhà cung ứng Nhà cung ứng extran et Intran et Khách hàng Khách hàng Intern et Con người Cơng nghệ Qui trình Xữ lí ĐĐH; vận chuyển; dự trữ bảo quản; dịch vụ KH… Logistics ngược (e - reverse logistics) Logistics ngược vận hành sản phẩm ngược lại chuỗi cung ứng: tất thủ tục liên quan đến việc trả lại sản phẩm, sửa chữa, bảo trì 1.2 CÁC Q TRÌNH E LOGISTICS TẠI DN VÀ KÊNH PHÂN PHỐI 1.2.2 E logistics kênh phân phối Logistics B2B: lơ hàng có quy mơ lớn Số lượng NCC KH Logistics B2C: kích thước theo nhu cầu TDC, logistics đầu vào đơn giản đầu Logistics C2C: Kích thước theo nhu câu KH, logistics đầu vào phức tạp 8/30/2022 a big sensation.’ He smiled with jovial condescension and added ‘Some sensation!’ whereupon everybody laughed ‘The piece is known,’ he concluded lustily, ‘as ‘Vladimir Tostoff’s Jazz History of the World.’ ‘ The nature of Mr Tostoff’s composition eluded me, be- cause just as it began my eyes fell on Gatsby, standing alone on the marble steps and looking from one group to another with approving eyes His tanned skin was drawn attractive- ly tight on his face and his short hair looked as though it were trimmed every day I could see nothing sinister about him I wondered if the fact that he was not drinking helped to set him off from his guests, for it seemed to me that he grew more correct as the fraternal hilarity increased When the ‘Jazz History of the World’ was over girls were putting their heads on men’s shoulders in a puppyish, convivial way, girls were swooning backward playfully into men’s arms, even into groups knowing that some one would ar- rest their falls—but no one swooned backward on Gatsby and no French bob touched Gatsby’s shoulder and no sing- ing quartets were formed with Gatsby’s head for one link ‘I beg your pardon.’ Gatsby’s butler was suddenly standing beside us ‘Miss Baker?’ he inquired ‘I beg your pardon but Mr Gatsby would like to speak to you alone.’ ‘With me?’ she exclaimed in surprise ‘Yes, madame.’ She go eyebrows at me in aston- ishment, and followed the butler toward the house I noticed that she wore her evening dress, all her dresses, like sports 56 The Great Gatsby clothes—there was a jauntiness about her movements as if she had first learned to walk upon golf courses on clean, crisp mornings I was alone and it was almost two For some time confused and intriguing sounds had issued from a long many-win- dowed room which overhung the terrace Eluding Jordan’s undergraduate who was now engaged in an obstetrical con- versation with two chorus girls, and who implored me to join him, I went inside The large room was full of people One of the girls in yellow was playing the piano and beside her stood a tall, red haired young lady from a famous chorus, engaged in song She had drunk a quantity of champagne and during the course of her song she had decided ineptly that every- thing was very very sad—she was not only singing, she was weeping too Whenever there was a pause in the song she filled it with gasping broken sobs and then took up the lyr- ic again in a quavering soprano The tears coursed down her cheeks—not freely, however, for when they came into contact with her heavily beaded eyelashes they assumed an inky color, and pursued the rest of their way in slow black rivulets A humorous suggestion was made that she face whereupon she threw up her hands, sank into a chair and went off into a deep vinous sleep ‘She had a fight with a man who says he’s her husband,’ explained a girl at my elbow I looked around Most of the remaining women were now having fights with men said to be their husbands Even Jordan’s party, the quartet from East Egg, were rent asun- Free eBooks at Planet eBook.com 57 der by dissension One of the men was talking with curious intensity to a young actress, and his wife after attempt- ing to laugh at the situation in a dignified and indifferent way broke down entirely and resorted to flank attacks—at intervals she appeared suddenly at his side like an angry diamond, and hissed ‘You promised!’ into his ear The reluctance to go home was not confined to wayward men The hall was at present occupied by two deplorably so- ber men and their highly indignant wives The wives were sympathizing with each other in slightly raised voices ‘Whenever he sees I’m having a good time he wants to go home.’ ‘Never heard anything so selfish in my life.’ ‘We’re always the first ones to leave.’ ‘So are we.’ ‘Well, we’re almost the last tonight,’ said one of the men sheepishly ‘The orchestra left half an hour ago.’ In spite of the wives’ agreement that such malevolence was beyond credibility, the dispute ended in a short strug- gle, and both wives were lifted As I waited for my hat in the hall the door of the library opened and Jordan Baker and Gatsby came out together He was saying some last word to her but the eagerness in his manner tightened abruptly into formality as several people approached him to say goodbye Jordan’s party were calling impatiently to her from the porch but she lingered for a moment to shake hands ‘I’ve just heard the most amazing thing,’ she whispered ‘How long were we in there?’ 58 The Great Gatsby ‘Why,—about an hour.’ ‘It was—simply amazing,’ she repeated abstractedly ‘But I swore I wouldn’t tell it and here I am tantalizing you.’ She yawned gracefully in my face ‘Please come and see me Phone book Under the name of Mrs Sigourney How- ard My aunt ’ She was hurrying off as she talked—her brown hand waved a jaunty salute as she melted into her party at the door Rather ashamed that on my first appearance I had stayed so late, I joined the last of Gatsby’s guests who were clus- tered around him I wanted to explain that I’d hunted for him early in the evening and to apologize for not having known him in the garden ‘Don’t mention it,’ he enjoined me eagerly ‘Don’t give it another thought, old sport.’ The familiar expression held no more familiarity than the hand which reassuringly brushed my shoulder ‘And don’t forget we’re going up in the hydro- plan nine o’clock.’ Then the butler, behind his shoulder: ‘Philadelphia wants you on the phone, sir.’ ‘All right, in a minute Tell them I’ll be right there good night.’ ‘Good night.’ ‘Good night.’ He smiled—and suddenly there seemed to be a pleasant significance in having been among the last to go, as if he had desired it all the time ‘Good night, old sport Good night.’ But as I walked down the steps I saw that the evening was not quite over Fifty feet from the door a dozen headlights Free eBooks at Planet eBook.com 59 illuminated a bizarre and tumultuous scene In the ditch be- side the road, right side up but violently shorn of one wheel, rested a new coupé which had left Gatsby’s drive not two minutes before The sharp jut of a wall accounted for the de- tachment of the wheel which was now getting considerable attention from half a dozen curious chauffeurs However, as they had left their cars blocking the road a harsh discordant din from those in the rear had been audible for some time and added to the already violent confusion of the scene A man in a long duster had dismounted from the wreck and now stood in the middle of the road, looking from the car to the tire and from the tire to the observers in a pleas- ant, puzzled way ‘See!’ he explained ‘It went in the ditch.’ The fact was infinitely astonishing to him—and I rec- ognized first the unusual quality o man—it was the late patron of Gatsby’s library ‘How’d it happen?’ He shrugged his shoulders ‘I know nothing whatever about mechanics,’ he said de- cisively ‘But how did it happen? Did you run into the wall?’ ‘Don’t ask me,’ said Owl Eyes, washing his hands of the whole matter ‘I know very little about driving—next to nothing It happened, and that’s all I know.’ ‘Well, if you’re a poor driver you oughtn’t to try driving at night.’ ‘But I wasn’t even trying,’ he explained indignantly, ‘I wasn’t even trying.’ 60 The Great Gatsby An awed hush fell upon the bystanders ‘Do you want to commit suicide?’ ‘You’re lucky it was just a wheel! A bad driver and not even TRYing!’ ‘You don’t understand,’ explained the criminal ‘I wasn’t driving There’s another man in the car.’ The shock that followed this declaration found voice in a sustained ‘Ah-h-h!’ as the door of the coupé swung slowly open The crowd—it was now a crowd—stepped back in- voluntarily and when the door had opened wide there was a ghostly pause Then, very gradually, part by part, a pale dangling individual stepped out of the wreck, pawing tenta- tively at the ground with a large uncertain dancing shoe Blinded by the glare of the headlights and confused by the incessant groaning of the horns the apparition stood swaying for a moment before he perceived the man in the duster ‘Wha’s matter?’ he inquir outa gas?’ ‘Look!’ Half a dozen fingers pointed at the amputated wheel—he stared at it for a moment and then looked upward as though he suspected that it had dropped from the sky ‘It came off,’ some one explained He nodded ‘At first I din’ notice we’d stopped.’ A pause Then, taking a long breath and straightening his shoulders he remarked in a determined voice: ‘Wonder’ff tell me where there’s a gas’line station?’ Free eBooks at Planet eBook.com 61 At least a dozen men, some of them little better off than he was, explained to him that wheel and car were no longer joined by any physical bond ‘Back out,’ he suggested after a moment ‘Put her in re- verse.’ ‘But the WHEEL’S off!’ He hesitated ‘No harm in trying,’ he said The caterwauling horns had reached a crescendo and I turned away and cut across the lawn toward home I glanced back once A wafer of a moon was shining over Gatsby’s house, making the night fine as before and surviving the laughter and the sound of his still glowing garden A sud- den emptiness seemed to flow now from the windows and the great doors, endowing with complete isolation the fig- ure of the host who stood on the porch, his hand up in a formal gesture of farewell Reading over what I have written so far I see I have given the impression that the events of three nights several weeks apart were all that absorbe they were merely casual events in a crowded summer and, until much later, they absorbed me infinitely less than my personal af- fairs Most of the time I worked In the early morning the sun threw my shadow westward as I hurried down the white chasms of lower New York to the Probity Trust I knew the other clerks and young bond-salesmen by their first names and lunched with them in dark crowded restaurants on little pig sausages and mashed potatoes and coffee I even 62 The Great Gatsby had a short affair with a girl who lived in Jersey City and worked in the accounting department, but her brother be- gan throwing mean looks in my direction so when she went on her vacation in July I let it blow quietly away I took dinner usually at the Yale Club—for some reason it was the gloomiest event of my day—and then I went up- stairs to the library and studied investments and securities for a conscientious hour There were generally a few rioters around but they never came into the library so it was a good place to work After that, if the night was mellow I strolled down Madison Avenue past the old Murray Hill Hotel and over Thirty-third Street to the Pennsylvania Station I began to like New York, the racy, adventurous feel of it at night and the satisfaction that the constant flicker of men and women and machines gives to the restless eye I liked to walk up 1.3 NHỮNG THAY ĐỔI VÀ CẤU TRÚC KẾT HỢP TRONG E LOGISTICS out romantic wom- en from the crowd and imagine that in a few minutes I was going to enter into their lives, and no one would ever know or disapprove Sometimes, in my mind, I followed them to their apartments on the corners of hidden streets, and they turned and smiled back at me before they faded through a door into warm darkness At the enchanted metropoli- tan twilight I felt a haunting loneliness sometimes, and felt it in others—poor young clerks who loitered in front of windows waiting until it was time for a solitary restaurant dinner—young clerks in the dusk, wasting the most poi- gnant moments of night and life Again at eight o’clock, when the dark lanes of the For- ties were five deep with throbbing taxi cabs, bound for the 1.3.1 Thay đổi e logistics 1.3 NHỮNG THAY ĐỔI VÀ CẤU TRÚC KẾT HỢP TRONG E LOGISTICS 1.3.2 Cấu trúc kết hợp e logistics (1) Mơ hình e logistics B2B2C B2B2C tận dụng tối đa điểm mạnh từ hai mơ hình phổ biến B2B B2C.Doanh nghiệp sở hữu sản phẩm (Chữ B đầu tiên) thường nhà sản xuất Doanh nghiệp phân phối SP cung cấp tảng giao tiếp (Chữ B thứ hai) Khách hàng (C) - NTD tạo đột phá cho doanh nghiệp sản xuất cung cấp hàng hóa Ví dụ : B2B2C sàn TMĐT trung gian Tiki, Sendo, Lazada, Shopee, (2) omni channel Người dùng trọng tâm có kết nối kênh với người, kênh với kênh, đồng – liền mạnh – thống (2) Logistics BL xuyên biên giới (CBE) Hoạt động bán lẻ online quốc tế,ngày chiếm tỷ lớn với CN K.T logistics hỗ trợ đại 8/30/2022 a big sensation.’ He smiled with jovial condescension and added ‘Some sensation!’ whereupon everybody laughed ‘The piece is known,’ he concluded lustily, ‘as ‘Vladimir Tostoff’s Jazz History of the World.’ ‘ The nature of Mr Tostoff’s composition eluded me, be- cause just as it began my eyes fell on Gatsby, standing alone on the marble steps and looking from one group to another with approving eyes His tanned skin was drawn attractive- ly tight on his face and his short hair looked as though it were trimmed every day I could see nothing sinister about him I wondered if the fact that he was not drinking helped to set him off from his guests, for it seemed to me that he grew more correct as the fraternal hilarity increased When the ‘Jazz History of the World’ was over girls were putting their heads on men’s shoulders in a puppyish, convivial way, girls were swooning backward playfully into men’s arms, even into groups knowing that some one would ar- rest their falls—but no one swooned backward on Gatsby and no French bob touched Gatsby’s shoulder and no sing- ing quartets were formed with Gatsby’s head for one link ‘I beg your pardon.’ Gatsby’s butler was suddenly standing beside us ‘Miss Baker?’ he inquired ‘I beg your pardon but Mr Gatsby would like to speak to you alone.’ ‘With me?’ she exclaimed in surprise ‘Yes, madame.’ She go eyebrows at me in aston- ishment, and followed the butler toward the house I noticed that she wore her evening dress, all her dresses, like sports 56 The Great Gatsby clothes—there was a jauntiness about her movements as if she had first learned to walk upon golf courses on clean, crisp mornings I was alone and it was almost two For some time confused and intriguing sounds had issued from a long many-win- dowed room which overhung the terrace Eluding Jordan’s undergraduate who was now engaged in an obstetrical con- versation with two chorus girls, and who implored me to join him, I went inside The large room was full of people One of the girls in yellow was playing the piano and beside her stood a tall, red haired young lady from a famous chorus, engaged in song She had drunk a quantity of champagne and during the course of her song she had decided ineptly that every- thing was very very sad—she was not only singing, she was weeping too Whenever there was a pause in the song she filled it with gasping broken sobs and then took up the lyr- ic again in a quavering soprano The tears coursed down her cheeks—not freely, however, for when they came into contact with her heavily beaded eyelashes they assumed an inky color, and pursued the rest of their way in slow black rivulets A humorous suggestion was made that she face whereupon she threw up her hands, sank into a chair and went off into a deep vinous sleep ‘She had a fight with a man who says he’s her husband,’ explained a girl at my elbow I looked around Most of the remaining women were now having fights with men said to be their husbands Even Jordan’s party, the quartet from East Egg, were rent asun- Free eBooks at Planet eBook.com 57 der by dissension One of the men was talking with curious intensity to a young actress, and his wife after attempt- ing to laugh at the situation in a dignified and indifferent way broke down entirely and resorted to flank attacks—at intervals she appeared suddenly at his side like an angry diamond, and hissed ‘You promised!’ into his ear The reluctance to go home was not confined to wayward men The hall was at present occupied by two deplorably so- ber men and their highly indignant wives The wives were sympathizing with each other in slightly raised voices ‘Whenever he sees I’m having a good time he wants to go home.’ ‘Never heard anything so selfish in my life.’ ‘We’re always the first ones to leave.’ ‘So are we.’ ‘Well, we’re almost the last tonight,’ said one of the men sheepishly ‘The orchestra left half an hour ago.’ In spite of the wives’ agreement that such malevolence was beyond credibility, the dispute ended in a short strug- gle, and both wives were lifted As I waited for my hat in the hall the door of the library opened and Jordan Baker and Gatsby came out together He was saying some last word to her but the eagerness in his manner tightened abruptly into formality as several people approached him to say goodbye Jordan’s party were calling impatiently to her from the porch but she lingered for a moment to shake hands ‘I’ve just heard the most amazing thing,’ she whispered ‘How long were we in there?’ 58 The Great Gatsby ‘Why,—about an hour.’ ‘It was—simply amazing,’ she repeated abstractedly ‘But I swore I wouldn’t tell it and here I am tantalizing you.’ She yawned gracefully in my face ‘Please come and see me Phone book Under the name of Mrs Sigourney How- ard My aunt ’ She was hurrying off as she talked—her brown hand waved a jaunty salute as she melted into her party at the door Rather ashamed that on my first appearance I had stayed so late, I joined the last of Gatsby’s guests who were clus- tered around him I wanted to explain that I’d hunted for him early in the evening and to apologize for not having known him in the garden ‘Don’t mention it,’ he enjoined me eagerly ‘Don’t give it another thought, old sport.’ The familiar expression held no more familiarity than the hand which reassuringly brushed my shoulder ‘And don’t forget we’re going up in the hydro- plan nine o’clock.’ Then the butler, behind his shoulder: ‘Philadelphia wants you on the phone, sir.’ ‘All right, in a minute Tell them I’ll be right there good night.’ ‘Good night.’ ‘Good night.’ He smiled—and suddenly there seemed to be a pleasant significance in having been among the last to go, as if he had desired it all the time ‘Good night, old sport Good night.’ But as I walked down the steps I saw that the evening was not quite over Fifty feet from the door a dozen headlights Free eBooks at Planet eBook.com 59 illuminated a bizarre and tumultuous scene In the ditch be- side the road, right side up but violently shorn of one wheel, rested a new coupé which had left Gatsby’s drive not two minutes before The sharp jut of a wall accounted for the de- tachment of the wheel which was now getting considerable attention from half a dozen curious chauffeurs However, as they had left their cars blocking the road a harsh discordant din from those in the rear had been audible for some time and added to the already violent confusion of the scene A man in a long duster had dismounted from the wreck and now stood in the middle of the road, looking from the car to the tire and from the tire to the observers in a pleas- ant, puzzled way ‘See!’ he explained ‘It went in the ditch.’ The fact was infinitely astonishing to him—and I rec- ognized first the unusual quality o man—it was the late patron of Gatsby’s library ‘How’d it happen?’ He shrugged his shoulders ‘I know nothing whatever about mechanics,’ he said de- cisively ‘But how did it happen? Did you run into the wall?’ ‘Don’t ask me,’ said Owl Eyes, washing his hands of the whole matter ‘I know very little about driving—next to nothing It happened, and that’s all I know.’ ‘Well, if you’re a poor driver you oughtn’t to try driving at night.’ ‘But I wasn’t even trying,’ he explained indignantly, ‘I wasn’t even trying.’ 60 The Great Gatsby An awed hush fell upon the bystanders ‘Do you want to commit suicide?’ ‘You’re lucky it was just a wheel! A bad driver and not even TRYing!’ ‘You don’t understand,’ explained the criminal ‘I wasn’t driving There’s another man in the car.’ The shock that followed this declaration found voice in a sustained ‘Ah-h-h!’ as the door of the coupé swung slowly open The crowd—it was now a crowd—stepped back in- voluntarily and when the door had opened wide there was a ghostly pause Then, very gradually, part by part, a pale dangling individual stepped out of the wreck, pawing tenta- tively at the ground with a large uncertain dancing shoe Blinded by the glare of the headlights and confused by the incessant groaning of the horns the apparition stood swaying for a moment before he perceived the man in the duster ‘Wha’s matter?’ he inquir outa gas?’ ‘Look!’ Half a dozen fingers pointed at the amputated wheel—he stared at it for a moment and then looked upward as though he suspected that it had dropped from the sky ‘It came off,’ some one explained He nodded ‘At first I din’ notice we’d stopped.’ A pause Then, taking a long breath and straightening his shoulders he remarked in a determined voice: ‘Wonder’ff tell me where there’s a gas’line station?’ Free eBooks at Planet eBook.com 61 At least a dozen men, some of them little better off than he was, explained to him that wheel and car were no longer joined by any physical bond ‘Back out,’ he suggested after a moment ‘Put her in re- verse.’ ‘But the WHEEL’S off!’ He hesitated ‘No harm in trying,’ he said The caterwauling horns had reached a crescendo and I turned away and cut across the lawn toward home I glanced back once A wafer of a moon was shining over Gatsby’s house, making the night fine as before and surviving the laughter and the sound of his still glowing garden A sud- den emptiness seemed to flow now from the windows and the great doors, endowing with complete isolation the fig- ure of the host who stood on the porch, his hand up in a formal gesture of farewell Reading over what I have written so far I see I have given the impression that the events of three nights several weeks apart were all that absorbe they were merely casual events in a crowded summer and, until much later, they absorbed me infinitely less than my personal af- fairs Most of the time I worked In the early morning the sun threw my shadow westward as I hurried down the white chasms of lower New York to the Probity Trust I knew the other clerks and young bond-salesmen by their first names and lunched with them in dark crowded restaurants on little pig sausages and mashed potatoes and coffee I even 62 The Great Gatsby had a short affair with a girl who lived in Jersey City and worked in the accounting department, but her brother be- gan throwing mean looks in my direction so when she went on her vacation in July I let it blow quietly away I took dinner usually at the Yale Club—for some reason it was the gloomiest event of my day—and then I went up- stairs to the library and studied investments and securities for a conscientious hour There were generally a few rioters around but they never came into the library so it was a good place to work After that, if the night was mellow I strolled down Madison Avenue past the old Murray Hill Hotel and over Thirty-third Street to the Pennsylvania Station I began to like New York, the racy, adventurous feel of it at night and the satisfaction that the constant flicker of men and women and machines gives to the restless eye I liked to walk up 1.4 TỔ CHỨC VÀ XU HƯỚNG ỨNG DỤNG e logistics out romantic wom- en from the crowd and imagine that in a few minutes I was going to enter into their lives, and no one would ever know or disapprove Sometimes, in my mind, I followed them to their apartments on the corners of hidden streets, and they turned and smiled back at me before they faded through a door into warm darkness At the enchanted metropoli- tan twilight I felt a haunting loneliness sometimes, and felt it in others—poor young clerks who loitered in front of windows waiting until it was time for a solitary restaurant dinner—young clerks in the dusk, wasting the most poi- gnant moments of night and life Again at eight o’clock, when the dark lanes of the For- ties were five deep with throbbing taxi cabs, bound for the 1.4.1 Tổ chức e logistics Merchant Bộ phận e-logistics nội sàn TMĐT, nhà bán lẻ lớn – tốc độ Nguồn lực tổ chức Sử dụng nhà cung cấp dịch vụ elogistics LPS Hoặc kết hợp hai Theo Ken Research, thị trường E-Logistics chi phối 3PL Các sàn TMĐT có xu hướng th ngồi dịch vụ giao hàng thơng qua 3PL chun nghiệp 1.4 TỔ CHỨC VÀ XU HƯỚNG ỨNG DỤNG e logistics 1.4.1 Tổ chức e logistics Merchant (1) Nội bộ/ tự thực Khi logistics quan trọng với thành công doanh nghiệp DN mua SP, trì chất lượng cung cấp cho NTD thơng qua sở logistics Phù hợp với Nhà bán lẻ đa kênh người tự vận hành Các chiến lược tổ chức e logistics (3) Vận chuyển thẳng/ droppship Thiếu nguồn lực để phát triển lực logistics, logistics khơng phải yếu tố định thành cơng, thuê hoàn toàn chức logistics cho LSP có lực lựa chọn tốt Người bán chịu trách nhiệm giao dịch trực tuyến Nhà cung cấp chịu trách nhiệm thực đơn hàng chịu CP liên quan đến logistics (2) Thuê Khi giá trị logistics với CLKD thấp loại bỏ chức logistics, tập trung vào kinh doanh cốt lõi Người bán giao quyền kiểm sốt phần/tồn quy trình logistics cho LSP Giúp giảm CP, tăng tính linh hoạt Phù hợp với người bán điện tử túy (4) Tích hợp: Kết hợp chiến lược phần khác quy trình logistics  chiến lược tổng hợp Người bán xử lý nghĩa vụ logistics dựa vào sẵn sàng hình thành quan hệ đối tác với bên thứ ba khả giám sát mối quan hệ đối tác 8/30/2022 a big sensation.’ He smiled with jovial condescension and added ‘Some sensation!’ whereupon everybody laughed ‘The piece is known,’ he concluded lustily, ‘as ‘Vladimir Tostoff’s Jazz History of the World.’ ‘ The nature of Mr Tostoff’s composition eluded me, be- cause just as it began my eyes fell on Gatsby, standing alone on the marble steps and looking from one group to another with approving eyes His tanned skin was drawn attractive- ly tight on his face and his short hair looked as though it were trimmed every day I could see nothing sinister about him I wondered if the fact that he was not drinking helped to set him off from his guests, for it seemed to me that he grew more correct as the fraternal hilarity increased When the ‘Jazz History of the World’ was over girls were putting their heads on men’s shoulders in a puppyish, convivial way, girls were swooning backward playfully into men’s arms, even into groups knowing that some one would ar- rest their falls—but no one swooned backward on Gatsby and no French bob touched Gatsby’s shoulder and no sing- ing quartets were formed with Gatsby’s head for one link ‘I beg your pardon.’ Gatsby’s butler was suddenly standing beside us ‘Miss Baker?’ he inquired ‘I beg your pardon but Mr Gatsby would like to speak to you alone.’ ‘With me?’ she exclaimed in surprise ‘Yes, madame.’ She go eyebrows at me in aston- ishment, and followed the butler toward the house I noticed that she wore her evening dress, all her dresses, like sports 56 The Great Gatsby clothes—there was a jauntiness about her movements as if she had first learned to walk upon golf courses on clean, crisp mornings I was alone and it was almost two For some time confused and intriguing sounds had issued from a long many-win- dowed room which overhung the terrace Eluding Jordan’s undergraduate who was now engaged in an obstetrical con- versation with two chorus girls, and who implored me to join him, I went inside The large room was full of people One of the girls in yellow was playing the piano and beside her stood a tall, red haired young lady from a famous chorus, engaged in song She had drunk a quantity of champagne and during the course of her song she had decided ineptly that every- thing was very very sad—she was not only singing, she was weeping too Whenever there was a pause in the song she filled it with gasping broken sobs and then took up the lyr- ic again in a quavering soprano The tears coursed down her cheeks—not freely, however, for when they came into contact with her heavily beaded eyelashes they assumed an inky color, and pursued the rest of their way in slow black rivulets A humorous suggestion was made that she face whereupon she threw up her hands, sank into a chair and went off into a deep vinous sleep ‘She had a fight with a man who says he’s her husband,’ explained a girl at my elbow I looked around Most of the remaining women were now having fights with men said to be their husbands Even Jordan’s party, the quartet from East Egg, were rent asun- Free eBooks at Planet eBook.com 57 der by dissension One of the men was talking with curious intensity to a young actress, and his wife after attempt- ing to laugh at the situation in a dignified and indifferent way broke down entirely and resorted to flank attacks—at intervals she appeared suddenly at his side like an angry diamond, and hissed ‘You promised!’ into his ear The reluctance to go home was not confined to wayward men The hall was at present occupied by two deplorably so- ber men and their highly indignant wives The wives were sympathizing with each other in slightly raised voices ‘Whenever he sees I’m having a good time he wants to go home.’ ‘Never heard anything so selfish in my life.’ ‘We’re always the first ones to leave.’ ‘So are we.’ ‘Well, we’re almost the last tonight,’ said one of the men sheepishly ‘The orchestra left half an hour ago.’ In spite of the wives’ agreement that such malevolence was beyond credibility, the dispute ended in a short strug- gle, and both wives were lifted As I waited for my hat in the hall the door of the library opened and Jordan Baker and Gatsby came out together He was saying some last word to her but the eagerness in his manner tightened abruptly into formality as several people approached him to say goodbye Jordan’s party were calling impatiently to her from the porch but she lingered for a moment to shake hands ‘I’ve just heard the most amazing thing,’ she whispered ‘How long were we in there?’ 58 The Great Gatsby ‘Why,—about an hour.’ ‘It was—simply amazing,’ she repeated abstractedly ‘But I swore I wouldn’t tell it and here I am tantalizing you.’ She yawned gracefully in my face ‘Please come and see me Phone book Under the name of Mrs Sigourney How- ard My aunt ’ She was hurrying off as she talked—her brown hand waved a jaunty salute as she melted into her party at the door Rather ashamed that on my first appearance I had stayed so late, I joined the last of Gatsby’s guests who were clus- tered around him I wanted to explain that I’d hunted for him early in the evening and to apologize for not having known him in the garden ‘Don’t mention it,’ he enjoined me eagerly ‘Don’t give it another thought, old sport.’ The familiar expression held no more familiarity than the hand which reassuringly brushed my shoulder ‘And don’t forget we’re going up in the hydro- plan nine o’clock.’ Then the butler, behind his shoulder: ‘Philadelphia wants you on the phone, sir.’ ‘All right, in a minute Tell them I’ll be right there good night.’ ‘Good night.’ ‘Good night.’ He smiled—and suddenly there seemed to be a pleasant significance in having been among the last to go, as if he had desired it all the time ‘Good night, old sport Good night.’ But as I walked down the steps I saw that the evening was not quite over Fifty feet from the door a dozen headlights Free eBooks at Planet eBook.com 59 illuminated a bizarre and tumultuous scene In the ditch be- side the road, right side up but violently shorn of one wheel, rested a new coupé which had left Gatsby’s drive not two minutes before The sharp jut of a wall accounted for the de- tachment of the wheel which was now getting considerable attention from half a dozen curious chauffeurs However, as they had left their cars blocking the road a harsh discordant din from those in the rear had been audible for some time and added to the already violent confusion of the scene A man in a long duster had dismounted from the wreck and now stood in the middle of the road, looking from the car to the tire and from the tire to the observers in a pleas- ant, puzzled way ‘See!’ he explained ‘It went in the ditch.’ The fact was infinitely astonishing to him—and I rec- ognized first the unusual quality o man—it was the late patron of Gatsby’s library ‘How’d it happen?’ He shrugged his shoulders ‘I know nothing whatever about mechanics,’ he said de- cisively ‘But how did it happen? Did you run into the wall?’ ‘Don’t ask me,’ said Owl Eyes, washing his hands of the whole matter ‘I know very little about driving—next to nothing It happened, and that’s all I know.’ ‘Well, if you’re a poor driver you oughtn’t to try driving at night.’ ‘But I wasn’t even trying,’ he explained indignantly, ‘I wasn’t even trying.’ 60 The Great Gatsby An awed hush fell upon the bystanders ‘Do you want to commit suicide?’ ‘You’re lucky it was just a wheel! A bad driver and not even TRYing!’ ‘You don’t understand,’ explained the criminal ‘I wasn’t driving There’s another man in the car.’ The shock that followed this declaration found voice in a sustained ‘Ah-h-h!’ as the door of the coupé swung slowly open The crowd—it was now a crowd—stepped back in- voluntarily and when the door had opened wide there was a ghostly pause Then, very gradually, part by part, a pale dangling individual stepped out of the wreck, pawing tenta- tively at the ground with a large uncertain dancing shoe Blinded by the glare of the headlights and confused by the incessant groaning of the horns the apparition stood swaying for a moment before he perceived the man in the duster ‘Wha’s matter?’ he inquir outa gas?’ ‘Look!’ Half a dozen fingers pointed at the amputated wheel—he stared at it for a moment and then looked upward as though he suspected that it had dropped from the sky ‘It came off,’ some one explained He nodded ‘At first I din’ notice we’d stopped.’ A pause Then, taking a long breath and straightening his shoulders he remarked in a determined voice: ‘Wonder’ff tell me where there’s a gas’line station?’ Free eBooks at Planet eBook.com 61 At least a dozen men, some of them little better off than he was, explained to him that wheel and car were no longer joined by any physical bond ‘Back out,’ he suggested after a moment ‘Put her in re- verse.’ ‘But the WHEEL’S off!’ He hesitated ‘No harm in trying,’ he said The caterwauling horns had reached a crescendo and I turned away and cut across the lawn toward home I glanced back once A wafer of a moon was shining over Gatsby’s house, making the night fine as before and surviving the laughter and the sound of his still glowing garden A sud- den emptiness seemed to flow now from the windows and the great doors, endowing with complete isolation the fig- ure of the host who stood on the porch, his hand up in a formal gesture of farewell Reading over what I have written so far I see I have given the impression that the events of three nights several weeks apart were all that absorbe they were merely casual events in a crowded summer and, until much later, they absorbed me infinitely less than my personal af- fairs Most of the time I worked In the early morning the sun threw my shadow westward as I hurried down the white chasms of lower New York to the Probity Trust I knew the other clerks and young bond-salesmen by their first names and lunched with them in dark crowded restaurants on little pig sausages and mashed potatoes and coffee I even 62 The Great Gatsby had a short affair with a girl who lived in Jersey City and worked in the accounting department, but her brother be- gan throwing mean looks in my direction so when she went on her vacation in July I let it blow quietly away I took dinner usually at the Yale Club—for some reason it was the gloomiest event of my day—and then I went up- stairs to the library and studied investments and securities for a conscientious hour There were generally a few rioters around but they never came into the library so it was a good place to work After that, if the night was mellow I strolled down Madison Avenue past the old Murray Hill Hotel and over Thirty-third Street to the Pennsylvania Station I began to like New York, the racy, adventurous feel of it at night and the satisfaction that the constant flicker of men and women and machines gives to the restless eye I liked to walk up 1.4 TỔ CHỨC VÀ XU HƯỚNG ỨNG DỤNG e logistics out romantic wom- en from the crowd and imagine that in a few minutes I was going to enter into their lives, and no one would ever know or disapprove Sometimes, in my mind, I followed them to their apartments on the corners of hidden streets, and they turned and smiled back at me before they faded through a door into warm darkness At the enchanted metropoli- tan twilight I felt a haunting loneliness sometimes, and felt it in others—poor young clerks who loitered in front of windows waiting until it was time for a solitary restaurant dinner—young clerks in the dusk, wasting the most poi- gnant moments of night and life Again at eight o’clock, when the dark lanes of the For- ties were five deep with throbbing taxi cabs, bound for the 1.4.2 Các xu hướng ứng dụng e logistics  Số hóa tự động hóa  Tập trung nhiều vào cá e logistics chuỗi cung ứng nhân hóa khách hàng  Kết hợp phương thức  Tự động hóa quy trình GH tốn kỹ thuật số với  Sử dụng sAA cho SCM giao hàng  Sử dụng Dữ liệu lớn để phân  Cải thiện khả hiển thị ccu tích nhu cầu logistics KH  Tạo sử dụng thực tế tăng cường thực tế ảo  Sử dụng CN di động tảng truyền thông XH CHƯƠNG 2: Hạ tầng mạng lưới logistics thương mại điện tử 02 2.1 Hạ tầng công nghệ thông tin 2.2 Mạng lưới phân phối vật chất 8/30/2022 a big sensation.’ He smiled with jovial condescension and added ‘Some sensation!’ whereupon everybody laughed ‘The piece is known,’ he concluded lustily, ‘as ‘Vladimir Tostoff’s Jazz History of the World.’ ‘ The nature of Mr Tostoff’s composition eluded me, be- cause just as it began my eyes fell on Gatsby, standing alone on the marble steps and looking from one group to another with approving eyes His tanned skin was drawn attractive- ly tight on his face and his short hair looked as though it were trimmed every day I could see nothing sinister about him I wondered if the fact that he was not drinking helped to set him off from his guests, for it seemed to me that he grew more correct as the fraternal hilarity increased When the ‘Jazz History of the World’ was over girls were putting their heads on men’s shoulders in a puppyish, convivial way, girls were swooning backward playfully into men’s arms, even into groups knowing that some one would ar- rest their falls—but no one swooned backward on Gatsby and no French bob touched Gatsby’s shoulder and no sing- ing quartets were formed with Gatsby’s head for one link ‘I beg your pardon.’ Gatsby’s butler was suddenly standing beside us ‘Miss Baker?’ he inquired ‘I beg your pardon but Mr Gatsby would like to speak to you alone.’ ‘With me?’ she exclaimed in surprise ‘Yes, madame.’ She go eyebrows at me in aston- ishment, and followed the butler toward the house I noticed that she wore her evening dress, all her dresses, like sports 56 The Great Gatsby clothes—there was a jauntiness about her movements as if she had first learned to walk upon golf courses on clean, crisp mornings I was alone and it was almost two For some time confused and intriguing sounds had issued from a long many-win- dowed room which overhung the terrace Eluding Jordan’s undergraduate who was now engaged in an obstetrical con- versation with two chorus girls, and who implored me to join him, I went inside The large room was full of people One of the girls in yellow was playing the piano and beside her stood a tall, red haired young lady from a famous chorus, engaged in song She had drunk a quantity of champagne and during the course of her song she had decided ineptly that every- thing was very very sad—she was not only singing, she was weeping too Whenever there was a pause in the song she filled it with gasping broken sobs and then took up the lyr- ic again in a quavering soprano The tears coursed down her cheeks—not freely, however, for when they came into contact with her heavily beaded eyelashes they assumed an inky color, and pursued the rest of their way in slow black rivulets A humorous suggestion was made that she face whereupon she threw up her hands, sank into a chair and went off into a deep vinous sleep ‘She had a fight with a man who says he’s her husband,’ explained a girl at my elbow I looked around Most of the remaining women were now having fights with men said to be their husbands Even Jordan’s party, the quartet from East Egg, were rent asun- Free eBooks at Planet eBook.com 57 der by dissension One of the men was talking with curious intensity to a young actress, and his wife after attempt- ing to laugh at the situation in a dignified and indifferent way broke down entirely and resorted to flank attacks—at intervals she appeared suddenly at his side like an angry diamond, and hissed ‘You promised!’ into his ear The reluctance to go home was not confined to wayward men The hall was at present occupied by two deplorably so- ber men and their highly indignant wives The wives were sympathizing with each other in slightly raised voices ‘Whenever he sees I’m having a good time he wants to go home.’ ‘Never heard anything so selfish in my life.’ ‘We’re always the first ones to leave.’ ‘So are we.’ ‘Well, we’re almost the last tonight,’ said one of the men sheepishly ‘The orchestra left half an hour ago.’ In spite of the wives’ agreement that such malevolence was beyond credibility, the dispute ended in a short strug- gle, and both wives were lifted As I waited for my hat in the hall the door of the library opened and Jordan Baker and Gatsby came out together He was saying some last word to her but the eagerness in his manner tightened abruptly into formality as several people approached him to say goodbye Jordan’s party were calling impatiently to her from the porch but she lingered for a moment to shake hands ‘I’ve just heard the most amazing thing,’ she whispered ‘How long were we in there?’ 58 The Great Gatsby ‘Why,—about an hour.’ ‘It was—simply amazing,’ she repeated abstractedly ‘But I swore I wouldn’t tell it and here I am tantalizing you.’ She yawned gracefully in my face ‘Please come and see me Phone book Under the name of Mrs Sigourney How- ard My aunt ’ She was hurrying off as she talked—her brown hand waved a jaunty salute as she melted into her party at the door Rather ashamed that on my first appearance I had stayed so late, I joined the last of Gatsby’s guests who were clus- tered around him I wanted to explain that I’d hunted for him early in the evening and to apologize for not having known him in the garden ‘Don’t mention it,’ he enjoined me eagerly ‘Don’t give it another thought, old sport.’ The familiar expression held no more familiarity than the hand which reassuringly brushed my shoulder ‘And don’t forget we’re going up in the hydro- plan nine o’clock.’ Then the butler, behind his shoulder: ‘Philadelphia wants you on the phone, sir.’ ‘All right, in a minute Tell them I’ll be right there good night.’ ‘Good night.’ ‘Good night.’ He smiled—and suddenly there seemed to be a pleasant significance in having been among the last to go, as if he had desired it all the time ‘Good night, old sport Good night.’ But as I walked down the steps I saw that the evening was not quite over Fifty feet from the door a dozen headlights Free eBooks at Planet eBook.com 59 illuminated a bizarre and tumultuous scene In the ditch be- side the road, right side up but violently shorn of one wheel, rested a new coupé which had left Gatsby’s drive not two minutes before The sharp jut of a wall accounted for the de- tachment of the wheel which was now getting considerable attention from half a dozen curious chauffeurs However, as they had left their cars blocking the road a harsh discordant din from those in the rear had been audible for some time and added to the already violent confusion of the scene A man in a long duster had dismounted from the wreck and now stood in the middle of the road, looking from the car to the tire and from the tire to the observers in a pleas- ant, puzzled way ‘See!’ he explained ‘It went in the ditch.’ The fact was infinitely astonishing to him—and I rec- ognized first the unusual quality o man—it was the late patron of Gatsby’s library ‘How’d it happen?’ He shrugged his shoulders ‘I know nothing whatever about mechanics,’ he said de- cisively ‘But how did it happen? Did you run into the wall?’ ‘Don’t ask me,’ said Owl Eyes, washing his hands of the whole matter ‘I know very little about driving—next to nothing It happened, and that’s all I know.’ ‘Well, if you’re a poor driver you oughtn’t to try driving at night.’ ‘But I wasn’t even trying,’ he explained indignantly, ‘I wasn’t even trying.’ 60 The Great Gatsby An awed hush fell upon the bystanders ‘Do you want to commit suicide?’ ‘You’re lucky it was just a wheel! A bad driver and not even TRYing!’ ‘You don’t understand,’ explained the criminal ‘I wasn’t driving There’s another man in the car.’ The shock that followed this declaration found voice in a sustained ‘Ah-h-h!’ as the door of the coupé swung slowly open The crowd—it was now a crowd—stepped back in- voluntarily and when the door had opened wide there was a ghostly pause Then, very gradually, part by part, a pale dangling individual stepped out of the wreck, pawing tenta- tively at the ground with a large uncertain dancing shoe Blinded by the glare of the headlights and confused by the incessant groaning of the horns the apparition stood swaying for a moment before he perceived the man in the duster ‘Wha’s matter?’ he inquir outa gas?’ ‘Look!’ Half a dozen fingers pointed at the amputated wheel—he stared at it for a moment and then looked upward as though he suspected that it had dropped from the sky ‘It came off,’ some one explained He nodded ‘At first I din’ notice we’d stopped.’ A pause Then, taking a long breath and straightening his shoulders he remarked in a determined voice: ‘Wonder’ff tell me where there’s a gas’line station?’ Free eBooks at Planet eBook.com 61 At least a dozen men, some of them little better off than he was, explained to him that wheel and car were no longer joined by any physical bond ‘Back out,’ he suggested after a moment ‘Put her in re- verse.’ ‘But the WHEEL’S off!’ He hesitated ‘No harm in trying,’ he said The caterwauling horns had reached a crescendo and I turned away and cut across the lawn toward home I glanced back once A wafer of a moon was shining over Gatsby’s house, making the night fine as before and surviving the laughter and the sound of his still glowing garden A sud- den emptiness seemed to flow now from the windows and the great doors, endowing with complete isolation the fig- ure of the host who stood on the porch, his hand up in a formal gesture of farewell Reading over what I have written so far I see I have given the impression that the events of three nights several weeks apart were all that absorbe 2.1 HẠ TẦNG CÔNG NGHỆ THÔNG TIN they were merely casual events in a crowded summer and, until much later, they absorbed me infinitely less than my personal af- fairs Most of the time I worked In the early morning the sun threw my shadow westward as I hurried down the white chasms of lower New York to the Probity Trust I knew the other clerks and young bond-salesmen by their first names and lunched with them in dark crowded restaurants on little pig sausages and mashed potatoes and coffee I even 62 The Great Gatsby had a short affair with a girl who lived in Jersey City and worked in the accounting department, but her brother be- gan throwing mean looks in my direction so when she went on her vacation in July I let it blow quietly away I took dinner usually at the Yale Club—for some reason it was the gloomiest event of my day—and then I went up- stairs to the library and studied investments and securities for a conscientious hour There were generally a few rioters around but they never came into the library so it was a good place to work After that, if the night was mellow I strolled down Madison Avenue past the old Murray Hill Hotel and over Thirty-third Street to the Pennsylvania Station I began to like New York, the racy, adventurous feel of it at night and the satisfaction that the constant flicker of men and women and machines gives to the restless eye I liked to walk up out romantic wom- en from the crowd and imagine that in a few minutes I was going to enter into their lives, and no one would ever know or disapprove Sometimes, in my mind, I followed them to their apartments on the corners of hidden streets, and they turned and smiled back at me before they faded through a door into warm darkness At the enchanted metropoli- tan twilight I felt a haunting loneliness sometimes, and felt it in others—poor young clerks who loitered in front of windows waiting until it was time for a solitary restaurant dinner—young clerks in the dusk, wasting the most poi- gnant moments of night and life Again at eight o’clock, when the dark lanes of the For- ties were five deep with throbbing taxi cabs, bound for the 2.1.1 Vai trị hệ thống thơng tin logistics MỤC ĐÍCH Mơi trường KD Để cung cấp thơng tin cho q trình định nhà quản trị, từ định chiến lược cho Dữ liệu đầu vào đến định mang tính tác nghiệp Quản trị sở liệu Phân loại Xử lí, phân tích Lưu trữ KHÁI NIỆM Quyết định logistics Hệ thống thông tin logistics cấu trúc bao gồm người, phương tiện qui trình để thu thập, Thơng tin đầu phân tích, định lượng truyền tải liệu cách Nhà quản trị logistics hợp lí, nhằm tăng cường hiệu hoạt động logistics doanh nghiệp 2.1 HẠ TẦNG CÔNG NGHỆ THÔNG TIN CHỨC NĂNG 2.1.1 Vai trị hệ thống thơng tin logistics • Hoạch định chiến lược • Phân tích định • Tác nghiệp • Kiểm soát YÊU CẦU • Nguyên tắc đầy đủ, sẵn sàng (Availability) • Nguyên tắc chọn lọc (Selective) • Ngun tắc xác (Accuracy) • 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