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the whip and snap of the curtains and the groan of a pic- ture on the wall Then there was a boom as Tom Buchanan shut the rear windows and the caught wind died out about the room and the curtains and the rugs and the two young women ballooned slowly to the floor The younger of the two was a stranger to me She was extended full length at her end of the divan, completely motionless and with her chin raised a little as if she were balancing something on it which was quite likely to fall If she saw me out of the corner of her eyes she gave no hint of it—indeed, I was almost surprised into murmuring an apol- ogy for having disturbed her by coming in The other girl, Daisy, made an attempt to rise—she leaned slightly forward with a conscientious expression— then she laughed, an absurd, charming little laugh, and I laughed too and came forward into the room ‘I’m p-paralyzed with happiness.’ She laughed again, as if she said something very witty, and held my hand for a moment, looking up into my face, promising that there was no one in the world she so much wanted to see That was a way she had She hinted in a mur- mur that the surname of the balancing girl was Baker (I’ve heard it said that Daisy’s murmur was only to make people lean toward her; an irrelevant criticism that made it no less charming.) At any rate Miss Baker’s lips fluttered, she imperceptibly and then quickly tipped her head back again—the object she was balancing had obviously tottered a little and given her something of a fright Again a sort of 12 The Great Gatsby apology arose to my lips Almost any exhibition of complete self sufficiency draws a stunned tribute from me I looked back at my cousin who began to ask me ques- tions in her low, thrilling voice It was the kind of voice that the ear follows up and down as if each speech is an arrange- ment of notes that will never be played again Her face was sad and lovely with bright things in it, bright eyes and a bright passionate mouth—but there was an excitement in her voice that men who had cared for her found difficult to forget: a singing compulsion, a whispered ‘Listen,’ a prom- ise that she had done gay, exciting things just a while since and that there were gay, exciting things hovering in the next hour I told her how I had stopped off in Chicago for a day on my way east and how a dozen people had sent their love through me ‘Do they miss me?’ she cried ecstatically ‘The whole town is desolate All the cars have the left rear wheel painted black as a mourning wreath and there’s a per- sistent wail all night along the North Shore.’ ‘How gorgeous! Let’s go back, Tom Tomorrow!’ Then she added irrelevantly, ‘You ought to see the baby.’ ‘I’d like to.’ ‘She’s asleep She’s two ever seen her?’ ‘Never.’ ‘Well, you ought to see her She’s——‘ Tom Buchanan who had been hovering restlessly about the room stopped and rested his hand on my shoulder Free eBooks at Planet eBook.com 13 ‘What you doing, Nick?’ ‘I’m a bond man.’ ‘Who with?’ I told him ‘Never heard of them,’ he remarked decisively This annoyed me ‘You will,’ I answered shortly ‘You will if you stay in the East.’ ‘Oh, I’ll stay in the East, don’t you worry,’ he said, glanc- ing at Daisy and then back at me, as if he were alert for something more ‘I’d be a God Damned fool to live any- where else.’ At this point Miss Baker said ‘Absolutely!’ with such suddenness that I started—it was the first word she uttered since I came into the room Evidently it surprised her as much as it did me, for she yawned and with a series of rapid, deft movements stood up into the room ‘I’m stiff,’ she complained, ‘I’ve been lying on that sofa for as long as I can remember.’ ‘Don’t look at me,’ Daisy retorted ‘I’ve been trying to get you to New York all afternoon.’ ‘No, thanks,’ said Miss Baker to the four cocktails just in from the pantry, ‘I’m absolutely in training.’ Her host looked at her incredulously ‘You are!’ He took down his drink as if it were a drop in the bottom of a glass ‘How you ever get anything done is beyond me.’ I looked at Miss Baker wondering what it was she ‘got done.’ I enjoyed loo slender, small- 14 The Great Gatsby breasted girl, with an erect carriage which she accentuated by throwing her body backward at the shoulders like a young cadet Her grey sun-strained eyes looked back at me with polite reciprocal curiosity out of a wan, charming discon- tented face It occurred to me now that I had seen her, or a picture of her, somewhere before ‘You live in West Egg,’ she remarked contemptuously ‘I know somebody there.’ ‘I don’t know a single——‘ ‘You must know Gatsby.’ ‘Gatsby?’ demanded Daisy ‘What Gatsby?’ Before I could reply that he was my neighbor dinner was announced; wedging his tense arm imperatively un- der mine Tom Buchanan compelled me from the room as though he were moving a checker to another square Slenderly, languidly, their hands set lightly on their hips the two young women preceded us out onto a rosy-colored porch open toward the sunset where four candles flickered on the table in the diminished wind ‘Why CANDLES?’ objected Daisy, frowning She snapped them out with her fingers ‘In two weeks it’ll be the longest day in the year.’ She looked at us all radiantly ‘Do you always watch for the longest day of the year and then miss it? I always watch for the longest day in the year and then miss it.’ ‘We ought to plan something,’ yawned Miss Baker, sit- ting down at the table as if she were gett said Daisy ‘What’ll we plan?’ She turned to me helplessly ‘What people plan?’ Free eBooks at Planet eBook.com 15 Before I could answer her eyes fastened with an awed ex- pression on her little finger ‘Look!’ she complained ‘I hurt it.’ We all looked—the knuckle was black and blue ‘You did it, Tom,’ she said accusingly ‘I know you didn’t mean to but you DID it That’s what I get for marrying a brute of a man, a great big hulking physical specimen of a——‘ ‘I hate that word hulking,’ objected Tom crossly, ‘even in kidding.’ ‘Hulking,’ insisted Daisy Sometimes she and Miss Baker talked at once, unobtru- sively and with a bantering inconsequence that was never quite chatter, that was as cool as their white dresses and their impersonal eyes in the absence of all desire They were here—and they accepted Tom and me, making only a po- lite pleasant effort to entertain or to be entertained They knew that presently dinner would be over and a little later the evening too would be over and casually put away It was sharply different from the West where an evening was hur- ried from phase to phase toward its close in a continually disappointed anticipation or else in sheer nervous dread of the moment itself ‘You make me feel uncivilized, Daisy,’ I confessed on my second glass of corky but rather impressive claret ‘Can’t you talk about crops or somethin particular by this remark but it was taken up in an unexpected way ‘Civilization’s going to pieces,’ broke out Tom violently 16 The Great Gatsby ‘I’ve gotten to be a terrible pessimist about things Have you read ‘The Rise of the Coloured Empires’ by this man God- dard?’ ‘Why, no,’ I answered, rather surprised by his tone ‘Well, it’s a fine book, and everybody ought to read it The idea is if we don’t look out the white race will be—will be ut- terly submerged It’s all scientific stuff; it’s been proved.’ ‘Tom’s getting very profound,’ said Daisy with an expres- sion of unthoughtful sadness ‘He reads deep books with long words in them What was that word we——‘ ‘Well, these books are all scientific,’ insisted Tom, glanc- ing at her impatiently ‘This fellow has worked out the whole thing It’s up to us who are the dominant race to watch out or these other races will have control of things.’ ‘We’ve got to beat them down,’ whispered Daisy, wink- ing ferociously toward the fervent sun ‘You ought to live in California—’ began Miss Baker but Tom interrupted her by shifting heavily in his chair ‘This idea is that we’re Nordics I am, and you are and you are and——’ After an infinitesimal hesitation he in- cluded Daisy with a slight nod and she winked at me again ‘—and we’ve produced all the things that go to make civili- zation—oh, science and art and all that Do you see?’ pathetic in his concentration as if his complacency, more acute than of old, was not enough to him any more When, almost immediately, the telephone rang inside and the butler left the porch Daisy seized upon the momentary interruption and leaned toward me ‘I’ll tell you a family secret,’ she whispered enthusiasti- " # %" " % - Edited by: Hitesh Jhanji the whip and snap of the curtains and the groan of a pic- ture on the wall Then there was a boom as Tom Buchanan shut the rear windows and the caught wind died out about the room and the curtains and the rugs and the two young women ballooned slowly to the floor The younger of the two was a stranger to me She was extended full length at her end of the divan, completely motionless and with her chin raised a little as if she were balancing something on it which was quite likely to fall If she saw me out of the corner of her eyes she gave no hint of it—indeed, I was almost surprised into murmuring an apol- ogy for having disturbed her by coming in The other girl, Daisy, made an attempt to rise—she leaned slightly forward with a conscientious expression— then she laughed, an absurd, charming little laugh, and I laughed too and came forward into the room ‘I’m p-paralyzed with happiness.’ She laughed again, as if she said something very witty, and held my hand for a moment, looking up into my face, promising that there was no one in the world she so much wanted to see That was a way she had She hinted in a mur- mur that the surname of the balancing girl was Baker (I’ve heard it said that Daisy’s murmur was only to make people lean toward her; an irrelevant criticism that made it no less charming.) At any rate Miss Baker’s lips fluttered, she imperceptibly and then quickly tipped her head back again—the object she was balancing had obviously tottered a little and given her something of a fright Again a sort of 12 The Great Gatsby apology arose to my lips Almost any exhibition of complete self sufficiency draws a stunned tribute from me I looked back at my cousin who began to ask me ques- tions in her low, thrilling voice It was the kind of voice that the ear follows up and down as if each speech is an arrange- ment of notes that will never be played again Her face was sad and lovely with bright things in it, bright eyes and a bright passionate mouth—but there was an excitement in her voice that men who had cared for her found difficult to forget: a singing compulsion, a whispered ‘Listen,’ a prom- ise that she had done gay, exciting things just a while since and that there were gay, exciting things hovering in the next hour I told her how I had stopped off in Chicago for a day on my way east and how a dozen people had sent their love through me ‘Do they miss me?’ she cried ecstatically ‘The whole town is desolate All the cars have the left rear wheel painted black as a mourning wreath and there’s a per- sistent wail all night along the North Shore.’ ‘How gorgeous! Let’s go back, Tom Tomorrow!’ Then she added irrelevantly, ‘You ought to see the baby.’ ‘I’d like to.’ ‘She’s asleep She’s two ever seen her?’ ‘Never.’ ‘Well, you ought to see her She’s——‘ Tom Buchanan who had been hovering restlessly about the room stopped and rested his hand on my shoulder Free eBooks at Planet eBook.com 13 ‘What you doing, Nick?’ ‘I’m a bond man.’ ‘Who with?’ I told him ‘Never heard of them,’ he remarked decisively This annoyed me ‘You will,’ I answered shortly ‘You will if you stay in the East.’ ‘Oh, I’ll stay in the East, don’t you worry,’ he said, glanc- ing at Daisy and then back at me, as if he were alert for something more ‘I’d be a God Damned fool to live any- where else.’ At this point Miss Baker said ‘Absolutely!’ with such suddenness that I started—it was the first word she uttered since I came into the room Evidently it surprised her as much as it did me, for she yawned and with a series of rapid, deft movements stood up into the room ‘I’m stiff,’ she complained, ‘I’ve been lying on that sofa for as long as I can remember.’ ‘Don’t look at me,’ Daisy retorted ‘I’ve been trying to get you to New York all afternoon.’ ‘No, thanks,’ said Miss Baker to the four cocktails just in from the pantry, ‘I’m absolutely in training.’ Her host looked at her incredulously ‘You are!’ He took down his drink as if it were a drop in the bottom of a glass ‘How you ever get anything done is beyond me.’ I looked at Miss Baker wondering what it was she ‘got done.’ I enjoyed loo slender, small- 14 The Great Gatsby breasted girl, with an erect carriage which she accentuated by throwing her body backward at the shoulders like a young cadet Her grey sun-strained eyes looked back at me with polite reciprocal curiosity out of a wan, charming discon- tented face It occurred to me now that I had seen her, or a picture of her, somewhere before ‘You live in West Egg,’ she remarked contemptuously ‘I know somebody there.’ ‘I don’t know a single——‘ ‘You must know Gatsby.’ ‘Gatsby?’ demanded Daisy ‘What Gatsby?’ Before I could reply that he was my neighbor dinner was announced; wedging his tense arm imperatively un- der mine Tom Buchanan compelled me from the room as though he were moving a checker to another square Slenderly, languidly, their hands set lightly on their hips the two young women preceded us out onto a rosy-colored porch open toward the sunset where four candles flickered on the table in the diminished wind ‘Why CANDLES?’ objected Daisy, frowning She snapped them out with her fingers ‘In two weeks it’ll be the longest day in the year.’ She looked at us all radiantly ‘Do you always watch for the longest day of the year and then miss it? I always watch for the longest day in the year and then miss it.’ ‘We ought to plan something,’ yawned Miss Baker, sit- ting down at the table as if she were gett said Daisy ‘What’ll we plan?’ She turned to me helplessly ‘What people plan?’ Free eBooks at Planet eBook.com 15 Before I could answer her eyes fastened with an awed ex- pression on her little finger ‘Look!’ she complained ‘I hurt it.’ We all looked—the knuckle was black and blue ‘You did it, Tom,’ she said accusingly ‘I know you didn’t mean to but you DID it That’s what I get for marrying a brute of a man, a great big hulking physical specimen of a——‘ ‘I hate that word hulking,’ objected Tom crossly, ‘even in kidding.’ ‘Hulking,’ insisted Daisy Sometimes she and Miss Baker talked at once, unobtru- sively and with a bantering inconsequence that was never quite chatter, that was as cool as their white dresses and their impersonal eyes in the absence of all desire They were here—and they accepted Tom and me, making only a po- lite pleasant effort to entertain or to be entertained They knew that presently dinner would be over and a little later the evening too would be over and casually put away It was sharply different from the West where an evening was hur- ried from phase to phase toward its close in a continually disappointed anticipation or else in sheer nervous dread of the moment itself ‘You make me feel uncivilized, Daisy,’ I confessed on my second glass of corky but rather impressive claret ‘Can’t you talk about crops or somethin particular by this remark but it was taken up in an unexpected way ‘Civilization’s going to pieces,’ broke out Tom violently 16 The Great Gatsby ‘I’ve gotten to be a terrible pessimist about things Have you read ‘The Rise of the Coloured Empires’ by this man God- dard?’ ‘Why, no,’ I answered, rather surprised by his tone ‘Well, it’s a fine book, and everybody ought to read it The idea is if we don’t look out the white race will be—will be ut- terly submerged It’s all scientific stuff; it’s been proved.’ ‘Tom’s getting very profound,’ said Daisy with an expres- sion of unthoughtful sadness ‘He reads deep books with long words in them What was that word we——‘ ‘Well, these books are all scientific,’ insisted Tom, glanc- ing at her impatiently ‘This fellow has worked out the whole thing It’s up to us who are the dominant race to watch out or these other races will have control of things.’ ‘We’ve got to beat them down,’ whispered Daisy, wink- ing ferociously toward the fervent sun ‘You ought to live in California—’ began Miss Baker but Tom interrupted her by shifting heavily in his chair ‘This idea is that we’re Nordics I am, and you are and you are and——’ After an infinitesimal hesitation he in- cluded Daisy with a slight nod and she winked at me again ‘—and we’ve produced all the things that go to make civili- zation—oh, science and art and all that Do you see?’ pathetic in his concentration as if his complacency, more acute than of old, was not enough to him any more When, almost immediately, the telephone rang inside and the butler left the porch Daisy seized upon the momentary interruption and leaned toward me ‘I’ll tell you a family secret,’ she whispered enthusiasti- INTERNATIONAL TRADE PROCEDURES AND DOCUMENTATION Edited By Hitesh Jhanji the whip and snap of the curtains and the groan of a pic- ture on the wall Then there was a boom as Tom Buchanan shut the rear windows and the caught wind died out about the room and the curtains and the rugs and the two young women ballooned slowly to the floor The younger of the two was a stranger to me She was extended full length at her end of the divan, completely motionless and with her chin raised a little as if she were balancing something on it which was quite likely to fall If she saw me out of the corner of her eyes she gave no hint of it—indeed, I was almost surprised into murmuring an apol- ogy for having disturbed her by coming in The other girl, Daisy, made an attempt to rise—she leaned slightly forward with a conscientious expression— then she laughed, an absurd, charming little laugh, and I laughed too and came forward into the room ‘I’m p-paralyzed with happiness.’ She laughed again, as if she said something very witty, and held my hand for a moment, looking up into my face, promising that there was no one in the world she so much wanted to see That was a way she had She hinted in a mur- mur that the surname of the balancing girl was Baker (I’ve heard it said that Daisy’s murmur was only to make people lean toward her; an irrelevant criticism that made it no less charming.) At any rate Miss Baker’s lips fluttered, she imperceptibly and then quickly tipped her head back again—the object she was balancing had obviously tottered a little and given her something of a fright Again a sort of 12 The Great Gatsby apology arose to my lips Almost any exhibition of complete self sufficiency draws a stunned tribute from me I looked back at my cousin who began to ask me ques- tions in her low, thrilling voice It was the kind of voice that the ear follows up and down as if each speech is an arrange- ment of notes that will never be played again Her face was sad and lovely with bright things in it, bright eyes and a bright passionate mouth—but there was an excitement in her voice that men who had cared for her found difficult to forget: a singing compulsion, a whispered ‘Listen,’ a prom- ise that she had done gay, exciting things just a while since and that there were gay, exciting things hovering in the next hour I told her how I had stopped off in Chicago for a day on my way east and how a dozen people had sent their love through me ‘Do they miss me?’ she cried ecstatically ‘The whole town is desolate All the cars have the left rear wheel painted black as a mourning wreath and there’s a per- sistent wail all night along the North Shore.’ ‘How gorgeous! Let’s go back, Tom Tomorrow!’ Then she added irrelevantly, ‘You ought to see the baby.’ ‘I’d like to.’ ‘She’s asleep She’s two ever seen her?’ ‘Never.’ ‘Well, you ought to see her She’s——‘ Tom Buchanan who had been hovering restlessly about the room stopped and rested his hand on my shoulder Free eBooks at Planet eBook.com 13 ‘What you doing, Nick?’ ‘I’m a bond man.’ ‘Who with?’ I told him ‘Never heard of them,’ he remarked decisively This annoyed me ‘You will,’ I answered shortly ‘You will if you stay in the East.’ ‘Oh, I’ll stay in the East, don’t you worry,’ he said, glanc- ing at Daisy and then back at me, as if he were alert for something more ‘I’d be a God Damned fool to live any- where else.’ At this point Miss Baker said ‘Absolutely!’ with such suddenness that I started—it was the first word she uttered since I came into the room Evidently it surprised her as much as it did me, for she yawned and with a series of rapid, deft movements stood up into the room ‘I’m stiff,’ she complained, ‘I’ve been lying on that sofa for as long as I can remember.’ ‘Don’t look at me,’ Daisy retorted ‘I’ve been trying to get you to New York all afternoon.’ ‘No, thanks,’ said Miss Baker to the four cocktails just in from the pantry, ‘I’m absolutely in training.’ Her host looked at her incredulously ‘You are!’ He took down his drink as if it were a drop in the bottom of a glass ‘How you ever get anything done is beyond me.’ I looked at Miss Baker wondering what it was she ‘got done.’ I enjoyed loo slender, small- 14 The Great Gatsby breasted girl, with an erect carriage which she accentuated by throwing her body backward at the shoulders like a young cadet Her grey sun-strained eyes looked back at me with polite reciprocal curiosity out of a wan, charming discon- tented face It occurred to me now that I had seen her, or a picture of her, somewhere before ‘You live in West Egg,’ she remarked contemptuously ‘I know somebody there.’ ‘I don’t know a single——‘ ‘You must know Gatsby.’ ‘Gatsby?’ demanded Daisy ‘What Gatsby?’ Before I could reply that he was my neighbor dinner was announced; wedging his tense arm imperatively un- der mine Tom Buchanan compelled me from the room as though he were moving a checker to another square Slenderly, languidly, their hands set lightly on their hips the two young women preceded us out onto a rosy-colored porch open toward the sunset where four candles flickered on the table in the diminished wind ‘Why CANDLES?’ objected Daisy, frowning She snapped them out with her fingers ‘In two weeks it’ll be the longest day in the year.’ She looked at us all radiantly ‘Do you always watch for the longest day of the year and then miss it? I always watch for the longest day in the year and then miss it.’ ‘We ought to plan something,’ yawned Miss Baker, sit- ting down at the table as if she were gett said Daisy ‘What’ll we plan?’ She turned to me helplessly ‘What people plan?’ Free eBooks at Planet eBook.com 15 Before I could answer her eyes fastened with an awed ex- pression on her little finger ‘Look!’ she complained ‘I hurt it.’ We all looked—the knuckle was black and blue ‘You did it, Tom,’ she said accusingly ‘I know you didn’t mean to but you DID it That’s what I get for marrying a brute of a man, a great big hulking physical specimen of a——‘ ‘I hate that word hulking,’ objected Tom crossly, ‘even in kidding.’ ‘Hulking,’ insisted Daisy Sometimes she and Miss Baker talked at once, unobtru- sively and with a bantering inconsequence that was never quite chatter, that was as cool as their white dresses and their impersonal eyes in the absence of all desire They were here—and they accepted Tom and me, making only a po- lite pleasant effort to entertain or to be entertained They knew that presently dinner would be over and a little later the evening too would be over and casually put away It was sharply different from the West where an evening was hur- ried from phase to phase toward its close in a continually disappointed anticipation or else in sheer nervous dread of the moment itself ‘You make me feel uncivilized, Daisy,’ I confessed on my second glass of corky but rather impressive claret ‘Can’t you talk about crops or somethin particular by this remark but it was taken up in an unexpected way ‘Civilization’s going to pieces,’ broke out Tom violently 16 The Great Gatsby ‘I’ve gotten to be a terrible pessimist about things Have you read ‘The Rise of the Coloured Empires’ by this man God- dard?’ ‘Why, no,’ I answered, rather surprised by his tone ‘Well, it’s a fine book, and everybody ought to read it The idea is if we don’t look out the white race will be—will be ut- terly submerged It’s all scientific stuff; it’s been proved.’ ‘Tom’s getting very profound,’ said Daisy with an expres- sion of unthoughtful sadness ‘He reads deep books with long words in them What was that word we——‘ ‘Well, these books are all scientific,’ insisted Tom, glanc- ing at her impatiently ‘This fellow has worked out the whole thing It’s up to us who are the dominant race to watch out or these other races will have control of things.’ ‘We’ve got to beat them down,’ whispered Daisy, wink- ing ferociously toward the fervent sun ‘You ought to live in California—’ began Miss Baker but Tom interrupted her by shifting heavily in his chair ‘This idea is that we’re Nordics I am, and you are and you are and——’ After an infinitesimal hesitation he in- cluded Daisy with a slight nod and she winked at me again ‘—and we’ve produced all the things that go to make civili- zation—oh, science and art and all that Do you see?’ pathetic in his concentration as if his complacency, more acute than of old, was not enough to him any more When, almost immediately, the telephone rang inside and the butler left the porch Daisy seized upon the momentary interruption and leaned toward me ‘I’ll tell you a family secret,’ she whispered enthusiasti- Printed by EXCEL BOOKS PRIVATE LIMITED A-45, Naraina, Phase-I, New Delhi-110028 for Lovely Professional University Phagwara the whip and snap of the curtains and the groan of a pic- ture on the wall Then there was a boom as Tom Buchanan shut the rear windows and the caught wind died out about the room and the curtains and the rugs and the two young women ballooned slowly to the floor The younger of the two was a stranger to me She was extended full length at her end of the divan, completely motionless and with her chin raised a little as if she were balancing something on it which was quite likely to fall If she saw me out of the corner of her eyes she gave no hint of it—indeed, I was almost surprised into murmuring an apol- ogy for having disturbed her by coming in The other girl, Daisy, made an attempt to rise—she leaned slightly forward with a conscientious expression— then she laughed, an absurd, charming little laugh, and I laughed too and came forward into the room ‘I’m p-paralyzed with happiness.’ She laughed again, as if she said something very witty, and held my hand for a moment, looking up into my face, promising that there was no one in the world she so much wanted to see That was a way she had She hinted in a mur- mur that the surname of the balancing girl was Baker (I’ve heard it said that Daisy’s murmur was only to make people lean toward her; an irrelevant criticism that made it no less charming.) At any rate Miss Baker’s lips fluttered, she imperceptibly and then quickly tipped her head back again—the object she was balancing had obviously tottered a little and given her something of a fright Again a sort of 12 The Great Gatsby apology arose to my lips Almost any exhibition of complete self sufficiency draws a stunned tribute from me I looked back at my cousin who began to ask me ques- tions in her low, thrilling voice It was the kind of voice that the ear follows up and down as if each speech is an arrange- ment of notes that will never be played again Her face was sad and lovely with bright things in it, bright eyes and a bright passionate mouth—but there was an excitement in her voice that men who had cared for her found difficult to forget: a singing compulsion, a whispered ‘Listen,’ a prom- ise that she had done gay, exciting things just a while since and that there were gay, exciting things hovering in the next hour I told her how I had stopped off in Chicago for a day on my way east and how a dozen people had sent their love through me ‘Do they miss me?’ she cried ecstatically ‘The whole town is desolate All the cars have the left rear wheel painted black as a mourning wreath and there’s a per- sistent wail all night along the North Shore.’ ‘How gorgeous! Let’s go back, Tom Tomorrow!’ Then she added irrelevantly, ‘You ought to see the baby.’ ‘I’d like to.’ ‘She’s asleep She’s two ever seen her?’ ‘Never.’ ‘Well, you ought to see her She’s——‘ Tom Buchanan who had been hovering restlessly about the room stopped and rested his hand on my shoulder Free eBooks at Planet eBook.com 13 ‘What you doing, Nick?’ ‘I’m a bond man.’ ‘Who with?’ I told him ‘Never heard of them,’ he remarked decisively This annoyed me ‘You will,’ I answered shortly ‘You will if you stay in the East.’ ‘Oh, I’ll stay in the East, don’t you worry,’ he said, glanc- ing at Daisy and then back at me, as if he were alert for something more ‘I’d be a God Damned fool to live any- where else.’ At this point Miss Baker said ‘Absolutely!’ with such suddenness that I started—it was the first word she uttered since I came into the room Evidently it surprised her as much as it did me, for she yawned and with a series of rapid, deft movements stood up into the room ‘I’m stiff,’ she complained, ‘I’ve been lying on that sofa for as long as I can remember.’ ‘Don’t look at me,’ Daisy retorted ‘I’ve been trying to get you to New York all afternoon.’ ‘No, thanks,’ said Miss Baker to the four cocktails just in from the pantry, ‘I’m absolutely in training.’ Her host looked at her incredulously ‘You are!’ He took down his drink as if it were a drop in the bottom of a glass ‘How you ever get anything done is beyond me.’ I looked at Miss Baker wondering what it was she ‘got done.’ I enjoyed loo slender, small- 14 The Great Gatsby breasted girl, with an erect carriage which she accentuated by throwing her body backward at the shoulders like a young cadet Her grey sun-strained eyes looked back at me with polite reciprocal curiosity out of a wan, charming discon- tented face It occurred to me now that I had seen her, or a picture of her, somewhere before ‘You live in West Egg,’ she remarked contemptuously ‘I know somebody there.’ ‘I don’t know a single——‘ ‘You must know Gatsby.’ ‘Gatsby?’ demanded Daisy ‘What Gatsby?’ Before I could reply that he was my neighbor dinner was announced; wedging his tense arm imperatively un- der mine Tom Buchanan compelled me from the room as though he were moving a checker to another square Slenderly, languidly, their hands set lightly on their hips the two young women preceded us out onto a rosy-colored porch open toward the sunset where four candles flickered on the table in the diminished wind ‘Why CANDLES?’ objected Daisy, frowning She snapped them out with her fingers ‘In two weeks it’ll be the longest day in the year.’ She looked at us all radiantly ‘Do you always watch for the longest day of the year and then miss it? I always watch for the longest day in the year and then miss it.’ ‘We ought to plan something,’ yawned Miss Baker, sit- ting down at the table as if she were gett said Daisy ‘What’ll we plan?’ She turned to me helplessly ‘What people plan?’ Free eBooks at Planet eBook.com 15 Before I could answer her eyes fastened with an awed ex- pression on her little finger ‘Look!’ she complained ‘I hurt it.’ We all looked—the knuckle was black and blue ‘You did it, Tom,’ she said accusingly ‘I know you didn’t mean to but you DID it That’s what I get for marrying a brute of a man, a great big hulking physical specimen of a——‘ ‘I hate that word hulking,’ objected Tom crossly, ‘even in kidding.’ ‘Hulking,’ insisted Daisy Sometimes she and Miss Baker talked at once, unobtru- sively and with a bantering inconsequence that was never quite chatter, that was as cool as their white dresses and their impersonal eyes in the absence of all desire They were here—and they accepted Tom and me, making only a po- lite pleasant effort to entertain or to be entertained They knew that presently dinner would be over and a little later the evening too would be over and casually put away It was sharply different from the West where an evening was hur- ried from phase to phase toward its close in a continually disappointed anticipation or else in sheer nervous dread of the moment itself ‘You make me feel uncivilized, Daisy,’ I confessed on my second glass of corky but rather impressive claret ‘Can’t you talk about crops or somethin particular by this remark but it was taken up in an unexpected way ‘Civilization’s going to pieces,’ broke out Tom violently 16 The Great Gatsby ‘I’ve gotten to be a terrible pessimist about things Have you read ‘The Rise of the Coloured Empires’ by this man God- dard?’ ‘Why, no,’ I answered, rather surprised by his tone ‘Well, it’s a fine book, and everybody ought to read it The idea is if we don’t look out the white race will be—will be ut- terly submerged It’s all scientific stuff; it’s been proved.’ ‘Tom’s getting very profound,’ said Daisy with an expres- sion of unthoughtful sadness ‘He reads deep books with long words in them What was that word we——‘ ‘Well, these books are all scientific,’ insisted Tom, glanc- ing at her impatiently ‘This fellow has worked out the whole thing It’s up to us who are the dominant race to watch out or these other races will have control of things.’ ‘We’ve got to beat them down,’ whispered Daisy, wink- ing ferociously toward the fervent sun ‘You ought to live in California—’ began Miss Baker but Tom interrupted her by shifting heavily in his chair ‘This idea is that we’re Nordics I am, and you are and you are and——’ After an infinitesimal hesitation he in- cluded Daisy with a slight nod and she winked at me again ‘—and we’ve produced all the things that go to make civili- zation—oh, science and art and all that Do you see?’ pathetic in his concentration as if his complacency, more acute than of old, was not enough to him any more When, almost immediately, the telephone rang inside and the butler left the porch Daisy seized upon the momentary interruption and leaned toward me ‘I’ll tell you a family secret,’ she whispered enthusiasti- SYLLABUS International Trade Procedures and Documentation Objectives: The objective of the couse is to make students learn the complete mechanism of export and various documents required for exports S No Description Export Procedures and Documents: The Search for an overseas buyer, Processing an Export Order, Negotiation of Documents, Role of Banks in