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

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8/30/2022 cally ‘It’s about the butler’s nose Do you want to hear about the butler’s nose?’ ‘That’s why I came over tonight.’ ‘Well, he wasn’t always a butler; he used to be the sil- ver polisher for some people in New York that had a silver service for two hundred people He had to polish it from morning till night until finally it began to affect his nose— —‘ ‘Things went from bad to worse,’ suggested Miss Baker ‘Yes Things went from bad to worse until finally he had to give up his position.’ For a moment the last sunshine fell with romantic affec- tion upon her glowing face; her voice compelled me forward breathlessly as I listened—then the glow faded, each light deserting her with lingering regret like children leaving a pleasant street at dusk The butler came back and murmured something close to Tom’s ear whereupon Tom frowned, pushed back his chair and without a word went inside As if his absence quickened something within her Daisy leaned forward again, her voice glowing and singing ‘I love to see you at my table, Nick You remind me of a— of a rose, an absolute rose Doesn’t he?’ She turned to Miss Baker for confirmation ‘An absolute rose?’ This was untrue I am not even faintly like a rose She was only extemporizing but a stirring warmth flowed from her as if her heart was trying to come out to you concealed in one of those breathless, thrilling word threw her napkin on the table and excused herself and 18 The Great Gatsby went into the house Miss Baker and I exchanged a short glance conscious- ly devoid of meaning I was about to speak when she sat up alertly and said ‘Sh!’ in a warning voice A subdued im- passioned murmur was audible in the room beyond and Miss Baker leaned forward, unashamed, trying to hear The murmur trembled on the verge of coherence, sank down, mounted excitedly, and then ceased altogether ‘This Mr Gatsby you spoke of is my neighbor——’ I said ‘Don’t talk I want to hear what happens.’ ‘Is something happening?’ I inquired innocently ‘You mean to say you don’t know?’ said Miss Baker, hon- estly surprised ‘I thought everybody knew.’ ‘I don’t.’ ‘Why——’ she said hesitantly, ‘Tom’s got some woman in New York.’ ‘Got some woman?’ I repeated blankly Miss Baker nodded ‘She might have the decency not to telephone him at din- ner-time Don’t you think?’ Almost before I had grasped her meaning there was the flutter of a dress and the crunch of leather boots and Tom and Daisy were back at the table ‘It couldn’t be helped!’ cried Daisy with tense gayety She sat down, glanced searchingly at Miss Baker and then at me and continued: ‘I looked outdoors for a minute and it’s very romantic outdoors There’s a bird on the lawn that I think must be a nightin Cunard Free eBooks at Planet eBook.com 19 or White Star Line He’s singing away——’ her voice sang ‘——It’s romantic, isn’t it, Tom?’ ‘Very romantic,’ he said, and then miserably to me: ‘If it’s light enough after dinner I want to take you down to the stables.’ The telephone rang inside, startlingly, and as Daisy shook her head decisively at Tom the subject of the stables, in fact all subjects, vanished into air Among the broken fragments of the last five minutes at table I remember the candles being lit again, pointlessly, and I was conscious of wanting to look squarely at every one and yet to avoid all eyes I couldn’t guess what Daisy and Tom were thinking but I doubt if even Miss Baker who seemed to have mastered a certain hardy skepticism was able utterly to put this fifth guest’s shrill me- tallic urgency out of mind To a certain temperament the situation might have seemed intriguing—my own instinct was to telephone immediately for the police The horses, needless to say, were not mentioned again Tom and Miss Baker, with several feet of twilight between them strolled back into the library, as if to a vigil beside a perfectly tangible body, while trying to look pleasantly in- terested and a little deaf I followed Daisy around a chain of connecting verandas to the porch in front In its deep gloom we sat down side by side on a wicker settee Daisy took her f feeling its love- ly shape, and her eyes moved gradually out into the velvet dusk I saw that turbulent emotions possessed her, so I asked what I thought would be some sedative questions about her little girl 20 The Great Gatsby ‘We don’t know each other very well, Nick,’ she said suddenly ‘Even if we are cousins You didn’t come to my wedding.’ ‘I wasn’t back from the war.’ ‘That’s true.’ She hesitated ‘Well, I’ve had a very bad time, Nick, and I’m pretty cynical about everything.’ Evidently she had reason to be I waited but she didn’t say any more, and after a moment I returned rather feebly to the subject of her daughter ‘I suppose she talks, and—eats, and everything.’ ‘Oh, yes.’ She looked at me absently ‘Listen, Nick; let me tell you what I said when she was born Would you like to hear?’ ‘Very much.’ ‘It’ll show you how I’ve gotten to feel about—things Well, she was less than an hour old and Tom was God knows where I woke up out of the ether with an utterly abandoned feeling and asked the nurse right away if it was a boy or a girl She told me it was a girl, and so I turned my head away and wept ‘All right,’ I said, ‘I’m glad it’s a girl And I hope she’ll be a fool—that’s the best thing a girl can be in this world, a beautiful little fool.’ ‘You see I think everything’s terrible anyhow,’ she went on in a convinced way ‘Everybody thinks so—the most ad- vanced I’ve been everywhere and seen everything and done everything.’ Her eyes flashed around her in a defiant way, rather like Tom’s, and she laughed with thrilling scorn ‘Sophisticated—God, I’m sophisticated!’ The instant her voice broke off, ceasing to compel my Free eBooks at Planet eBook.com 21 attention, my belief, I felt the basic insincerity of what she had said It made me uneasy, as though the whole evening had been a trick of some sort to exact a contributory emo- tion from me I waited, and sure enough, in a moment she looked at me with an absolute smirk on her lovely face as if she had asserted her membership in a rather distinguished secret society to which she and Tom belonged Inside, the crimson room bloomed with light Tom and Miss Baker sat at either end of the long couch and she read aloud to him from the ‘Saturday Evening Post’—the words, murmurous and uninflected, running together in a sooth- ing tune The lamp-light, bright on his boots and dull on the autumn-leaf yellow of her hair, glinted along the paper as she turned a page with a flutter of slender muscles in her arms When we came in she held us silent for a moment with a lifted hand ‘To be continued,’ she said, tossing the magazine on the table, ‘in our very next issue.’ Her body asserted itself with a restless movement of her knee, and she stood up ‘Ten o’clock,’ she finding the time on the ceiling ‘Time for this good girl to go to bed.’ ‘Jordan’s going to play in the tournament tomorrow,’ ex- plained Daisy, ‘over at Westchester.’ ‘Oh,—you’re JORdan Baker.’ I knew now why her face was familiar—its pleasing con- temptuous expression had looked out at me from many rotogravure pictures of the sporting life at Asheville and 22 The Great Gatsby Hot Springs and Palm Beach I had heard some story of her too, a critical, unpleasant story, but what it was I had forgot- ten long ago ‘Good night,’ she said softly ‘Wake me at eight, won’t you.’ ‘If you’ll get up.’ ‘I will Good night, Mr Carraway See you anon.’ ‘Of course you will,’ confirmed Daisy ‘In fact I think I’ll arrange a marriage Come over often, Nick, and I’ll sort of—oh—fling you together You know—lock you up acci- dentally in linen closets and push you out to sea in a boat, and all that sort of thing——‘ ‘Good night,’ called Miss Baker from the stairs ‘I haven’t heard a word.’ ‘She’s a nice girl,’ said Tom after a moment ‘They oughtn’t to let her run around the country this way.’ ‘Who oughtn’t to?’ inquired Daisy coldly ‘Her family.’ ‘Her family is one aunt about a thousand years old Be- sides, Nick’s going to look after her, aren’t you, Nick? She’s going to spend lots of week-ends out here this summer I think the home influence will be very good for her.’ Daisy and Tom loo moment in si- lence ‘Is she from New York?’ I asked quickly ‘From Louisville Our white girlhood was passed togeth- er there Our beautiful white——‘ ‘Did you give Nick a little heart to heart talk on the ve- randa?’ demanded Tom suddenly Free eBooks at Planet eBook.com 23 ‘Did I?’ She looked at me ‘I can’t seem to remember, but I think we talked about the Nordic race Yes, I’m sure we did It sort of crept up on us and first thing you know——‘ ‘Don’t believe everything you hear, Nick,’ he advised me I said lightly that I had heard nothing at all, and a few minutes later I got up to go home They came to the door with me and stood side by side in a cheerful square of light As I started my motor Daisy peremptorily called ‘Wait! ‘I forgot to ask you something, and it’s important We heard you were engaged to a girl out West.’ ‘That’s right,’ corroborated Tom kindly ‘We heard that you were engaged.’ ‘It’s libel I’m too poor.’ ‘But we heard it,’ insisted Daisy, surprising me by open- ing up again in a flower-like way ‘We heard it from three people so it must be true.’ Of course I knew what they were referring to, but I wasn’t even vaguely engaged The fact that gossip had published the banns was one of the reasons I had come east You can’t stop going with an old friend on account of rumors and on the other hand I had no intention of being rumored into marriag touched me and made them less remotely rich—nevertheless, I was confused and a little dis- gusted as I drove away It seemed to me that the thing for Daisy to was to rush out of the house, child in arms—but apparently there were no such intentions in her head As for Tom, the fact that he ‘had some woman in New York’ was 24 The Great Gatsby really less surprising than that he had been depressed by a book Something was making him nibble at the edge of stale ideas as if his sturdy physical egotism no longer nourished his peremptory heart Already it was deep summer on roadhouse roofs and in front of wayside garages, where new red gas-pumps sat out in pools of light, and when I reached my estate at West Egg I ran the car under its shed and sat for a while on an abandoned grass roller in the yard The wind had blown off, leaving a loud bright night with wings beating in the trees and a persistent organ sound as the full bellows of the earth blew the frogs full of life The silhouette of a moving cat wa- vered across the moonlight and turning my head to watch it I saw that I was not alone—fifty feet away a figure had emerged from the shadow of my neighbor’s mansion and was standing with his hands in his pockets regarding the silver pepper of the stars Something in his leisurely move- ments and the secure position of his feet upon the lawn sug Gatsby himself, come out to deter- mine what share was his of our local heavens I decided to call to him Miss Baker had mentioned him at dinner, and that would for an introduction But I didn’t call to him for he gave a sudden intimation that he was content to be alone—he stretched out his arms toward the dark water in a curious way, and far as I was from him I could have sworn he was trembling Involuntarily I glanced seaward—and distinguished nothing except a single green light, minute and far away, that might have been the end of a dock When I looked once more for Gatsby he had van- Free eBooks at Planet eBook.com 25 ished, and I was alone again in the unquiet darkness Khoa Marketing Bộ môn Logistics KD LOGISTICS FOR E-COMMERCE LOGISTICS TRONG THƯƠNG MẠI ĐIỆN TỬ BLOG3021- HP tín Tài liệu tham khảo TT Tên tác giả Năm XB Tên sách, giáo trình, tên báo, văn Giáo trình Giáo trình Thương mại điện Nguyễn Văn 2011 tử Minh Sách, giáo trình tham khảo Lục Thị Thu Quản trị hậu cần 2009 Hường thương mại điện tử Logistics in e-Commerce Paul Sudhakar 2017 Business: Backbone for eCommerce business E-Logistics: Managing Your Stephen Pettit, 2017 Digital Supply Chains for Yingli Wang ( Competitive Advantage NXB, tên tạp chí/ nơi ban hành VB Nhà xuất Thống kê Nhà Xuất Thống kê Tsidkenu Global Kogan Page 8/30/2022 cally ‘It’s about the butler’s nose Do you want to hear about the butler’s nose?’ ‘That’s why I came over tonight.’ ‘Well, he wasn’t always a butler; he used to be the sil- ver polisher for some people in New York that had a silver service for two hundred people He had to polish it from morning till night until finally it began to affect his nose— —‘ ‘Things went from bad to worse,’ suggested Miss Baker ‘Yes Things went from bad to worse until finally he had to give up his position.’ For a moment the last sunshine fell with romantic affec- tion upon her glowing face; her voice compelled me forward breathlessly as I listened—then the glow faded, each light deserting her with lingering regret like children leaving a pleasant street at dusk The butler came back and murmured something close to Tom’s ear whereupon Tom frowned, pushed back his chair and without a word went inside As if his absence quickened something within her Daisy leaned forward again, her voice glowing and singing ‘I love to see you at my table, Nick You remind me of a— of a rose, an absolute rose Doesn’t he?’ She turned to Miss Baker for confirmation ‘An absolute rose?’ This was untrue I am not even faintly like a rose She was only extemporizing but a stirring warmth flowed from her as if her heart was trying to come out to you concealed in one of those breathless, thrilling word threw her napkin on the table and excused herself and 18 The Great Gatsby went into the house Miss Baker and I exchanged a short glance conscious- ly devoid of meaning I was about to speak when she sat up alertly and said ‘Sh!’ in a warning voice A subdued im- passioned murmur was audible in the room beyond and Miss Baker leaned forward, unashamed, trying to hear The murmur trembled on the verge of coherence, sank down, mounted excitedly, and then ceased altogether ‘This Mr Gatsby you spoke of is my neighbor——’ I said ‘Don’t talk I want to hear what happens.’ ‘Is something happening?’ I inquired innocently ‘You mean to say you don’t know?’ said Miss Baker, hon- estly surprised ‘I thought everybody knew.’ ‘I don’t.’ ‘Why——’ she said hesitantly, ‘Tom’s got some woman in New York.’ ‘Got some woman?’ I repeated blankly Miss Baker nodded ‘She might have the decency not to telephone him at din- ner-time Don’t you think?’ Almost before I had grasped her meaning there was the flutter of a dress and the crunch of leather boots and Tom and Daisy were back at the table ‘It couldn’t be helped!’ cried Daisy with tense gayety She sat down, glanced searchingly at Miss Baker and then at me and continued: ‘I looked outdoors for a minute and it’s very romantic outdoors There’s a bird on the lawn that I think must be a nightin Cunard Free eBooks at Planet eBook.com 19 or White Star Line He’s singing away——’ her voice sang ‘——It’s romantic, isn’t it, Tom?’ ‘Very romantic,’ he said, and then miserably to me: ‘If it’s light enough after dinner I want to take you down to the stables.’ The telephone rang inside, startlingly, and as Daisy shook her head decisively at Tom the subject of the stables, in fact all subjects, vanished into air Among the broken fragments of the last five minutes at table I remember the candles being lit again, pointlessly, and I was conscious of wanting to look squarely at every one and yet to avoid all eyes I couldn’t guess what Daisy and Tom were thinking but I doubt if even Miss Baker who seemed to have mastered a certain hardy skepticism was able utterly to put this fifth guest’s shrill me- tallic urgency out of mind To a certain temperament the situation might have seemed intriguing—my own instinct was to telephone immediately for the police The horses, needless to say, were not mentioned again Tom and Miss Baker, with several feet of twilight between them strolled back into the library, as if to a vigil beside a perfectly tangible body, while trying to look pleasantly in- terested and a little deaf I followed Daisy around a chain of connecting verandas to the porch in front In its deep gloom we sat down side by side on a wicker settee Daisy took her f feeling its love- ly shape, and her eyes moved gradually out into the velvet dusk I saw that turbulent emotions possessed her, so I asked what I thought would be some sedative questions about her little girl 20 The Great Gatsby ‘We don’t know each other very well, Nick,’ she said suddenly ‘Even if we are cousins You didn’t come to my wedding.’ ‘I wasn’t back from the war.’ ‘That’s true.’ She hesitated ‘Well, I’ve had a very bad time, Nick, and I’m pretty cynical about everything.’ Evidently she had reason to be I waited but she didn’t say any more, and after a moment I returned rather feebly to the subject of her daughter ‘I suppose she talks, and—eats, and everything.’ ‘Oh, yes.’ She looked at me absently ‘Listen, Nick; let me tell you what I said when she was born Would you like to hear?’ ‘Very much.’ ‘It’ll show you how I’ve gotten to feel about—things Well, she was less than an hour old and Tom was God knows where I woke up out of the ether with an utterly abandoned feeling and asked the nurse right away if it was a boy or a girl She told me it was a girl, and so I turned my head away and wept ‘All right,’ I said, ‘I’m glad it’s a girl And I hope she’ll be a fool—that’s the best thing a girl can be in this world, a beautiful little fool.’ ‘You see I think everything’s terrible anyhow,’ she went on in a convinced way ‘Everybody thinks so—the most ad- vanced I’ve been everywhere and seen everything and done everything.’ Her eyes flashed around her in a defiant way, rather like Tom’s, and she laughed with thrilling scorn ‘Sophisticated—God, I’m sophisticated!’ The instant her voice broke off, ceasing to compel my Free eBooks at Planet eBook.com 21 attention, my belief, I felt the basic insincerity of what she had said It made me uneasy, as though the whole evening had been a trick of some sort to exact a contributory emo- tion from me I waited, and sure enough, in a moment she looked at me with an absolute smirk on her lovely face as if she had asserted her membership in a rather distinguished secret society to which she and Tom belonged Inside, the crimson room bloomed with light Tom and Miss Baker sat at either end of the long couch and she read aloud to him from the ‘Saturday Evening Post’—the words, murmurous and uninflected, running together in a sooth- ing tune The lamp-light, bright on his boots and dull on the autumn-leaf yellow of her hair, glinted along the paper as she turned a page with a flutter of slender muscles in her arms When we came in she held us silent for a moment with a lifted hand ‘To be continued,’ she said, tossing the magazine on the table, ‘in our very next issue.’ Her body asserted itself with a restless movement of her knee, and she stood up ‘Ten o’clock,’ she finding the time on the ceiling ‘Time for this good girl to go to bed.’ ‘Jordan’s going to play in the tournament tomorrow,’ ex- plained Daisy, ‘over at Westchester.’ ‘Oh,—you’re JORdan Baker.’ I knew now why her face was familiar—its pleasing con- temptuous expression had looked out at me from many rotogravure pictures of the sporting life at Asheville and 22 The Great Gatsby Hot Springs and Palm Beach I had heard some story of her too, a critical, unpleasant story, but what it was I had forgot- ten long ago ‘Good night,’ she said softly ‘Wake me at eight, won’t you.’ ‘If you’ll get up.’ ‘I will Good night, Mr Carraway See you anon.’ ‘Of course you will,’ confirmed Daisy ‘In fact I think I’ll arrange a marriage Come over often, Nick, and I’ll sort of—oh—fling you together You know—lock you up acci- dentally in linen closets and push you out to sea in a boat, and all that sort of thing——‘ ‘Good night,’ called Miss Baker from the stairs ‘I haven’t heard a word.’ ‘She’s a nice girl,’ said Tom after a moment ‘They oughtn’t to let her run around the country this way.’ ‘Who oughtn’t to?’ inquired Daisy coldly ‘Her family.’ ‘Her family is one aunt about a thousand years old Be- sides, Nick’s going to look after her, aren’t you, Nick? She’s going to spend lots of week-ends out here this summer I think the home influence will be very good for her.’ Daisy and Tom loo moment in si- lence ‘Is she from New York?’ I asked quickly ‘From Louisville Our white girlhood was passed togeth- er there Our beautiful white——‘ ‘Did you give Nick a little heart to heart talk on the ve- randa?’ demanded Tom suddenly Free eBooks at Planet eBook.com 23 ‘Did I?’ She looked at me ‘I can’t seem to remember, but I think we talked about the Nordic race Yes, I’m sure we did It sort of crept up on us and first thing you know——‘ ‘Don’t believe everything you hear, Nick,’ he advised me I said lightly that I had heard nothing at all, and a few minutes later I got up to go home They came to the door with me and stood side by side in a cheerful square of light As I started my motor Daisy peremptorily called ‘Wait! ‘I forgot to ask you something, and it’s important We heard you were engaged to a girl out West.’ ‘That’s right,’ corroborated Tom kindly ‘We heard that you were engaged.’ ‘It’s libel I’m too poor.’ ‘But we heard it,’ insisted Daisy, surprising me by open- ing up again in a flower-like way ‘We heard it from three people so it must be true.’ Of course I knew what they were referring to, but I wasn’t even vaguely engaged The fact that gossip had published the banns was one of the reasons I had come east You can’t stop going with an old friend on account of rumors and on the other hand I had no intention of being rumored into marriag touched me and made them less remotely rich—nevertheless, I was confused and a little dis- gusted as I drove away It seemed to me that the thing for Daisy to was to rush out of the house, child in arms—but apparently there were no such intentions in her head As for Tom, the fact that he ‘had some woman in New York’ was 24 The Great Gatsby really less surprising than that he had been depressed by a book Something was making him nibble at the edge of stale ideas as if his sturdy physical egotism no longer nourished his peremptory heart Already it was deep summer on roadhouse roofs and in front of wayside garages, where new red gas-pumps sat out in pools of light, and when I reached my estate at West Egg I ran the car under its shed and sat for a while on an abandoned grass roller in the yard The wind had blown off, leaving a loud bright night with wings beating in the trees and a persistent organ sound as the full bellows of the earth blew the frogs full of life The silhouette of a moving cat wa- vered across the moonlight and turning my head to watch it I saw that I was not alone—fifty feet away a figure had emerged from the shadow of my neighbor’s mansion and was standing with his hands in his pockets regarding the silver pepper of the stars Something in his leisurely move- ments and the secure position of his feet upon the lawn sug Gatsby himself, come out to deter- mine what share was his of our local heavens I decided to call to him Miss Baker had mentioned him at dinner, and that would for an introduction But I didn’t call to him for he gave a sudden intimation that he was content to be alone—he stretched out his arms toward the dark water in a curious way, and far as I was from him I could have sworn he was trembling Involuntarily I glanced seaward—and distinguished nothing except a single green light, minute and far away, that might have been the end of a dock When I looked once more for Gatsby he had van- Free eBooks at Planet eBook.com 25 ished, and I was alone again in the unquiet darkness 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 cally ‘It’s about the butler’s nose Do you want to hear about the butler’s nose?’ ‘That’s why I came over tonight.’ ‘Well, he wasn’t always a butler; he used to be the sil- ver polisher for some people in New York that had a silver service for two hundred people He had to polish it from morning till night until finally it began to affect his nose— —‘ ‘Things went from bad to worse,’ suggested Miss Baker ‘Yes Things went from bad to worse until finally he had to give up his position.’ For a moment the last sunshine fell with romantic affec- tion upon her glowing face; her voice compelled me forward breathlessly as I listened—then the glow faded, each light deserting her with lingering regret like children leaving a pleasant street at dusk The butler came back and murmured something close to Tom’s ear whereupon Tom frowned, pushed back his chair and without a word went inside As if his absence quickened something within her Daisy leaned forward again, her voice glowing and singing ‘I love to see you at my table, Nick You remind me of a— of a rose, an absolute rose Doesn’t he?’ She turned to Miss Baker for confirmation ‘An absolute rose?’ This was untrue I am not even faintly like a rose She was only extemporizing but a stirring warmth flowed from her as if her heart was trying to come out to you concealed in one of those breathless, thrilling word threw her napkin on the table and excused herself and 18 The Great Gatsby went into the house Miss Baker and I exchanged a short glance conscious- ly devoid of meaning I was about to speak when she sat up alertly and said ‘Sh!’ in a warning voice A subdued im- passioned murmur was audible in the room beyond and Miss Baker leaned forward, unashamed, trying to hear The murmur trembled on the verge of coherence, sank down, mounted excitedly, and then ceased altogether ‘This Mr Gatsby you spoke of is my neighbor——’ I said ‘Don’t talk I want to hear what happens.’ ‘Is something happening?’ I inquired innocently ‘You mean to say you don’t know?’ said Miss Baker, hon- estly surprised ‘I thought everybody knew.’ ‘I don’t.’ ‘Why——’ she said hesitantly, ‘Tom’s got some woman in New York.’ ‘Got some woman?’ I repeated blankly Miss Baker nodded ‘She might have the decency not to telephone him at din- ner-time Don’t you think?’ Almost before I had grasped her meaning there was the flutter of a dress and the crunch of leather boots and Tom and Daisy were back at the table ‘It couldn’t be helped!’ cried Daisy with tense gayety She sat down, glanced searchingly at Miss Baker and then at me and continued: ‘I looked outdoors for a minute and it’s very romantic outdoors There’s a bird on the lawn that I think must be a nightin Cunard Free eBooks at Planet eBook.com 19 or White Star Line He’s singing away——’ her voice sang ‘——It’s romantic, isn’t it, Tom?’ ‘Very romantic,’ he said, and then miserably to me: ‘If it’s light enough after dinner I want to take you down to the stables.’ The telephone rang inside, startlingly, and as Daisy shook her head decisively at Tom the subject of the stables, in fact all subjects, vanished into air Among the broken fragments of the last five minutes at table I remember the candles being lit again, pointlessly, and I was conscious of wanting to look squarely at every one and yet to avoid all eyes I couldn’t guess what Daisy and Tom were thinking but I doubt if even Miss Baker who seemed to have mastered a certain hardy skepticism was able utterly to put this fifth guest’s shrill me- tallic urgency out of mind To a certain temperament the situation might have seemed intriguing—my own instinct was to telephone immediately for the police The horses, needless to say, were not mentioned again Tom and Miss Baker, with several feet of twilight between them strolled back into the library, as if to a vigil beside a perfectly tangible body, while trying to look pleasantly in- terested and a little deaf I followed Daisy around a chain of connecting verandas to the porch in front In its deep gloom we sat down side by side on a wicker settee Daisy took her f feeling its love- ly shape, and her eyes moved gradually out into the velvet dusk I saw that turbulent emotions possessed her, so I asked what I thought would be some sedative questions about her little girl 20 The Great Gatsby ‘We don’t know each other very well, Nick,’ she said suddenly ‘Even if we are cousins You didn’t come to my wedding.’ ‘I wasn’t back from the war.’ ‘That’s true.’ She hesitated ‘Well, I’ve had a very bad time, Nick, and I’m pretty cynical about everything.’ Evidently she had reason to be I waited but she didn’t say any more, and after a moment I returned rather feebly to the subject of her daughter ‘I suppose she talks, and—eats, and everything.’ ‘Oh, yes.’ She looked at me absently ‘Listen, Nick; let me tell you what I said when she was born Would you like to hear?’ ‘Very much.’ ‘It’ll show you how I’ve gotten to feel about—things Well, she was less than an hour old and Tom was God knows where I woke up out of the ether with an utterly abandoned feeling and asked the nurse right away if it was a boy or a girl She told me it was a girl, and so I turned my head away and wept ‘All right,’ I said, ‘I’m glad it’s a girl And I hope she’ll be a fool—that’s the best thing a girl can be in this world, a beautiful little fool.’ ‘You see I think everything’s terrible anyhow,’ she went on in a convinced way ‘Everybody thinks so—the most ad- vanced I’ve been everywhere and seen everything and done everything.’ Her eyes flashed around her in a defiant way, rather like Tom’s, and she laughed with thrilling scorn ‘Sophisticated—God, I’m sophisticated!’ The instant her voice broke off, ceasing to compel my Free eBooks at Planet eBook.com 21 attention, my belief, I felt the basic insincerity of what she had said It made me uneasy, as though the whole evening had been a trick of some sort to exact a contributory emo- tion from me I waited, and sure enough, in a moment she looked at me with an absolute smirk on her lovely face as if she had asserted her membership in a rather distinguished secret society to which she and Tom belonged Inside, the crimson room bloomed with light Tom and Miss Baker sat at either end of the long couch and she read aloud to him from the ‘Saturday Evening Post’—the words, murmurous and uninflected, running together in a sooth- ing tune The lamp-light, bright on his boots and dull on the autumn-leaf yellow of her hair, glinted along the paper as she turned a page with a flutter of slender muscles in her arms When we came in she held us silent for a moment with a lifted hand ‘To be continued,’ she said, tossing the magazine on the table, ‘in our very next issue.’ Her body asserted itself with a restless movement of her knee, and she stood up ‘Ten o’clock,’ she finding the time on the ceiling ‘Time for this good girl to go to bed.’ ‘Jordan’s going to play in the tournament tomorrow,’ ex- plained Daisy, ‘over at Westchester.’ ‘Oh,—you’re JORdan Baker.’ I knew now why her face was familiar—its pleasing con- temptuous expression had looked out at me from many rotogravure pictures of the sporting life at Asheville and 22 The Great Gatsby Hot Springs and Palm Beach I had heard some story of her too, a critical, unpleasant story, but what it was I had forgot- ten long ago ‘Good night,’ she said softly ‘Wake me at eight, won’t you.’ ‘If you’ll get up.’ ‘I will Good night, Mr Carraway See you anon.’ ‘Of course you will,’ confirmed Daisy ‘In fact I think I’ll arrange a marriage Come over often, Nick, and I’ll sort of—oh—fling you together You know—lock you up acci- dentally in linen closets and push you out to sea in a boat, and all that sort of thing——‘ ‘Good night,’ called Miss Baker from the stairs ‘I haven’t heard a word.’ ‘She’s a nice girl,’ said Tom after a moment ‘They oughtn’t to let her run around the country this way.’ ‘Who oughtn’t to?’ inquired Daisy coldly ‘Her family.’ ‘Her family is one aunt about a thousand years old Be- sides, Nick’s going to look after her, aren’t you, Nick? She’s going to spend lots of week-ends out here this summer I think the home influence will be very good for her.’ Daisy and Tom loo moment in si- lence ‘Is she from New York?’ I asked quickly ‘From Louisville Our white girlhood was passed togeth- er there Our beautiful white——‘ ‘Did you give Nick a little heart to heart talk on the ve- randa?’ demanded Tom suddenly Free eBooks at Planet eBook.com 23 ‘Did I?’ She looked at me ‘I can’t seem to remember, but I think we talked about the Nordic race Yes, I’m sure we did It sort of crept up on us and first thing you know——‘ ‘Don’t believe everything you hear, Nick,’ he advised me I said lightly that I had heard nothing at all, and a few minutes later I got up to go home They came to the door with me and stood side by side in a cheerful square of light As I started my motor Daisy peremptorily called ‘Wait! ‘I forgot to ask you something, and it’s important We heard you were engaged to a girl out West.’ ‘That’s right,’ corroborated Tom kindly ‘We heard that you were engaged.’ ‘It’s libel I’m too poor.’ ‘But we heard it,’ insisted Daisy, surprising me by open- ing up again in a flower-like way ‘We heard it from three people so it must be true.’ Of course I knew what they were referring to, but I wasn’t even vaguely engaged The fact that gossip had published the banns was one of the reasons I had come east You can’t stop going with an old friend on account of rumors and on the other hand I had no intention of being rumored into marriag 1.1 TMĐT VÀ HOẠT ĐỘNG LOGISTICS TRONG TMĐT touched me and made them less remotely rich—nevertheless, I was confused and a little dis- gusted as I drove away It seemed to me that the thing for Daisy to was to rush out of the house, child in arms—but apparently there were no such intentions in her head As for Tom, the fact that he ‘had some woman in New York’ was 24 The Great Gatsby really less surprising than that he had been depressed by a book Something was making him nibble at the edge of stale ideas as if his sturdy physical egotism no longer nourished his peremptory heart Already it was deep summer on roadhouse roofs and in front of wayside garages, where new red gas-pumps sat out in pools of light, and when I reached my estate at West Egg I ran the car under its shed and sat for a while on an abandoned grass roller in the yard The wind had blown off, leaving a loud bright night with wings beating in the trees and a persistent organ sound as the full bellows of the earth blew the frogs full of life The silhouette of a moving cat wa- vered across the moonlight and turning my head to watch it I saw that I was not alone—fifty feet away a figure had emerged from the shadow of my neighbor’s mansion and was standing with his hands in his pockets regarding the silver pepper of the stars Something in his leisurely move- ments and the secure position of his feet upon the lawn sug Gatsby himself, come out to deter- mine what share was his of our local heavens I decided to call to him Miss Baker had mentioned him at dinner, and that would for an introduction But I didn’t call to him for he gave a sudden intimation that he was content to be alone—he stretched out his arms toward the dark water in a curious way, and far as I was from him I could have sworn he was trembling Involuntarily I glanced seaward—and distinguished nothing except a single green light, minute and far away, that might have been the end of a dock When I looked once more for Gatsby he had van- Free eBooks at Planet eBook.com 25 ished, and I was alone again in the unquiet darkness 1.1.1 TMĐT yêu cầu logistics TMĐT Hoạt động TMĐT (Electronic Commerce) việc tiến hành PHÂN ĐỊNH KHÁI NIỆM phần tồn 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 cally ‘It’s about the butler’s nose Do you want to hear about the butler’s nose?’ ‘That’s why I came over tonight.’ ‘Well, he wasn’t always a butler; he used to be the sil- ver polisher for some people in New York that had a silver service for two hundred people He had to polish it from morning till night until finally it began to affect his nose— —‘ ‘Things went from bad to worse,’ suggested Miss Baker ‘Yes Things went from bad to worse until finally he had to give up his position.’ For a moment the last sunshine fell with romantic affec- tion upon her glowing face; her voice compelled me forward breathlessly as I listened—then the glow faded, each light deserting her with lingering regret like children leaving a pleasant street at dusk The butler came back and murmured something close to Tom’s ear whereupon Tom frowned, pushed back his chair and without a word went inside As if his absence quickened something within her Daisy leaned forward again, her voice glowing and singing ‘I love to see you at my table, Nick You remind me of a— of a rose, an absolute rose Doesn’t he?’ She turned to Miss Baker for confirmation ‘An absolute rose?’ This was untrue I am not even faintly like a rose She was only extemporizing but a stirring warmth flowed from her as if her heart was trying to come out to you concealed in one of those breathless, thrilling word threw her napkin on the table and excused herself and 18 The Great Gatsby went into the house Miss Baker and I exchanged a short glance conscious- ly devoid of meaning I was about to speak when she sat up alertly and said ‘Sh!’ in a warning voice A subdued im- passioned murmur was audible in the room beyond and Miss Baker leaned forward, unashamed, trying to hear The murmur trembled on the verge of coherence, sank down, mounted excitedly, and then ceased altogether ‘This Mr Gatsby you spoke of is my neighbor——’ I said ‘Don’t talk I want to hear what happens.’ ‘Is something happening?’ I inquired innocently ‘You mean to say you don’t know?’ said Miss Baker, hon- estly surprised ‘I thought everybody knew.’ ‘I don’t.’ ‘Why——’ she said hesitantly, ‘Tom’s got some woman in New York.’ ‘Got some woman?’ I repeated blankly Miss Baker nodded ‘She might have the decency not to telephone him at din- ner-time Don’t you think?’ Almost before I had grasped her meaning there was the flutter of a dress and the crunch of leather boots and Tom and Daisy were back at the table ‘It couldn’t be helped!’ cried Daisy with tense gayety She sat down, glanced searchingly at Miss Baker and then at me and continued: ‘I looked outdoors for a minute and it’s very romantic outdoors There’s a bird on the lawn that I think must be a nightin Cunard Free eBooks at Planet eBook.com 19 or White Star Line He’s singing away——’ her voice sang ‘——It’s romantic, isn’t it, Tom?’ ‘Very romantic,’ he said, and then miserably to me: ‘If it’s light enough after dinner I want to take you down to the stables.’ The telephone rang inside, startlingly, and as Daisy shook her head decisively at Tom the subject of the stables, in fact all subjects, vanished into air Among the broken fragments of the last five minutes at table I remember the candles being lit again, pointlessly, and I was conscious of wanting to look squarely at every one and yet to avoid all eyes I couldn’t guess what Daisy and Tom were thinking but I doubt if even Miss Baker who seemed to have mastered a certain hardy skepticism was able utterly to put this fifth guest’s shrill me- tallic urgency out of mind To a certain temperament the situation might have seemed intriguing—my own instinct was to telephone immediately for the police The horses, needless to say, were not mentioned again Tom and Miss Baker, with several feet of twilight between them strolled back into the library, as if to a vigil beside a perfectly tangible body, while trying to look pleasantly in- terested and a little deaf I followed Daisy around a chain of connecting verandas to the porch in front In its deep gloom we sat down side by side on a wicker settee Daisy took her f feeling its love- ly shape, and her eyes moved gradually out into the velvet dusk I saw that turbulent emotions possessed her, so I asked what I thought would be some sedative questions about her little girl 20 The Great Gatsby ‘We don’t know each other very well, Nick,’ she said suddenly ‘Even if we are cousins You didn’t come to my wedding.’ ‘I wasn’t back from the war.’ ‘That’s true.’ She hesitated ‘Well, I’ve had a very bad time, Nick, and I’m pretty cynical about everything.’ Evidently she had reason to be I waited but she didn’t say any more, and after a moment I returned rather feebly to the subject of her daughter ‘I suppose she talks, and—eats, and everything.’ ‘Oh, yes.’ She looked at me absently ‘Listen, Nick; let me tell you what I said when she was born Would you like to hear?’ ‘Very much.’ ‘It’ll show you how I’ve gotten to feel about—things Well, she was less than an hour old and Tom was God knows where I woke up out of the ether with an utterly abandoned feeling and asked the nurse right away if it was a boy or a girl She told me it was a girl, and so I turned my head away and wept ‘All right,’ I said, ‘I’m glad it’s a girl And I hope she’ll be a fool—that’s the best thing a girl can be in this world, a beautiful little fool.’ ‘You see I think everything’s terrible anyhow,’ she went on in a convinced way ‘Everybody thinks so—the most ad- vanced I’ve been everywhere and seen everything and done everything.’ Her eyes flashed around her in a defiant way, rather like Tom’s, and she laughed with thrilling scorn ‘Sophisticated—God, I’m sophisticated!’ The instant her voice broke off, ceasing to compel my Free eBooks at Planet eBook.com 21 attention, my belief, I felt the basic insincerity of what she had said It made me uneasy, as though the whole evening had been a trick of some sort to exact a contributory emo- tion from me I waited, and sure enough, in a moment she looked at me with an absolute smirk on her lovely face as if she had asserted her membership in a rather distinguished secret society to which she and Tom belonged Inside, the crimson room bloomed with light Tom and Miss Baker sat at either end of the long couch and she read aloud to him from the ‘Saturday Evening Post’—the words, murmurous and uninflected, running together in a sooth- ing tune The lamp-light, bright on his boots and dull on the autumn-leaf yellow of her hair, glinted along the paper as she turned a page with a flutter of slender muscles in her arms When we came in she held us silent for a moment with a lifted hand ‘To be continued,’ she said, tossing the magazine on the table, ‘in our very next issue.’ Her body asserted itself with a restless movement of her knee, and she stood up ‘Ten o’clock,’ she finding the time on the ceiling ‘Time for this good girl to go to bed.’ ‘Jordan’s going to play in the tournament tomorrow,’ ex- plained Daisy, ‘over at Westchester.’ ‘Oh,—you’re JORdan Baker.’ I knew now why her face was familiar—its pleasing con- temptuous expression had looked out at me from many rotogravure pictures of the sporting life at Asheville and 22 The Great Gatsby Hot Springs and Palm Beach I had heard some story of her too, a critical, unpleasant story, but what it was I had forgot- ten long ago ‘Good night,’ she said softly ‘Wake me at eight, won’t you.’ ‘If you’ll get up.’ ‘I will Good night, Mr Carraway See you anon.’ ‘Of course you will,’ confirmed Daisy ‘In fact I think I’ll arrange a marriage Come over often, Nick, and I’ll sort of—oh—fling you together You know—lock you up acci- dentally in linen closets and push you out to sea in a boat, and all that sort of thing——‘ ‘Good night,’ called Miss Baker from the stairs ‘I haven’t heard a word.’ ‘She’s a nice girl,’ said Tom after a moment ‘They oughtn’t to let her run around the country this way.’ ‘Who oughtn’t to?’ inquired Daisy coldly ‘Her family.’ ‘Her family is one aunt about a thousand years old Be- sides, Nick’s going to look after her, aren’t you, Nick? She’s going to spend lots of week-ends out here this summer I think the home influence will be very good for her.’ Daisy and Tom loo moment in si- lence ‘Is she from New York?’ I asked quickly ‘From Louisville Our white girlhood was passed togeth- er there Our beautiful white——‘ ‘Did you give Nick a little heart to heart talk on the ve- randa?’ demanded Tom suddenly Free eBooks at Planet eBook.com 23 ‘Did I?’ She looked at me ‘I can’t seem to remember, but I think we talked about the Nordic race Yes, I’m sure we did It sort of crept up on us and first thing you know——‘ ‘Don’t believe everything you hear, Nick,’ he advised me I said lightly that I had heard nothing at all, and a few minutes later I got up to go home They came to the door with me and stood side by side in a cheerful square of light As I started my motor Daisy peremptorily called ‘Wait! ‘I forgot to ask you something, and it’s important We heard you were engaged to a girl out West.’ ‘That’s right,’ corroborated Tom kindly ‘We heard that you were engaged.’ ‘It’s libel I’m too poor.’ ‘But we heard it,’ insisted Daisy, surprising me by open- ing up again in a flower-like way ‘We heard it from three people so it must be true.’ Of course I knew what they were referring to, but I wasn’t even vaguely engaged The fact that gossip had published the banns was one of the reasons I had come east You can’t stop going with an old friend on account of rumors and on the other hand I had no intention of being rumored into marriag 1.1 TMĐT VÀ HOẠT ĐỘNG LOGISTICS TRONG TMĐT touched me and made them less remotely rich—nevertheless, I was confused and a little dis- gusted as I drove away It seemed to me that the thing for Daisy to was to rush out of the house, child in arms—but apparently there were no such intentions in her head As for Tom, the fact that he ‘had some woman in New York’ was 24 The Great Gatsby really less surprising than that he had been depressed by a book Something was making him nibble at the edge of stale ideas as if his sturdy physical egotism no longer nourished his peremptory heart Already it was deep summer on roadhouse roofs and in front of wayside garages, where new red gas-pumps sat out in pools of light, and when I reached my estate at West Egg I ran the car under its shed and sat for a while on an abandoned grass roller in the yard The wind had blown off, leaving a loud bright night with wings beating in the trees and a persistent organ sound as the full bellows of the earth blew the frogs full of life The silhouette of a moving cat wa- vered across the moonlight and turning my head to watch it I saw that I was not alone—fifty feet away a figure had emerged from the shadow of my neighbor’s mansion and was standing with his hands in his pockets regarding the silver pepper of the stars Something in his leisurely move- ments and the secure position of his feet upon the lawn sug Gatsby himself, come out to deter- mine what share was his of our local heavens I decided to call to him Miss Baker had mentioned him at dinner, and that would for an introduction But I didn’t call to him for he gave a sudden intimation that he was content to be alone—he stretched out his arms toward the dark water in a curious way, and far as I was from him I could have sworn he was trembling Involuntarily I glanced seaward—and distinguished nothing except a single green light, minute and far away, that might have been the end of a dock When I looked once more for Gatsby he had van- Free eBooks at Planet eBook.com 25 ished, and I was alone again in the unquiet darkness 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 Dịng 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 cally ‘It’s about the butler’s nose Do you want to hear about the butler’s nose?’ ‘That’s why I came over tonight.’ ‘Well, he wasn’t always a butler; he used to be the sil- ver polisher for some people in New York that had a silver service for two hundred people He had to polish it from morning till night until finally it began to affect his nose— —‘ ‘Things went from bad to worse,’ suggested Miss Baker ‘Yes Things went from bad to worse until finally he had to give up his position.’ For a moment the last sunshine fell with romantic affec- tion upon her glowing face; her voice compelled me forward breathlessly as I listened—then the glow faded, each light deserting her with lingering regret like children leaving a pleasant street at dusk The butler came back and murmured something close to Tom’s ear whereupon Tom frowned, pushed back his chair and without a word went inside As if his absence quickened something within her Daisy leaned forward again, her voice glowing and singing ‘I love to see you at my table, Nick You remind me of a— of a rose, an absolute rose Doesn’t he?’ She turned to Miss Baker for confirmation ‘An absolute rose?’ This was untrue I am not even faintly like a rose She was only extemporizing but a stirring warmth flowed from her as if her heart was trying to come out to you concealed in one of those breathless, thrilling word threw her napkin on the table and excused herself and 18 The Great Gatsby went into the house Miss Baker and I exchanged a short glance conscious- ly devoid of meaning I was about to speak when she sat up alertly and said ‘Sh!’ in a warning voice A subdued im- passioned murmur was audible in the room beyond and Miss Baker leaned forward, unashamed, trying to hear The murmur trembled on the verge of coherence, sank down, mounted excitedly, and then ceased altogether ‘This Mr Gatsby you spoke of is my neighbor——’ I said ‘Don’t talk I want to hear what happens.’ ‘Is something happening?’ I inquired innocently ‘You mean to say you don’t know?’ said Miss Baker, hon- estly surprised ‘I thought everybody knew.’ ‘I don’t.’ ‘Why——’ she said hesitantly, ‘Tom’s got some woman in New York.’ ‘Got some woman?’ I repeated blankly Miss Baker nodded ‘She might have the decency not to telephone him at din- ner-time Don’t you think?’ Almost before I had grasped her meaning there was the flutter of a dress and the crunch of leather boots and Tom and Daisy were back at the table ‘It couldn’t be helped!’ cried Daisy with tense gayety She sat down, glanced searchingly at Miss Baker and then at me and continued: ‘I looked outdoors for a minute and it’s very romantic outdoors There’s a bird on the lawn that I think must be a nightin Cunard Free eBooks at Planet eBook.com 19 or White Star Line He’s singing away——’ her voice sang ‘——It’s romantic, isn’t it, Tom?’ ‘Very romantic,’ he said, and then miserably to me: ‘If it’s light enough after dinner I want to take you down to the stables.’ The telephone rang inside, startlingly, and as Daisy shook her head decisively at Tom the subject of the stables, in fact all subjects, vanished into air Among the broken fragments of the last five minutes at table I remember the candles being lit again, pointlessly, and I was conscious of wanting to look squarely at every one and yet to avoid all eyes I couldn’t guess what Daisy and Tom were thinking but I doubt if even Miss Baker who seemed to have mastered a certain hardy skepticism was able utterly to put this fifth guest’s shrill me- tallic urgency out of mind To a certain temperament the situation might have seemed intriguing—my own instinct was to telephone immediately for the police The horses, needless to say, were not mentioned again Tom and Miss Baker, with several feet of twilight between them strolled back into the library, as if to a vigil beside a perfectly tangible body, while trying to look pleasantly in- terested and a little deaf I followed Daisy around a chain of connecting verandas to the porch in front In its deep gloom we sat down side by side on a wicker settee Daisy took her f feeling its love- ly shape, and her eyes moved gradually out into the velvet dusk I saw that turbulent emotions possessed her, so I asked what I thought would be some sedative questions about her little girl 20 The Great Gatsby ‘We don’t know each other very well, Nick,’ she said suddenly ‘Even if we are cousins You didn’t come to my wedding.’ ‘I wasn’t back from the war.’ ‘That’s true.’ She hesitated ‘Well, I’ve had a very bad time, Nick, and I’m pretty cynical about everything.’ Evidently she had reason to be I waited but she didn’t say any more, and after a moment I returned rather feebly to the subject of her daughter ‘I suppose she talks, and—eats, and everything.’ ‘Oh, yes.’ She looked at me absently ‘Listen, Nick; let me tell you what I said when she was born Would you like to hear?’ ‘Very much.’ ‘It’ll show you how I’ve gotten to feel about—things Well, she was less than an hour old and Tom was God knows where I woke up out of the ether with an utterly abandoned feeling and asked the nurse right away if it was a boy or a girl She told me it was a girl, and so I turned my head away and wept ‘All right,’ I said, ‘I’m glad it’s a girl And I hope she’ll be a fool—that’s the best thing a girl can be in this world, a beautiful little fool.’ ‘You see I think everything’s terrible anyhow,’ she went on in a convinced way ‘Everybody thinks so—the most ad- vanced I’ve been everywhere and seen everything and done everything.’ Her eyes flashed around her in a defiant way, rather like Tom’s, and she laughed with thrilling scorn ‘Sophisticated—God, I’m sophisticated!’ The instant her voice broke off, ceasing to compel my Free eBooks at Planet eBook.com 21 attention, my belief, I felt the basic insincerity of what she had said It made me uneasy, as though the whole evening had been a trick of some sort to exact a contributory emo- tion from me I waited, and sure enough, in a moment she looked at me with an absolute smirk on her lovely face as if she had asserted her membership in a rather distinguished secret society to which she and Tom belonged Inside, the crimson room bloomed with light Tom and Miss Baker sat at either end of the long couch and she read aloud to him from the ‘Saturday Evening Post’—the words, murmurous and uninflected, running together in a sooth- ing tune The lamp-light, bright on his boots and dull on the autumn-leaf yellow of her hair, glinted along the paper as she turned a page with a flutter of slender muscles in her arms When we came in she held us silent for a moment with a lifted hand ‘To be continued,’ she said, tossing the magazine on the table, ‘in our very next issue.’ Her body asserted itself with a restless movement of her knee, and she stood up ‘Ten o’clock,’ she finding the time on the ceiling ‘Time for this good girl to go to bed.’ ‘Jordan’s going to play in the tournament tomorrow,’ ex- plained Daisy, ‘over at Westchester.’ ‘Oh,—you’re JORdan Baker.’ I knew now why her face was familiar—its pleasing con- temptuous expression had looked out at me from many rotogravure pictures of the sporting life at Asheville and 22 The Great Gatsby Hot Springs and Palm Beach I had heard some story of her too, a critical, unpleasant story, but what it was I had forgot- ten long ago ‘Good night,’ she said softly ‘Wake me at eight, won’t you.’ ‘If you’ll get up.’ ‘I will Good night, Mr Carraway See you anon.’ ‘Of course you will,’ confirmed Daisy ‘In fact I think I’ll arrange a marriage Come over often, Nick, and I’ll sort of—oh—fling you together You know—lock you up acci- dentally in linen closets and push you out to sea in a boat, and all that sort of thing——‘ ‘Good night,’ called Miss Baker from the stairs ‘I haven’t heard a word.’ ‘She’s a nice girl,’ said Tom after a moment ‘They oughtn’t to let her run around the country this way.’ ‘Who oughtn’t to?’ inquired Daisy coldly ‘Her family.’ ‘Her family is one aunt about a thousand years old Be- sides, Nick’s going to look after her, aren’t you, Nick? She’s going to spend lots of week-ends out here this summer I think the home influence will be very good for her.’ Daisy and Tom loo moment in si- lence ‘Is she from New York?’ I asked quickly ‘From Louisville Our white girlhood was passed togeth- er there Our beautiful white——‘ ‘Did you give Nick a little heart to heart talk on the ve- randa?’ demanded Tom suddenly Free eBooks at Planet eBook.com 23 ‘Did I?’ She looked at me ‘I can’t seem to remember, but I think we talked about the Nordic race Yes, I’m sure we did It sort of crept up on us and first thing you know——‘ ‘Don’t believe everything you hear, Nick,’ he advised me I said lightly that I had heard nothing at all, and a few minutes later I got up to go home They came to the door with me and stood side by side in a cheerful square of light As I started my motor Daisy peremptorily called ‘Wait! ‘I forgot to ask you something, and it’s important We heard you were engaged to a girl out West.’ ‘That’s right,’ corroborated Tom kindly ‘We heard that you were engaged.’ ‘It’s libel I’m too poor.’ ‘But we heard it,’ insisted Daisy, surprising me by open- ing up again in a flower-like way ‘We heard it from three people so it must be true.’ Of course I knew what they were referring to, but I wasn’t even vaguely engaged The fact that gossip had published the banns was one of the reasons I had come east You can’t stop going with an old friend on account of rumors and on the other hand I had no intention of being rumored into marriag 1.1 TMĐT VÀ HOẠT ĐỘNG LOGISTICS TRONG TMĐT touched me and made them less remotely rich—nevertheless, I was confused and a little dis- gusted as I drove away It seemed to me that the thing for Daisy to was to rush out of the house, child in arms—but apparently there were no such intentions in her head As for Tom, the fact that he ‘had some woman in New York’ was 24 The Great Gatsby really less surprising than that he had been depressed by a book Something was making him nibble at the edge of stale ideas as if his sturdy physical egotism no longer nourished his peremptory heart Already it was deep summer on roadhouse roofs and in front of wayside garages, where new red gas-pumps sat out in pools of light, and when I reached my estate at West Egg I ran the car under its shed and sat for a while on an abandoned grass roller in the yard The wind had blown off, leaving a loud bright night with wings beating in the trees and a persistent organ sound as the full bellows of the earth blew the frogs full of life The silhouette of a moving cat wa- vered across the moonlight and turning my head to watch it I saw that I was not alone—fifty feet away a figure had emerged from the shadow of my neighbor’s mansion and was standing with his hands in his pockets regarding the silver pepper of the stars Something in his leisurely move- ments and the secure position of his feet upon the lawn sug Gatsby himself, come out to deter- mine what share was his of our local heavens I decided to call to him Miss Baker had mentioned him at dinner, and that would for an introduction But I didn’t call to him for he gave a sudden intimation that he was content to be alone—he stretched out his arms toward the dark water in a curious way, and far as I was from him I could have sworn he was trembling Involuntarily I glanced seaward—and distinguished nothing except a single green light, minute and far away, that might have been the end of a dock When I looked once more for Gatsby he had van- Free eBooks at Planet eBook.com 25 ished, and I was alone again in the unquiet darkness 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 đoán 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 Mô 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 thơng 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 cally ‘It’s about the butler’s nose Do you want to hear about the butler’s nose?’ ‘That’s why I came over tonight.’ ‘Well, he wasn’t always a butler; he used to be the sil- ver polisher for some people in New York that had a silver service for two hundred people He had to polish it from morning till night until finally it began to affect his nose— —‘ ‘Things went from bad to worse,’ suggested Miss Baker ‘Yes Things went from bad to worse until finally he had to give up his position.’ For a moment the last sunshine fell with romantic affec- tion upon her glowing face; her voice compelled me forward breathlessly as I listened—then the glow faded, each light deserting her with lingering regret like children leaving a pleasant street at dusk The butler came back and murmured something close to Tom’s ear whereupon Tom frowned, pushed back his chair and without a word went inside As if his absence quickened something within her Daisy leaned forward again, her voice glowing and singing ‘I love to see you at my table, Nick You remind me of a— of a rose, an absolute rose Doesn’t he?’ She turned to Miss Baker for confirmation ‘An absolute rose?’ This was untrue I am not even faintly like a rose She was only extemporizing but a stirring warmth flowed from her as if her heart was trying to come out to you concealed in one of those breathless, thrilling word threw her napkin on the table and excused herself and 18 The Great Gatsby went into the house Miss Baker and I exchanged a short glance conscious- ly devoid of meaning I was about to speak when she sat up alertly and said ‘Sh!’ in a warning voice A subdued im- passioned murmur was audible in the room beyond and Miss Baker leaned forward, unashamed, trying to hear The murmur trembled on the verge of coherence, sank down, mounted excitedly, and then ceased altogether ‘This Mr Gatsby you spoke of is my neighbor——’ I said ‘Don’t talk I want to hear what happens.’ ‘Is something happening?’ I inquired innocently ‘You mean to say you don’t know?’ said Miss Baker, hon- estly surprised ‘I thought everybody knew.’ ‘I don’t.’ ‘Why——’ she said hesitantly, ‘Tom’s got some woman in New York.’ ‘Got some woman?’ I repeated blankly Miss Baker nodded ‘She might have the decency not to telephone him at din- ner-time Don’t you think?’ Almost before I had grasped her meaning there was the flutter of a dress and the crunch of leather boots and Tom and Daisy were back at the table ‘It couldn’t be helped!’ cried Daisy with tense gayety She sat down, glanced searchingly at Miss Baker and then at me and continued: ‘I looked outdoors for a minute and it’s very romantic outdoors There’s a bird on the lawn that I think must be a nightin Cunard Free eBooks at Planet eBook.com 19 or White Star Line He’s singing away——’ her voice sang ‘——It’s romantic, isn’t it, Tom?’ ‘Very romantic,’ he said, and then miserably to me: ‘If it’s light enough after dinner I want to take you down to the stables.’ The telephone rang inside, startlingly, and as Daisy shook her head decisively at Tom the subject of the stables, in fact all subjects, vanished into air Among the broken fragments of the last five minutes at table I remember the candles being lit again, pointlessly, and I was conscious of wanting to look squarely at every one and yet to avoid all eyes I couldn’t guess what Daisy and Tom were thinking but I doubt if even Miss Baker who seemed to have mastered a certain hardy skepticism was able utterly to put this fifth guest’s shrill me- tallic urgency out of mind To a certain temperament the situation might have seemed intriguing—my own instinct was to telephone immediately for the police The horses, needless to say, were not mentioned again Tom and Miss Baker, with several feet of twilight between them strolled back into the library, as if to a vigil beside a perfectly tangible body, while trying to look pleasantly in- terested and a little deaf I followed Daisy around a chain of connecting verandas to the porch in front In its deep gloom we sat down side by side on a wicker settee Daisy took her f feeling its love- ly shape, and her eyes moved gradually out into the velvet dusk I saw that turbulent emotions possessed her, so I asked what I thought would be some sedative questions about her little girl 20 The Great Gatsby ‘We don’t know each other very well, Nick,’ she said suddenly ‘Even if we are cousins You didn’t come to my wedding.’ ‘I wasn’t back from the war.’ ‘That’s true.’ She hesitated ‘Well, I’ve had a very bad time, Nick, and I’m pretty cynical about everything.’ Evidently she had reason to be I waited but she didn’t say any more, and after a moment I returned rather feebly to the subject of her daughter ‘I suppose she talks, and—eats, and everything.’ ‘Oh, yes.’ She looked at me absently ‘Listen, Nick; let me tell you what I said when she was born Would you like to hear?’ ‘Very much.’ ‘It’ll show you how I’ve gotten to feel about—things Well, she was less than an hour old and Tom was God knows where I woke up out of the ether with an utterly abandoned feeling and asked the nurse right away if it was a boy or a girl She told me it was a girl, and so I turned my head away and wept ‘All right,’ I said, ‘I’m glad it’s a girl And I hope she’ll be a fool—that’s the best thing a girl can be in this world, a beautiful little fool.’ ‘You see I think everything’s terrible anyhow,’ she went on in a convinced way ‘Everybody thinks so—the most ad- vanced I’ve been everywhere and seen everything and done everything.’ Her eyes flashed around her in a defiant way, rather like Tom’s, and she laughed with thrilling scorn ‘Sophisticated—God, I’m sophisticated!’ The instant her voice broke off, ceasing to compel my Free eBooks at Planet eBook.com 21 attention, my belief, I felt the basic insincerity of what she had said It made me uneasy, as though the whole evening had been a trick of some sort to exact a contributory emo- tion from me I waited, and sure enough, in a moment she looked at me with an absolute smirk on her lovely face as if she had asserted her membership in a rather distinguished secret society to which she and Tom belonged Inside, the crimson room bloomed with light Tom and Miss Baker sat at either end of the long couch and she read aloud to him from the ‘Saturday Evening Post’—the words, murmurous and uninflected, running together in a sooth- ing tune The lamp-light, bright on his boots and dull on the autumn-leaf yellow of her hair, glinted along the paper as she turned a page with a flutter of slender muscles in her arms When we came in she held us silent for a moment with a lifted hand ‘To be continued,’ she said, tossing the magazine on the table, ‘in our very next issue.’ Her body asserted itself with a restless movement of her knee, and she stood up ‘Ten o’clock,’ she finding the time on the ceiling ‘Time for this good girl to go to bed.’ ‘Jordan’s going to play in the tournament tomorrow,’ ex- plained Daisy, ‘over at Westchester.’ ‘Oh,—you’re JORdan Baker.’ I knew now why her face was familiar—its pleasing con- temptuous expression had looked out at me from many rotogravure pictures of the sporting life at Asheville and 22 The Great Gatsby Hot Springs and Palm Beach I had heard some story of her too, a critical, unpleasant story, but what it was I had forgot- ten long ago ‘Good night,’ she said softly ‘Wake me at eight, won’t you.’ ‘If you’ll get up.’ ‘I will Good night, Mr Carraway See you anon.’ ‘Of course you will,’ confirmed Daisy ‘In fact I think I’ll arrange a marriage Come over often, Nick, and I’ll sort of—oh—fling you together You know—lock you up acci- dentally in linen closets and push you out to sea in a boat, and all that sort of thing——‘ ‘Good night,’ called Miss Baker from the stairs ‘I haven’t heard a word.’ ‘She’s a nice girl,’ said Tom after a moment ‘They oughtn’t to let her run around the country this way.’ ‘Who oughtn’t to?’ inquired Daisy coldly ‘Her family.’ ‘Her family is one aunt about a thousand years old Be- sides, Nick’s going to look after her, aren’t you, Nick? She’s going to spend lots of week-ends out here this summer I think the home influence will be very good for her.’ Daisy and Tom loo moment in si- lence ‘Is she from New York?’ I asked quickly ‘From Louisville Our white girlhood was passed togeth- er there Our beautiful white——‘ ‘Did you give Nick a little heart to heart talk on the ve- randa?’ demanded Tom suddenly Free eBooks at Planet eBook.com 23 ‘Did I?’ She looked at me ‘I can’t seem to remember, but I think we talked about the Nordic race Yes, I’m sure we did It sort of crept up on us and first thing you know——‘ ‘Don’t believe everything you hear, Nick,’ he advised me I said lightly that I had heard nothing at all, and a few minutes later I got up to go home They came to the door with me and stood side by side in a cheerful square of light As I started my motor Daisy peremptorily called ‘Wait! ‘I forgot to ask you something, and it’s important We heard you were engaged to a girl out West.’ ‘That’s right,’ corroborated Tom kindly ‘We heard that you were engaged.’ ‘It’s libel I’m too poor.’ ‘But we heard it,’ insisted Daisy, surprising me by open- ing up again in a flower-like way ‘We heard it from three people so it must be true.’ Of course I knew what they were referring to, but I wasn’t even vaguely engaged The fact that gossip had published the banns was one of the reasons I had come east You can’t stop going with an old friend on account of rumors and on the other hand I had no intention of being rumored into marriag touched me and made them less remotely rich—nevertheless, I was confused and a little dis- gusted as I drove away It seemed to me that the thing for Daisy to was to rush out of the house, child in arms—but apparently there were no such intentions in her head As for Tom, the fact that he ‘had some woman in New York’ was 24 The Great Gatsby really less surprising than that he had been depressed by a book Something was making him nibble at the edge of stale ideas as if his sturdy physical egotism no longer nourished his peremptory heart Already it was deep summer on roadhouse roofs and in front of wayside garages, where new red gas-pumps sat out in pools of light, and when I reached my estate at West Egg I ran the car under its shed and sat for a while on an abandoned grass roller in the yard The wind had blown off, leaving a loud bright night with wings beating in the trees and a persistent organ sound as the full bellows of the earth blew the frogs full of life The silhouette of a moving cat wa- vered across the moonlight and turning my head to watch it I saw that I was not alone—fifty feet away a figure had emerged from the shadow of my neighbor’s mansion and was standing with his hands in his pockets regarding the silver pepper of the stars Something in his leisurely move- ments and the secure position of his feet upon the lawn sug 1.2 CÁC QUÁ TRÌNH E LOGISTICS TẠI DN VÀ KÊNH PHÂN PHỐI Gatsby himself, come out to deter- mine what share was his of our local heavens I decided to call to him Miss Baker had mentioned him at dinner, and that would for an introduction But I didn’t call to him for he gave a sudden intimation that he was content to be alone—he stretched out his arms toward the dark water in a curious way, and far as I was from him I could have sworn he was trembling Involuntarily I glanced seaward—and distinguished nothing except a single green light, minute and far away, that might have been the end of a dock When I looked once more for Gatsby he had van- Free eBooks at Planet eBook.com 25 ished, and I was alone again in the unquiet darkness 1.2.1 Quá trình E logistics doanh nghiệp E LOGISTICS Logistics đầu vào (e-procurement) Con người Cơng 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 Công ti Mua B2B B2B Bán B2C Nhà cung ứng Nhà cung ứng extran et Intran et Khách hàng Khách hàng Intern et Con người Công 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 QUÁ 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 cally ‘It’s about the butler’s nose Do you want to hear about the butler’s nose?’ ‘That’s why I came over tonight.’ ‘Well, he wasn’t always a butler; he used to be the sil- ver polisher for some people in New York that had a silver service for two hundred people He had to polish it from morning till night until finally it began to affect his nose— —‘ ‘Things went from bad to worse,’ suggested Miss Baker ‘Yes Things went from bad to worse until finally he had to give up his position.’ For a moment the last sunshine fell with romantic affec- tion upon her glowing face; her voice compelled me forward breathlessly as I listened—then the glow faded, each light deserting her with lingering regret like children leaving a pleasant street at dusk The butler came back and murmured something close to Tom’s ear whereupon Tom frowned, pushed back his chair and without a word went inside As if his absence quickened something within her Daisy leaned forward again, her voice glowing and singing ‘I love to see you at my table, Nick You remind me of a— of a rose, an absolute rose Doesn’t he?’ She turned to Miss Baker for confirmation ‘An absolute rose?’ This was untrue I am not even faintly like a rose She was only extemporizing but a stirring warmth flowed from her as if her heart was trying to come out to you concealed in one of those breathless, thrilling word threw her napkin on the table and excused herself and 18 The Great Gatsby went into the house Miss Baker and I exchanged a short glance conscious- ly devoid of meaning I was about to speak when she sat up alertly and said ‘Sh!’ in a warning voice A subdued im- passioned murmur was audible in the room beyond and Miss Baker leaned forward, unashamed, trying to hear The murmur trembled on the verge of coherence, sank down, mounted excitedly, and then ceased altogether ‘This Mr Gatsby you spoke of is my neighbor——’ I said ‘Don’t talk I want to hear what happens.’ ‘Is something happening?’ I inquired innocently ‘You mean to say you don’t know?’ said Miss Baker, hon- estly surprised ‘I thought everybody knew.’ ‘I don’t.’ ‘Why——’ she said hesitantly, ‘Tom’s got some woman in New York.’ ‘Got some woman?’ I repeated blankly Miss Baker nodded ‘She might have the decency not to telephone him at din- ner-time Don’t you think?’ Almost before I had grasped her meaning there was the flutter of a dress and the crunch of leather boots and Tom and Daisy were back at the table ‘It couldn’t be helped!’ cried Daisy with tense gayety She sat down, glanced searchingly at Miss Baker and then at me and continued: ‘I looked outdoors for a minute and it’s very romantic outdoors There’s a bird on the lawn that I think must be a nightin Cunard Free eBooks at Planet eBook.com 19 or White Star Line He’s singing away——’ her voice sang ‘——It’s romantic, isn’t it, Tom?’ ‘Very romantic,’ he said, and then miserably to me: ‘If it’s light enough after dinner I want to take you down to the stables.’ The telephone rang inside, startlingly, and as Daisy shook her head decisively at Tom the subject of the stables, in fact all subjects, vanished into air Among the broken fragments of the last five minutes at table I remember the candles being lit again, pointlessly, and I was conscious of wanting to look squarely at every one and yet to avoid all eyes I couldn’t guess what Daisy and Tom were thinking but I doubt if even Miss Baker who seemed to have mastered a certain hardy skepticism was able utterly to put this fifth guest’s shrill me- tallic urgency out of mind To a certain temperament the situation might have seemed intriguing—my own instinct was to telephone immediately for the police The horses, needless to say, were not mentioned again Tom and Miss Baker, with several feet of twilight between them strolled back into the library, as if to a vigil beside a perfectly tangible body, while trying to look pleasantly in- terested and a little deaf I followed Daisy around a chain of connecting verandas to the porch in front In its deep gloom we sat down side by side on a wicker settee Daisy took her f feeling its love- ly shape, and her eyes moved gradually out into the velvet dusk I saw that turbulent emotions possessed her, so I asked what I thought would be some sedative questions about her little girl 20 The Great Gatsby ‘We don’t know each other very well, Nick,’ she said suddenly ‘Even if we are cousins You didn’t come to my wedding.’ ‘I wasn’t back from the war.’ ‘That’s true.’ She hesitated ‘Well, I’ve had a very bad time, Nick, and I’m pretty cynical about everything.’ Evidently she had reason to be I waited but she didn’t say any more, and after a moment I returned rather feebly to the subject of her daughter ‘I suppose she talks, and—eats, and everything.’ ‘Oh, yes.’ She looked at me absently ‘Listen, Nick; let me tell you what I said when she was born Would you like to hear?’ ‘Very much.’ ‘It’ll show you how I’ve gotten to feel about—things Well, she was less than an hour old and Tom was God knows where I woke up out of the ether with an utterly abandoned feeling and asked the nurse right away if it was a boy or a girl She told me it was a girl, and so I turned my head away and wept ‘All right,’ I said, ‘I’m glad it’s a girl And I hope she’ll be a fool—that’s the best thing a girl can be in this world, a beautiful little fool.’ ‘You see I think everything’s terrible anyhow,’ she went on in a convinced way ‘Everybody thinks so—the most ad- vanced I’ve been everywhere and seen everything and done everything.’ Her eyes flashed around her in a defiant way, rather like Tom’s, and she laughed with thrilling scorn ‘Sophisticated—God, I’m sophisticated!’ The instant her voice broke off, ceasing to compel my Free eBooks at Planet eBook.com 21 attention, my belief, I felt the basic insincerity of what she had said It made me uneasy, as though the whole evening had been a trick of some sort to exact a contributory emo- tion from me I waited, and sure enough, in a moment she looked at me with an absolute smirk on her lovely face as if she had asserted her membership in a rather distinguished secret society to which she and Tom belonged Inside, the crimson room bloomed with light Tom and Miss Baker sat at either end of the long couch and she read aloud to him from the ‘Saturday Evening Post’—the words, murmurous and uninflected, running together in a sooth- ing tune The lamp-light, bright on his boots and dull on the autumn-leaf yellow of her hair, glinted along the paper as she turned a page with a flutter of slender muscles in her arms When we came in she held us silent for a moment with a lifted hand ‘To be continued,’ she said, tossing the magazine on the table, ‘in our very next issue.’ Her body asserted itself with a restless movement of her knee, and she stood up ‘Ten o’clock,’ she finding the time on the ceiling ‘Time for this good girl to go to bed.’ ‘Jordan’s going to play in the tournament tomorrow,’ ex- plained Daisy, ‘over at Westchester.’ ‘Oh,—you’re JORdan Baker.’ I knew now why her face was familiar—its pleasing con- temptuous expression had looked out at me from many rotogravure pictures of the sporting life at Asheville and 22 The Great Gatsby Hot Springs and Palm Beach I had heard some story of her too, a critical, unpleasant story, but what it was I had forgot- ten long ago ‘Good night,’ she said softly ‘Wake me at eight, won’t you.’ ‘If you’ll get up.’ ‘I will Good night, Mr Carraway See you anon.’ ‘Of course you will,’ confirmed Daisy ‘In fact I think I’ll arrange a marriage Come over often, Nick, and I’ll sort of—oh—fling you together You know—lock you up acci- dentally in linen closets and push you out to sea in a boat, and all that sort of thing——‘ ‘Good night,’ called Miss Baker from the stairs ‘I haven’t heard a word.’ ‘She’s a nice girl,’ said Tom after a moment ‘They oughtn’t to let her run around the country this way.’ ‘Who oughtn’t to?’ inquired Daisy coldly ‘Her family.’ ‘Her family is one aunt about a thousand years old Be- sides, Nick’s going to look after her, aren’t you, Nick? She’s going to spend lots of week-ends out here this summer I think the home influence will be very good for her.’ Daisy and Tom loo moment in si- lence ‘Is she from New York?’ I asked quickly ‘From Louisville Our white girlhood was passed togeth- er there Our beautiful white——‘ ‘Did you give Nick a little heart to heart talk on the ve- randa?’ demanded Tom suddenly Free eBooks at Planet eBook.com 23 ‘Did I?’ She looked at me ‘I can’t seem to remember, but I think we talked about the Nordic race Yes, I’m sure we did It sort of crept up on us and first thing you know——‘ ‘Don’t believe everything you hear, Nick,’ he advised me I said lightly that I had heard nothing at all, and a few minutes later I got up to go home They came to the door with me and stood side by side in a cheerful square of light As I started my motor Daisy peremptorily called ‘Wait! ‘I forgot to ask you something, and it’s important We heard you were engaged to a girl out West.’ ‘That’s right,’ corroborated Tom kindly ‘We heard that you were engaged.’ ‘It’s libel I’m too poor.’ ‘But we heard it,’ insisted Daisy, surprising me by open- ing up again in a flower-like way ‘We heard it from three people so it must be true.’ Of course I knew what they were referring to, but I wasn’t even vaguely engaged The fact that gossip had published the banns was one of the reasons I had come east You can’t stop going with an old friend on account of rumors and on the other hand I had no intention of being rumored into marriag touched me and made them less remotely rich—nevertheless, I was confused and a little dis- gusted as I drove away It seemed to me that the thing for Daisy to was to rush out of the house, child in arms—but apparently there were no such intentions in her head As for Tom, the fact that he ‘had some woman in New York’ was 24 The Great Gatsby really less surprising than that he had been depressed by a book Something was making him nibble at the edge of stale ideas as if his sturdy physical egotism no longer nourished his peremptory heart Already it was deep summer on roadhouse roofs and in front of wayside garages, where new red gas-pumps sat out in pools of light, and when I reached my estate at West Egg I ran the car under its shed and sat for a while on an abandoned grass roller in the yard The wind had blown off, leaving a loud bright night with wings beating in the trees and a persistent organ sound as the full bellows of the earth blew the frogs full of life The silhouette of a moving cat wa- vered across the moonlight and turning my head to watch it I saw that I was not alone—fifty feet away a figure had emerged from the shadow of my neighbor’s mansion and was standing with his hands in his pockets regarding the silver pepper of the stars Something in his leisurely move- ments and the secure position of his feet upon the lawn sug 1.3 NHỮNG THAY ĐỔI VÀ CẤU TRÚC KẾT HỢP TRONG E LOGISTICS Gatsby himself, come out to deter- mine what share was his of our local heavens I decided to call to him Miss Baker had mentioned him at dinner, and that would for an introduction But I didn’t call to him for he gave a sudden intimation that he was content to be alone—he stretched out his arms toward the dark water in a curious way, and far as I was from him I could have sworn he was trembling Involuntarily I glanced seaward—and distinguished nothing except a single green light, minute and far away, that might have been the end of a dock When I looked once more for Gatsby he had van- Free eBooks at Planet eBook.com 25 ished, and I was alone again in the unquiet darkness 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 cally ‘It’s about the butler’s nose Do you want to hear about the butler’s nose?’ ‘That’s why I came over tonight.’ ‘Well, he wasn’t always a butler; he used to be the sil- ver polisher for some people in New York that had a silver service for two hundred people He had to polish it from morning till night until finally it began to affect his nose— —‘ ‘Things went from bad to worse,’ suggested Miss Baker ‘Yes Things went from bad to worse until finally he had to give up his position.’ For a moment the last sunshine fell with romantic affec- tion upon her glowing face; her voice compelled me forward breathlessly as I listened—then the glow faded, each light deserting her with lingering regret like children leaving a pleasant street at dusk The butler came back and murmured something close to Tom’s ear whereupon Tom frowned, pushed back his chair and without a word went inside As if his absence quickened something within her Daisy leaned forward again, her voice glowing and singing ‘I love to see you at my table, Nick You remind me of a— of a rose, an absolute rose Doesn’t he?’ She turned to Miss Baker for confirmation ‘An absolute rose?’ This was untrue I am not even faintly like a rose She was only extemporizing but a stirring warmth flowed from her as if her heart was trying to come out to you concealed in one of those breathless, thrilling word threw her napkin on the table and excused herself and 18 The Great Gatsby went into the house Miss Baker and I exchanged a short glance conscious- ly devoid of meaning I was about to speak when she sat up alertly and said ‘Sh!’ in a warning voice A subdued im- passioned murmur was audible in the room beyond and Miss Baker leaned forward, unashamed, trying to hear The murmur trembled on the verge of coherence, sank down, mounted excitedly, and then ceased altogether ‘This Mr Gatsby you spoke of is my neighbor——’ I said ‘Don’t talk I want to hear what happens.’ ‘Is something happening?’ I inquired innocently ‘You mean to say you don’t know?’ said Miss Baker, hon- estly surprised ‘I thought everybody knew.’ ‘I don’t.’ ‘Why——’ she said hesitantly, ‘Tom’s got some woman in New York.’ ‘Got some woman?’ I repeated blankly Miss Baker nodded ‘She might have the decency not to telephone him at din- ner-time Don’t you think?’ Almost before I had grasped her meaning there was the flutter of a dress and the crunch of leather boots and Tom and Daisy were back at the table ‘It couldn’t be helped!’ cried Daisy with tense gayety She sat down, glanced searchingly at Miss Baker and then at me and continued: ‘I looked outdoors for a minute and it’s very romantic outdoors There’s a bird on the lawn that I think must be a nightin Cunard Free eBooks at Planet eBook.com 19 or White Star Line He’s singing away——’ her voice sang ‘——It’s romantic, isn’t it, Tom?’ ‘Very romantic,’ he said, and then miserably to me: ‘If it’s light enough after dinner I want to take you down to the stables.’ The telephone rang inside, startlingly, and as Daisy shook her head decisively at Tom the subject of the stables, in fact all subjects, vanished into air Among the broken fragments of the last five minutes at table I remember the candles being lit again, pointlessly, and I was conscious of wanting to look squarely at every one and yet to avoid all eyes I couldn’t guess what Daisy and Tom were thinking but I doubt if even Miss Baker who seemed to have mastered a certain hardy skepticism was able utterly to put this fifth guest’s shrill me- tallic urgency out of mind To a certain temperament the situation might have seemed intriguing—my own instinct was to telephone immediately for the police The horses, needless to say, were not mentioned again Tom and Miss Baker, with several feet of twilight between them strolled back into the library, as if to a vigil beside a perfectly tangible body, while trying to look pleasantly in- terested and a little deaf I followed Daisy around a chain of connecting verandas to the porch in front In its deep gloom we sat down side by side on a wicker settee Daisy took her f feeling its love- ly shape, and her eyes moved gradually out into the velvet dusk I saw that turbulent emotions possessed her, so I asked what I thought would be some sedative questions about her little girl 20 The Great Gatsby ‘We don’t know each other very well, Nick,’ she said suddenly ‘Even if we are cousins You didn’t come to my wedding.’ ‘I wasn’t back from the war.’ ‘That’s true.’ She hesitated ‘Well, I’ve had a very bad time, Nick, and I’m pretty cynical about everything.’ Evidently she had reason to be I waited but she didn’t say any more, and after a moment I returned rather feebly to the subject of her daughter ‘I suppose she talks, and—eats, and everything.’ ‘Oh, yes.’ She looked at me absently ‘Listen, Nick; let me tell you what I said when she was born Would you like to hear?’ ‘Very much.’ ‘It’ll show you how I’ve gotten to feel about—things Well, she was less than an hour old and Tom was God knows where I woke up out of the ether with an utterly abandoned feeling and asked the nurse right away if it was a boy or a girl She told me it was a girl, and so I turned my head away and wept ‘All right,’ I said, ‘I’m glad it’s a girl And I hope she’ll be a fool—that’s the best thing a girl can be in this world, a beautiful little fool.’ ‘You see I think everything’s terrible anyhow,’ she went on in a convinced way ‘Everybody thinks so—the most ad- vanced I’ve been everywhere and seen everything and done everything.’ Her eyes flashed around her in a defiant way, rather like Tom’s, and she laughed with thrilling scorn ‘Sophisticated—God, I’m sophisticated!’ The instant her voice broke off, ceasing to compel my Free eBooks at Planet eBook.com 21 attention, my belief, I felt the basic insincerity of what she had said It made me uneasy, as though the whole evening had been a trick of some sort to exact a contributory emo- tion from me I waited, and sure enough, in a moment she looked at me with an absolute smirk on her lovely face as if she had asserted her membership in a rather distinguished secret society to which she and Tom belonged Inside, the crimson room bloomed with light Tom and Miss Baker sat at either end of the long couch and she read aloud to him from the ‘Saturday Evening Post’—the words, murmurous and uninflected, running together in a sooth- ing tune The lamp-light, bright on his boots and dull on the autumn-leaf yellow of her hair, glinted along the paper as she turned a page with a flutter of slender muscles in her arms When we came in she held us silent for a moment with a lifted hand ‘To be continued,’ she said, tossing the magazine on the table, ‘in our very next issue.’ Her body asserted itself with a restless movement of her knee, and she stood up ‘Ten o’clock,’ she finding the time on the ceiling ‘Time for this good girl to go to bed.’ ‘Jordan’s going to play in the tournament tomorrow,’ ex- plained Daisy, ‘over at Westchester.’ ‘Oh,—you’re JORdan Baker.’ I knew now why her face was familiar—its pleasing con- temptuous expression had looked out at me from many rotogravure pictures of the sporting life at Asheville and 22 The Great Gatsby Hot Springs and Palm Beach I had heard some story of her too, a critical, unpleasant story, but what it was I had forgot- ten long ago ‘Good night,’ she said softly ‘Wake me at eight, won’t you.’ ‘If you’ll get up.’ ‘I will Good night, Mr Carraway See you anon.’ ‘Of course you will,’ confirmed Daisy ‘In fact I think I’ll arrange a marriage Come over often, Nick, and I’ll sort of—oh—fling you together You know—lock you up acci- dentally in linen closets and push you out to sea in a boat, and all that sort of thing——‘ ‘Good night,’ called Miss Baker from the stairs ‘I haven’t heard a word.’ ‘She’s a nice girl,’ said Tom after a moment ‘They oughtn’t to let her run around the country this way.’ ‘Who oughtn’t to?’ inquired Daisy coldly ‘Her family.’ ‘Her family is one aunt about a thousand years old Be- sides, Nick’s going to look after her, aren’t you, Nick? She’s going to spend lots of week-ends out here this summer I think the home influence will be very good for her.’ Daisy and Tom loo moment in si- lence ‘Is she from New York?’ I asked quickly ‘From Louisville Our white girlhood was passed togeth- er there Our beautiful white——‘ ‘Did you give Nick a little heart to heart talk on the ve- randa?’ demanded Tom suddenly Free eBooks at Planet eBook.com 23 ‘Did I?’ She looked at me ‘I can’t seem to remember, but I think we talked about the Nordic race Yes, I’m sure we did It sort of crept up on us and first thing you know——‘ ‘Don’t believe everything you hear, Nick,’ he advised me I said lightly that I had heard nothing at all, and a few minutes later I got up to go home They came to the door with me and stood side by side in a cheerful square of light As I started my motor Daisy peremptorily called ‘Wait! ‘I forgot to ask you something, and it’s important We heard you were engaged to a girl out West.’ ‘That’s right,’ corroborated Tom kindly ‘We heard that you were engaged.’ ‘It’s libel I’m too poor.’ ‘But we heard it,’ insisted Daisy, surprising me by open- ing up again in a flower-like way ‘We heard it from three people so it must be true.’ Of course I knew what they were referring to, but I wasn’t even vaguely engaged The fact that gossip had published the banns was one of the reasons I had come east You can’t stop going with an old friend on account of rumors and on the other hand I had no intention of being rumored into marriag touched me and made them less remotely rich—nevertheless, I was confused and a little dis- gusted as I drove away It seemed to me that the thing for Daisy to was to rush out of the house, child in arms—but apparently there were no such intentions in her head As for Tom, the fact that he ‘had some woman in New York’ was 24 The Great Gatsby really less surprising than that he had been depressed by a book Something was making him nibble at the edge of stale ideas as if his sturdy physical egotism no longer nourished his peremptory heart Already it was deep summer on roadhouse roofs and in front of wayside garages, where new red gas-pumps sat out in pools of light, and when I reached my estate at West Egg I ran the car under its shed and sat for a while on an abandoned grass roller in the yard The wind had blown off, leaving a loud bright night with wings beating in the trees and a persistent organ sound as the full bellows of the earth blew the frogs full of life The silhouette of a moving cat wa- vered across the moonlight and turning my head to watch it I saw that I was not alone—fifty feet away a figure had emerged from the shadow of my neighbor’s mansion and was standing with his hands in his pockets regarding the silver pepper of the stars Something in his leisurely move- ments and the secure position of his feet upon the lawn sug 1.4 TỔ CHỨC VÀ XU HƯỚNG ỨNG DỤNG e logistics Gatsby himself, come out to deter- mine what share was his of our local heavens I decided to call to him Miss Baker had mentioned him at dinner, and that would for an introduction But I didn’t call to him for he gave a sudden intimation that he was content to be alone—he stretched out his arms toward the dark water in a curious way, and far as I was from him I could have sworn he was trembling Involuntarily I glanced seaward—and distinguished nothing except a single green light, minute and far away, that might have been the end of a dock When I looked once more for Gatsby he had van- Free eBooks at Planet eBook.com 25 ished, and I was alone again in the unquiet darkness 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 thông qua 3PL chuyên 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 yếu tố định thành cơng, th ngồi hồn tồn 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 soát 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 cally ‘It’s about the butler’s nose Do you want to hear about the butler’s nose?’ ‘That’s why I came over tonight.’ ‘Well, he wasn’t always a butler; he used to be the sil- ver polisher for some people in New York that had a silver service for two hundred people He had to polish it from morning till night until finally it began to affect his nose— —‘ ‘Things went from bad to worse,’ suggested Miss Baker ‘Yes Things went from bad to worse until finally he had to give up his position.’ For a moment the last sunshine fell with romantic affec- tion upon her glowing face; her voice compelled me forward breathlessly as I listened—then the glow faded, each light deserting her with lingering regret like children leaving a pleasant street at dusk The butler came back and murmured something close to Tom’s ear whereupon Tom frowned, pushed back his chair and without a word went inside As if his absence quickened something within her Daisy leaned forward again, her voice glowing and singing ‘I love to see you at my table, Nick You remind me of a— of a rose, an absolute rose Doesn’t he?’ She turned to Miss Baker for confirmation ‘An absolute rose?’ This was untrue I am not even faintly like a rose She was only extemporizing but a stirring warmth flowed from her as if her heart was trying to come out to you concealed in one of those breathless, thrilling word threw her napkin on the table and excused herself and 18 The Great Gatsby went into the house Miss Baker and I exchanged a short glance conscious- ly devoid of meaning I was about to speak when she sat up alertly and said ‘Sh!’ in a warning voice A subdued im- passioned murmur was audible in the room beyond and Miss Baker leaned forward, unashamed, trying to hear The murmur trembled on the verge of coherence, sank down, mounted excitedly, and then ceased altogether ‘This Mr Gatsby you spoke of is my neighbor——’ I said ‘Don’t talk I want to hear what happens.’ ‘Is something happening?’ I inquired innocently ‘You mean to say you don’t know?’ said Miss Baker, hon- estly surprised ‘I thought everybody knew.’ ‘I don’t.’ ‘Why——’ she said hesitantly, ‘Tom’s got some woman in New York.’ ‘Got some woman?’ I repeated blankly Miss Baker nodded ‘She might have the decency not to telephone him at din- ner-time Don’t you think?’ Almost before I had grasped her meaning there was the flutter of a dress and the crunch of leather boots and Tom and Daisy were back at the table ‘It couldn’t be helped!’ cried Daisy with tense gayety She sat down, glanced searchingly at Miss Baker and then at me and continued: ‘I looked outdoors for a minute and it’s very romantic outdoors There’s a bird on the lawn that I think must be a nightin Cunard Free eBooks at Planet eBook.com 19 or White Star Line He’s singing away——’ her voice sang ‘——It’s romantic, isn’t it, Tom?’ ‘Very romantic,’ he said, and then miserably to me: ‘If it’s light enough after dinner I want to take you down to the stables.’ The telephone rang inside, startlingly, and as Daisy shook her head decisively at Tom the subject of the stables, in fact all subjects, vanished into air Among the broken fragments of the last five minutes at table I remember the candles being lit again, pointlessly, and I was conscious of wanting to look squarely at every one and yet to avoid all eyes I couldn’t guess what Daisy and Tom were thinking but I doubt if even Miss Baker who seemed to have mastered a certain hardy skepticism was able utterly to put this fifth guest’s shrill me- tallic urgency out of mind To a certain temperament the situation might have seemed intriguing—my own instinct was to telephone immediately for the police The horses, needless to say, were not mentioned again Tom and Miss Baker, with several feet of twilight between them strolled back into the library, as if to a vigil beside a perfectly tangible body, while trying to look pleasantly in- terested and a little deaf I followed Daisy around a chain of connecting verandas to the porch in front In its deep gloom we sat down side by side on a wicker settee Daisy took her f feeling its love- ly shape, and her eyes moved gradually out into the velvet dusk I saw that turbulent emotions possessed her, so I asked what I thought would be some sedative questions about her little girl 20 The Great Gatsby ‘We don’t know each other very well, Nick,’ she said suddenly ‘Even if we are cousins You didn’t come to my wedding.’ ‘I wasn’t back from the war.’ ‘That’s true.’ She hesitated ‘Well, I’ve had a very bad time, Nick, and I’m pretty cynical about everything.’ Evidently she had reason to be I waited but she didn’t say any more, and after a moment I returned rather feebly to the subject of her daughter ‘I suppose she talks, and—eats, and everything.’ ‘Oh, yes.’ She looked at me absently ‘Listen, Nick; let me tell you what I said when she was born Would you like to hear?’ ‘Very much.’ ‘It’ll show you how I’ve gotten to feel about—things Well, she was less than an hour old and Tom was God knows where I woke up out of the ether with an utterly abandoned feeling and asked the nurse right away if it was a boy or a girl She told me it was a girl, and so I turned my head away and wept ‘All right,’ I said, ‘I’m glad it’s a girl And I hope she’ll be a fool—that’s the best thing a girl can be in this world, a beautiful little fool.’ ‘You see I think everything’s terrible anyhow,’ she went on in a convinced way ‘Everybody thinks so—the most ad- vanced I’ve been everywhere and seen everything and done everything.’ Her eyes flashed around her in a defiant way, rather like Tom’s, and she laughed with thrilling scorn ‘Sophisticated—God, I’m sophisticated!’ The instant her voice broke off, ceasing to compel my Free eBooks at Planet eBook.com 21 attention, my belief, I felt the basic insincerity of what she had said It made me uneasy, as though the whole evening had been a trick of some sort to exact a contributory emo- tion from me I waited, and sure enough, in a moment she looked at me with an absolute smirk on her lovely face as if she had asserted her membership in a rather distinguished secret society to which she and Tom belonged Inside, the crimson room bloomed with light Tom and Miss Baker sat at either end of the long couch and she read aloud to him from the ‘Saturday Evening Post’—the words, murmurous and uninflected, running together in a sooth- ing tune The lamp-light, bright on his boots and dull on the autumn-leaf yellow of her hair, glinted along the paper as she turned a page with a flutter of slender muscles in her arms When we came in she held us silent for a moment with a lifted hand ‘To be continued,’ she said, tossing the magazine on the table, ‘in our very next issue.’ Her body asserted itself with a restless movement of her knee, and she stood up ‘Ten o’clock,’ she finding the time on the ceiling ‘Time for this good girl to go to bed.’ ‘Jordan’s going to play in the tournament tomorrow,’ ex- plained Daisy, ‘over at Westchester.’ ‘Oh,—you’re JORdan Baker.’ I knew now why her face was familiar—its pleasing con- temptuous expression had looked out at me from many rotogravure pictures of the sporting life at Asheville and 22 The Great Gatsby Hot Springs and Palm Beach I had heard some story of her too, a critical, unpleasant story, but what it was I had forgot- ten long ago ‘Good night,’ she said softly ‘Wake me at eight, won’t you.’ ‘If you’ll get up.’ ‘I will Good night, Mr Carraway See you anon.’ ‘Of course you will,’ confirmed Daisy ‘In fact I think I’ll arrange a marriage Come over often, Nick, and I’ll sort of—oh—fling you together You know—lock you up acci- dentally in linen closets and push you out to sea in a boat, and all that sort of thing——‘ ‘Good night,’ called Miss Baker from the stairs ‘I haven’t heard a word.’ ‘She’s a nice girl,’ said Tom after a moment ‘They oughtn’t to let her run around the country this way.’ ‘Who oughtn’t to?’ inquired Daisy coldly ‘Her family.’ ‘Her family is one aunt about a thousand years old Be- sides, Nick’s going to look after her, aren’t you, Nick? She’s going to spend lots of week-ends out here this summer I think the home influence will be very good for her.’ Daisy and Tom loo moment in si- lence ‘Is she from New York?’ I asked quickly ‘From Louisville Our white girlhood was passed togeth- er there Our beautiful white——‘ ‘Did you give Nick a little heart to heart talk on the ve- randa?’ demanded Tom suddenly Free eBooks at Planet eBook.com 23 ‘Did I?’ She looked at me ‘I can’t seem to remember, but I think we talked about the Nordic race Yes, I’m sure we did It sort of crept up on us and first thing you know——‘ ‘Don’t believe everything you hear, Nick,’ he advised me I said lightly that I had heard nothing at all, and a few minutes later I got up to go home They came to the door with me and stood side by side in a cheerful square of light As I started my motor Daisy peremptorily called ‘Wait! ‘I forgot to ask you something, and it’s important We heard you were engaged to a girl out West.’ ‘That’s right,’ corroborated Tom kindly ‘We heard that you were engaged.’ ‘It’s libel I’m too poor.’ ‘But we heard it,’ insisted Daisy, surprising me by open- ing up again in a flower-like way ‘We heard it from three people so it must be true.’ Of course I knew what they were referring to, but I wasn’t even vaguely engaged The fact that gossip had published the banns was one of the reasons I had come east You can’t stop going with an old friend on account of rumors and on the other hand I had no intention of being rumored into marriag touched me and made them less remotely rich—nevertheless, I was confused and a little dis- gusted as I drove away It seemed to me that the thing for Daisy to was to rush out of the house, child in arms—but apparently there were no such intentions in her head As for Tom, the fact that he ‘had some woman in New York’ was 24 The Great Gatsby really less surprising than that he had been depressed by a book Something was making him nibble at the edge of stale ideas as if his sturdy physical egotism no longer nourished his peremptory heart Already it was deep summer on roadhouse roofs and in front of wayside garages, where new red gas-pumps sat out in pools of light, and when I reached my estate at West Egg I ran the car under its shed and sat for a while on an abandoned grass roller in the yard The wind had blown off, leaving a loud bright night with wings beating in the trees and a persistent organ sound as the full bellows of the earth blew the frogs full of life The silhouette of a moving cat wa- vered across the moonlight and turning my head to watch it I saw that I was not alone—fifty feet away a figure had emerged from the shadow of my neighbor’s mansion and was standing with his hands in his pockets regarding the silver pepper of the stars Something in his leisurely move- ments and the secure position of his feet upon the lawn sug 1.4 TỔ CHỨC VÀ XU HƯỚNG ỨNG DỤNG e logistics Gatsby himself, come out to deter- mine what share was his of our local heavens I decided to call to him Miss Baker had mentioned him at dinner, and that would for an introduction But I didn’t call to him for he gave a sudden intimation that he was content to be alone—he stretched out his arms toward the dark water in a curious way, and far as I was from him I could have sworn he was trembling Involuntarily I glanced seaward—and distinguished nothing except a single green light, minute and far away, that might have been the end of a dock When I looked once more for Gatsby he had van- Free eBooks at Planet eBook.com 25 ished, and I was alone again in the unquiet darkness 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 cally ‘It’s about the butler’s nose Do you want to hear about the butler’s nose?’ ‘That’s why I came over tonight.’ ‘Well, he wasn’t always a butler; he used to be the sil- ver polisher for some people in New York that had a silver service for two hundred people He had to polish it from morning till night until finally it began to affect his nose— —‘ ‘Things went from bad to worse,’ suggested Miss Baker ‘Yes Things went from bad to worse until finally he had to give up his position.’ For a moment the last sunshine fell with romantic affec- tion upon her glowing face; her voice compelled me forward breathlessly as I listened—then the glow faded, each light deserting her with lingering regret like children leaving a pleasant street at dusk The butler came back and murmured something close to Tom’s ear whereupon Tom frowned, pushed back his chair and without a word went inside As if his absence quickened something within her Daisy leaned forward again, her voice glowing and singing ‘I love to see you at my table, Nick You remind me of a— of a rose, an absolute rose Doesn’t he?’ She turned to Miss Baker for confirmation ‘An absolute rose?’ This was untrue I am not even faintly like a rose She was only extemporizing but a stirring warmth flowed from her as if her heart was trying to come out to you concealed in one of those breathless, thrilling word threw her napkin on the table and excused herself and 18 The Great Gatsby went into the house Miss Baker and I exchanged a short glance conscious- ly devoid of meaning I was about to speak when she sat up alertly and said ‘Sh!’ in a warning voice A subdued im- passioned murmur was audible in the room beyond and Miss Baker leaned forward, unashamed, trying to hear The murmur trembled on the verge of coherence, sank down, mounted excitedly, and then ceased altogether ‘This Mr Gatsby you spoke of is my neighbor——’ I said ‘Don’t talk I want to hear what happens.’ ‘Is something happening?’ I inquired innocently ‘You mean to say you don’t know?’ said Miss Baker, hon- estly surprised ‘I thought everybody knew.’ ‘I don’t.’ ‘Why——’ she said hesitantly, ‘Tom’s got some woman in New York.’ ‘Got some woman?’ I repeated blankly Miss Baker nodded ‘She might have the decency not to telephone him at din- ner-time Don’t you think?’ Almost before I had grasped her meaning there was the flutter of a dress and the crunch of leather boots and Tom and Daisy were back at the table ‘It couldn’t be helped!’ cried Daisy with tense gayety She sat down, glanced searchingly at Miss Baker and then at me and continued: ‘I looked outdoors for a minute and it’s very romantic outdoors There’s a bird on the lawn that I think must be a nightin Cunard Free eBooks at Planet eBook.com 19 or White Star Line He’s singing away——’ her voice sang ‘——It’s romantic, isn’t it, Tom?’ ‘Very romantic,’ he said, and then miserably to me: ‘If it’s light enough after dinner I want to take you down to the stables.’ The telephone rang inside, startlingly, and as Daisy shook her head decisively at Tom the subject of the stables, in fact all subjects, vanished into air Among the broken fragments of the last five minutes at table I remember the candles being lit again, pointlessly, and I was conscious of wanting to look squarely at every one and yet to avoid all eyes I couldn’t guess what Daisy and Tom were thinking but I doubt if even Miss Baker who seemed to have mastered a certain hardy skepticism was able utterly to put this fifth guest’s shrill me- tallic urgency out of mind To a certain temperament the situation might have seemed intriguing—my own instinct was to telephone immediately for the police The horses, needless to say, were not mentioned again Tom and Miss Baker, with several feet of twilight between them strolled back into the library, as if to a vigil beside a perfectly tangible body, while trying to look pleasantly in- terested and a little deaf I followed Daisy around a chain of connecting verandas to the porch in front In its deep gloom we sat down side by side on a wicker settee Daisy took her f feeling its love- ly shape, and her eyes moved gradually out into the velvet dusk I saw that turbulent emotions possessed her, so I asked what I thought would be some sedative questions about her little girl 20 The Great Gatsby ‘We don’t know each other very well, Nick,’ she said suddenly ‘Even if we are cousins You didn’t come to my wedding.’ ‘I wasn’t back from the war.’ ‘That’s true.’ She hesitated ‘Well, I’ve had a very bad time, Nick, and I’m pretty cynical about everything.’ Evidently she had reason to be I waited but she didn’t say any more, and after a moment I returned rather feebly to the subject of her daughter ‘I suppose she talks, and—eats, and everything.’ ‘Oh, yes.’ She looked at me absently ‘Listen, Nick; let me tell you what I said when she was born Would you like to hear?’ ‘Very much.’ ‘It’ll show you how I’ve gotten to feel about—things Well, she was less than an hour old and Tom was God knows where I woke up out of the ether with an utterly abandoned feeling and asked the nurse right away if it was a boy or a girl She told me it was a girl, and so I turned my head away and wept ‘All right,’ I said, ‘I’m glad it’s a girl And I hope she’ll be a fool—that’s the best thing a girl can be in this world, a beautiful little fool.’ ‘You see I think everything’s terrible anyhow,’ she went on in a convinced way ‘Everybody thinks so—the most ad- vanced I’ve been everywhere and seen everything and done everything.’ Her eyes flashed around her in a defiant way, rather like Tom’s, and she laughed with thrilling scorn ‘Sophisticated—God, I’m sophisticated!’ The instant her voice broke off, ceasing to compel my Free eBooks at Planet eBook.com 21 attention, my belief, I felt the basic insincerity of what she had said It made me uneasy, as though the whole evening had been a trick of some sort to exact a contributory emo- tion from me I waited, and sure enough, in a moment she looked at me with an absolute smirk on her lovely face as if she had asserted her membership in a rather distinguished secret society to which she and Tom belonged Inside, the crimson room bloomed with light Tom and Miss Baker sat at either end of the long couch and she read aloud to him from the ‘Saturday Evening Post’—the words, murmurous and uninflected, running together in a sooth- ing tune The lamp-light, bright on his boots and dull on the autumn-leaf yellow of her hair, glinted along the paper as she turned a page with a flutter of slender muscles in her arms When we came in she held us silent for a moment with a lifted hand ‘To be continued,’ she said, tossing the magazine on the table, ‘in our very next issue.’ Her body asserted itself with a restless movement of her knee, and she stood up ‘Ten o’clock,’ she finding the time on the ceiling ‘Time for this good girl to go to bed.’ ‘Jordan’s going to play in the tournament tomorrow,’ ex- plained Daisy, ‘over at Westchester.’ ‘Oh,—you’re JORdan Baker.’ I knew now why her face was familiar—its pleasing con- temptuous expression had looked out at me from many rotogravure pictures of the sporting life at Asheville and 22 The Great Gatsby Hot Springs and Palm Beach I had heard some story of her too, a critical, unpleasant story, but what it was I had forgot- ten long ago ‘Good night,’ she said softly ‘Wake me at eight, won’t you.’ ‘If you’ll get up.’ ‘I will Good night, Mr Carraway See you anon.’ ‘Of course you will,’ confirmed Daisy ‘In fact I think I’ll arrange a marriage Come over often, Nick, and I’ll sort of—oh—fling you together You know—lock you up acci- dentally in linen closets and push you out to sea in a boat, and all that sort of thing——‘ ‘Good night,’ called Miss Baker from the stairs ‘I haven’t heard a word.’ ‘She’s a nice girl,’ said Tom after a moment ‘They oughtn’t to let her run around the country this way.’ ‘Who oughtn’t to?’ inquired Daisy coldly ‘Her family.’ ‘Her family is one aunt about a thousand years old Be- sides, Nick’s going to look after her, aren’t you, Nick? She’s going to spend lots of week-ends out here this summer I think the home influence will be very good for her.’ Daisy and Tom loo moment in si- lence ‘Is she from New York?’ I asked quickly ‘From Louisville Our white girlhood was passed togeth- er there Our beautiful white——‘ ‘Did you give Nick a little heart to heart talk on the ve- randa?’ demanded Tom suddenly Free eBooks at Planet eBook.com 23 ‘Did I?’ She looked at me ‘I can’t seem to remember, but I think we talked about the Nordic race Yes, I’m sure we did It sort of crept up on us and first thing you know——‘ ‘Don’t believe everything you hear, Nick,’ he advised me I said lightly that I had heard nothing at all, and a few minutes later I got up to go home They came to the door with me and stood side by side in a cheerful square of light As I started my motor Daisy peremptorily called ‘Wait! ‘I forgot to ask you something, and it’s important We heard you were engaged to a girl out West.’ ‘That’s right,’ corroborated Tom kindly ‘We heard that you were engaged.’ ‘It’s libel I’m too poor.’ ‘But we heard it,’ insisted Daisy, surprising me by open- ing up again in a flower-like way ‘We heard it from three people so it must be true.’ Of course I knew what they were referring to, but I wasn’t even vaguely engaged The fact that gossip had published the banns was one of the reasons I had come east You can’t stop going with an old friend on account of rumors and on the other hand I had no intention of being rumored into marriag 2.1 HẠ TẦNG CÔNG NGHỆ THÔNG TIN touched me and made them less remotely rich—nevertheless, I was confused and a little dis- gusted as I drove away It seemed to me that the thing for Daisy to was to rush out of the house, child in arms—but apparently there were no such intentions in her head As for Tom, the fact that he ‘had some woman in New York’ was 24 The Great Gatsby really less surprising than that he had been depressed by a book Something was making him nibble at the edge of stale ideas as if his sturdy physical egotism no longer nourished his peremptory heart Already it was deep summer on roadhouse roofs and in front of wayside garages, where new red gas-pumps sat out in pools of light, and when I reached my estate at West Egg I ran the car under its shed and sat for a while on an abandoned grass roller in the yard The wind had blown off, leaving a loud bright night with wings beating in the trees and a persistent organ sound as the full bellows of the earth blew the frogs full of life The silhouette of a moving cat wa- vered across the moonlight and turning my head to watch it I saw that I was not alone—fifty feet away a figure had emerged from the shadow of my neighbor’s mansion and was standing with his hands in his pockets regarding the silver pepper of the stars Something in his leisurely move- ments and the secure position of his feet upon the lawn sug Gatsby himself, come out to deter- mine what share was his of our local heavens I decided to call to him Miss Baker had mentioned him at dinner, and that would for an introduction But I didn’t call to him for he gave a sudden intimation that he was content to be alone—he stretched out his arms toward the dark water in a curious way, and far as I was from him I could have sworn he was trembling Involuntarily I glanced seaward—and distinguished nothing except a single green light, minute and far away, that might have been the end of a dock When I looked once more for Gatsby he had van- Free eBooks at Planet eBook.com 25 ished, and I was alone again in the unquiet darkness 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) • Ngun tắc linh hoạt (Flexibility) • Nguyên tắc kịp thời (Timeliness) • Nguyên tắc dễ sử dụng (Appropriate format) 10