Export-Import Transactions Methods of Payments and INCO Terms: Methods of Payment, Financing Exporters and Importers, Instruments of Payment EXIM Strategies and Export Marketing: EXIM Business Plan and Strategy, Export Strategy Formulation, Export Financing, Import Strategy (Souring Strategy), International Marketing, Export Marketing – Going Global, Different Forms of International Trade Methods of Financing Exporters and Business Risk Management: Pre-Shipment Finance, Post Shipment Export Advance, Factoring and Insurance, Types of Risks, Quality and Pre Shipment Inspection Custom Clearance of Import and Export Cargo: Clearance of Import Cargo, Clearance of Export cargo, Custom Valuation, The Harmonized System, Carnets, New Developments in Custom Clearance Procedure Logistics and Characteristics of Modes of Transportation: Planning Physical Distribution, Benefits of Efficient Logistics System, Concept of Marketing Logistics System, Critical Elements of a Logistics System, International Transport System Characteristics of Shipping Industries: History of Shipping Industry, Characteristics of Shipping Industry, Role of Intermediaries in Shipping Industry, Latest Trends in Logistics Operations, Ocean Freight Structure Containerization and Leasing Practices: Containerization – Concept and Operation, History of Containerization, Types of Containers, Benefits of Containerization, Global Trade and containerization, Container Leasing Practices and Inland Container Depots Export Incentive Schemes: Duty Exemption Scheme, Duty Remission Scheme, Export Promotion Capital Goods Scheme, Special Economic Zones 10 Information Technology in International Business: Electronic Procurement, Electronic Marketing, Electronic Logistics the whip and snap of the curtains and the groan of a pic- ture on the wall Then there was a boom as Tom Buchanan shut the rear windows and the caught wind died out about the room and the curtains and the rugs and the two young women ballooned slowly to the floor The younger of the two was a stranger to me She was extended full length at her end of the divan, completely motionless and with her chin raised a little as if she were balancing something on it which was quite likely to fall If she saw me out of the corner of her eyes she gave no hint of it—indeed, I was almost surprised into murmuring an apol- ogy for having disturbed her by coming in The other girl, Daisy, made an attempt to rise—she leaned slightly forward with a conscientious expression— then she laughed, an absurd, charming little laugh, and I laughed too and came forward into the room ‘I’m p-paralyzed with happiness.’ She laughed again, as if she said something very witty, and held my hand for a moment, looking up into my face, promising that there was no one in the world she so much wanted to see That was a way she had She hinted in a mur- mur that the surname of the balancing girl was Baker (I’ve heard it said that Daisy’s murmur was only to make people lean toward her; an irrelevant criticism that made it no less charming.) At any rate Miss Baker’s lips fluttered, she imperceptibly and then quickly tipped her head back again—the object she was balancing had obviously tottered a little and given her something of a fright Again a sort of 12 The Great Gatsby apology arose to my lips Almost any exhibition of complete self sufficiency draws a stunned tribute from me I looked back at my cousin who began to ask me ques- tions in her low, thrilling voice It was the kind of voice that the ear follows up and down as if each speech is an arrange- ment of notes that will never be played again Her face was sad and lovely with bright things in it, bright eyes and a bright passionate mouth—but there was an excitement in her voice that men who had cared for her found difficult to forget: a singing compulsion, a whispered ‘Listen,’ a prom- ise that she had done gay, exciting things just a while since and that there were gay, exciting things hovering in the next hour I told her how I had stopped off in Chicago for a day on my way east and how a dozen people had sent their love through me ‘Do they miss me?’ she cried ecstatically ‘The whole town is desolate All the cars have the left rear wheel painted black as a mourning wreath and there’s a per- sistent wail all night along the North Shore.’ ‘How gorgeous! Let’s go back, Tom Tomorrow!’ Then she added irrelevantly, ‘You ought to see the baby.’ ‘I’d like to.’ ‘She’s asleep She’s two ever seen her?’ ‘Never.’ ‘Well, you ought to see her She’s——‘ Tom Buchanan who had been hovering restlessly about the room stopped and rested his hand on my shoulder Free eBooks at Planet eBook.com 13 ‘What you doing, Nick?’ ‘I’m a bond man.’ ‘Who with?’ I told him ‘Never heard of them,’ he remarked decisively This annoyed me ‘You will,’ I answered shortly ‘You will if you stay in the East.’ ‘Oh, I’ll stay in the East, don’t you worry,’ he said, glanc- ing at Daisy and then back at me, as if he were alert for something more ‘I’d be a God Damned fool to live any- where else.’ At this point Miss Baker said ‘Absolutely!’ with such suddenness that I started—it was the first word she uttered since I came into the room Evidently it surprised her as much as it did me, for she yawned and with a series of rapid, deft movements stood up into the room ‘I’m stiff,’ she complained, ‘I’ve been lying on that sofa for as long as I can remember.’ ‘Don’t look at me,’ Daisy retorted ‘I’ve been trying to get you to New York all afternoon.’ ‘No, thanks,’ said Miss Baker to the four cocktails just in from the pantry, ‘I’m absolutely in training.’ Her host looked at her incredulously ‘You are!’ He took down his drink as if it were a drop in the bottom of a glass ‘How you ever get anything done is beyond me.’ I looked at Miss Baker wondering what it was she ‘got done.’ I enjoyed loo slender, small- 14 The Great Gatsby breasted girl, with an erect carriage which she accentuated by throwing her body backward at the shoulders like a young cadet Her grey sun-strained eyes looked back at me with polite reciprocal curiosity out of a wan, charming discon- tented face It occurred to me now that I had seen her, or a picture of her, somewhere before ‘You live in West Egg,’ she remarked contemptuously ‘I know somebody there.’ ‘I don’t know a single——‘ ‘You must know Gatsby.’ ‘Gatsby?’ demanded Daisy ‘What Gatsby?’ Before I could reply that he was my neighbor dinner was announced; wedging his tense arm imperatively un- der mine Tom Buchanan compelled me from the room as though he were moving a checker to another square Slenderly, languidly, their hands set lightly on their hips the two young women preceded us out onto a rosy-colored porch open toward the sunset where four candles flickered on the table in the diminished wind ‘Why CANDLES?’ objected Daisy, frowning She snapped them out with her fingers ‘In two weeks it’ll be the longest day in the year.’ She looked at us all radiantly ‘Do you always watch for the longest day of the year and then miss it? I always watch for the longest day in the year and then miss it.’ ‘We ought to plan something,’ yawned Miss Baker, sit- ting down at the table as if she were gett said Daisy ‘What’ll we plan?’ She turned to me helplessly ‘What people plan?’ Free eBooks at Planet eBook.com 15 Before I could answer her eyes fastened with an awed ex- pression on her little finger ‘Look!’ she complained ‘I hurt it.’ We all looked—the knuckle was black and blue ‘You did it, Tom,’ she said accusingly ‘I know you didn’t mean to but you DID it That’s what I get for marrying a brute of a man, a great big hulking physical specimen of a——‘ ‘I hate that word hulking,’ objected Tom crossly, ‘even in kidding.’ ‘Hulking,’ insisted Daisy Sometimes she and Miss Baker talked at once, unobtru- sively and with a bantering inconsequence that was never quite chatter, that was as cool as their white dresses and their impersonal eyes in the absence of all desire They were here—and they accepted Tom and me, making only a po- lite pleasant effort to entertain or to be entertained They knew that presently dinner would be over and a little later the evening too would be over and casually put away It was sharply different from the West where an evening was hur- ried from phase to phase toward its close in a continually disappointed anticipation or else in sheer nervous dread of the moment itself ‘You make me feel uncivilized, Daisy,’ I confessed on my second glass of corky but rather impressive claret ‘Can’t you talk about crops or somethin particular by this remark but it was taken up in an unexpected way ‘Civilization’s going to pieces,’ broke out Tom violently 16 The Great Gatsby ‘I’ve gotten to be a terrible pessimist about things Have you read ‘The Rise of the Coloured Empires’ by this man God- dard?’ ‘Why, no,’ I answered, rather surprised by his tone ‘Well, it’s a fine book, and everybody ought to read it The idea is if we don’t look out the white race will be—will be ut- terly submerged It’s all scientific stuff; it’s been proved.’ ‘Tom’s getting very profound,’ said Daisy with an expres- sion of unthoughtful sadness ‘He reads deep books with long words in them What was that word we——‘ ‘Well, these books are all scientific,’ insisted Tom, glanc- ing at her impatiently ‘This fellow has worked out the whole thing It’s up to us who are the dominant race to watch out or these other races will have control of things.’ ‘We’ve got to beat them down,’ whispered Daisy, wink- ing ferociously toward the fervent sun ‘You ought to live in California—’ began Miss Baker but Tom interrupted her by shifting heavily in his chair ‘This idea is that we’re Nordics I am, and you are and you are and——’ After an infinitesimal hesitation he in- cluded Daisy with a slight nod and she winked at me again ‘—and we’ve produced all the things that go to make civili- zation—oh, science and art and all that Do you see?’ pathetic in his concentration as if his complacency, more acute than of old, was not enough to him any more When, almost immediately, the telephone rang inside and the butler left the porch Daisy seized upon the momentary interruption and leaned toward me ‘I’ll tell you a family secret,’ she whispered enthusiasti- CONTENT Unit 1: Export Procedure and Documentation Anand Thakur, Lovely Professional University Unit 2: Methods of Payment and Incoterms 24 Hitesh Jhanji, Lovely Professional University Unit 3: EXIM Strategies 48 Ginni Nijhawan, Lovely Professional University Unit 4: Export Marketing – Going Global 70 Anand Thakur, Lovely Professional University Unit 5: Methods of Financing Exporters and Business Risk Management 90 Karan Arora, Lovely Professional University Unit 6: Custom Clearance of Import and Export Cargo 120 Anand Thakur, Lovely Professional University Unit 7: Logistics and Characteristics of Modes of Transportation 149 Hitesh Jhanji, Lovely Professional University Unit 8; International Transport System 174 Ginni Nijhawan, Lovely Professional University Unit 9: Characteristics of Shipping Industries 195 Hitesh Jhanji, Lovely Professional University Unit 10: Containerization and Leasing Practices 211 Neha Khosla, Lovely Professional University Unit 11: Inland Container Depots 236 Hitesh Jhanji, Lovely Professional University Unit 12: Export Incentives Schemes 249 Anand Thakur, Lovely Professional University Unit 13: Special Economic Zones 270 Neha Khosla, Lovely Professional University Unit 14: Information Technology in International Business Neetu Singh, Lovely Professional University 287