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The evening had made me light-headed and happy; I think I walked into a deep sleep as I entered my front door. So I didn’t know whether or not Gatsby went to Coney Island or for how many hours he ‘glanced into rooms’ while his house blazed gaudily on. I called up Daisy from the office next morning and invited her to come to tea.

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‘We can’t argue about it here,’ Tom said impatiently as a truck gave out a cursing whistle behind us. ‘You follow me to the south side of Central Park, in front of the Plaza.’

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The Plaza Hotel, 5th Avenue, New York, NY, USA

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The Plaza Hotel, 5th Avenue, New York, NY, USA

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The Plaza Hotel, 5th Avenue, New York, NY, USA

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One October day in nineteen-seventee—— (said Jordan Baker that afternoon, sitting up very straight on a straight chair in the tea-garden at the Plaza Hotel) —I was walking along from one place to another half on the sidewalks and half on the lawns. I was happier on the lawns because I had on shoes from England with rubber nobs on the soles that bit into the soft ground. I had on a new plaid skirt also that blew a little in the wind and whenever this happened the red, white and blue banners in front of all the houses stretched out stiff and said TUT-TUT-TUT-TUT in a disapproving way.

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‘Ladies and gentlemen,’ he cried. ‘At the request of Mr. Gatsby we are going to play for you Mr. Vladimir Tostoff’s latest work which attracted so much attention at Carnegie Hall last May. If you read the papers you know there was 55 Free eBooks at Planet eBook.com a big sensation.’ He smiled with jovial condescension and added ‘Some sensation!’ whereupon everybody laughed.

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Winebrenner's poolroom 43rd Street 136-118 Whittley Ave, Avalon, CA 90704, USA

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Winebrenner's poolroom 43rd Street 136-118 Whittley Ave, Avalon, CA 90704, USA

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First time I saw him was when he come into

Winebrenner’s poolroom at Forty-third Street and asked for a job. He hadn’t eat anything for a couple of days. ‘Come on have some lunch with me,’ I sid. He ate more than four

dollars’ worth of food in half an hour.’

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Hotel Metropole, Crescent Avenue, Avalon, CA, USA

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Hotel Metropole, Crescent Avenue, Avalon, CA, USA

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Hotel Metropole, Crescent Avenue, Avalon, CA, USA

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A succulent hash arrived, and Mr. Wolfshiem, forgetting the more sentimental atmosphere of the old Metropole, began to eat with ferocious delicacy.

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Nabisco Bakery, South Kedzie Avenue, Chicago, IL, USA

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Nabisco Bakery, South Kedzie Avenue, Chicago, IL, USA

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Nabisco Bakery, South Kedzie Avenue, Chicago, IL, USA

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As my train emerged from the tunnel into sunlight, only the hot whistles of the National Biscuit Company broke the simmering hush at noon.

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Rockefeller Center Events, 5th Avenue, New York, NY, USA

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Rockefeller Center Events, 5th Avenue, New York, NY, USA

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Rockefeller Center Events, 5th Avenue, New York, NY, USA

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No evidence in the book.

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Broadway Theatre, Broadway, New York, NY, USA

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Broadway Theatre, Broadway, New York, NY, USA

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Broadway Theatre, Broadway, New York, NY, USA

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She was appalled by West Egg, this unprecedented ‘place’ that Broadway had begotten upon a Long Island fishing village—appalled by its raw vigor that chafed under the old euphemisms and by the too obtrusive fate that herded its inhabitants along a short cut from nothing to nothing.

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Also from New York were the Chromes and the Backhyssons and the Dennickers and Russel Betty and the Corrigans and the Kellehers and the Dewars and the Scullys and S. W. Belcher and the Smirkes and the young Quinns, divorced now, and Henry L. Palmetto who killed himself by jumping in front of a subway train in Times Square.

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Yale Club of New York City, Vanderbilt Avenue, New York, NY, USA

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Yale Club of New York City, Vanderbilt Avenue, New York, NY, USA

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Yale Club of New York City, Vanderbilt Avenue, New York, NY, USA

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I took dinner usually at the Yale Club—for some reason it was the gloomiest event of my day—and then I went upstairs to the library and studied investments and securities for a conscientious hour.

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Murray hill hôtel new york, 6th Avenue, New York, NY, USA

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Murray hill hôtel new york, 6th Avenue, New York, NY, USA

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Murray hill hôtel new york, 6th Avenue, New York, NY, USA

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After that, if the night was mellow I strolled down Madison Avenue past the old Murray Hill Hotel and over Thirty-third Street to the Pennsylvania Station.

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Then I was lying half asleep in the cold lower level of the Pennsylvania Station, staring at the morning ‘Tribune’ and

waiting for the four o’clock train.

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Blackwell`s Island, Manhattan, New York, NY, USA

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Blackwell`s Island, Manhattan, New York, NY, USA

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Blackwell`s Island, Manhattan, New York, NY, USA

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As we crossed Blackwell’s Island a limousine passed us, driven by a white chauffeur, in which sat three modish Negroes, two bucks and a girl. I laughed aloud as the yolks of their eyeballs

rolled toward us in haughty rivalry.

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Flushing Bay Queens County, Queens, NY, USA

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Flushing Bay Queens County, Queens, NY, USA

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The valley of ashes is bounded on one side by a small foul

river, and when the drawbridge is up to let barges through,

the passengers on waiting trains can stare at the dismal scene for as long as half an hour. There is always a halt there of at least a minute and it was because of this that I first met Tom Buchanan’s mistress.

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Queensboro Bridge, Ed Koch Queensboro Bridge, New York, NY, USA

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Queensboro Bridge, Ed Koch Queensboro Bridge, New York, NY, USA

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Queensboro Bridge, Ed Koch Queensboro Bridge, New York, NY, USA

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Over the great bridge, with the sunlight through the girders making a constant flicker upon the moving cars, with the city rising up across the river in white heaps and sugar lumps all built with a wish out of non-olfactory money. The city seen from the Queensboro Bridge is always the city seen for the first time, in its first wild promise of all the mystery and the beauty in the world.

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Financial District, Manhattan, New York, NY, USA

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Probity Trust Financial District, Manhattan, New York, NY, USA

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Probity Trust Financial District, Manhattan, New York, NY, USA

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Most of the time I worked. In the early morning the sun

threw my shadow westward as I hurried down the white

chasms of lower New York to the Probity Trust.

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Tom and Myrtle Apartment West 158th Street, New York, NY, USA

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Tom and Myrtle Apartment West 158th Street, New York, NY, USA

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The interior was unprosperous and bare; the only car visible was the dust-covered wreck of a Ford which crouched in a dim corner. It had occurred to me that this shadow of a garage must be a blind and that sumptuous and romantic apartments were concealed overhead when the proprietor himself appeared in the door of an office, wiping his hands on a piece of waste.

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Billboard for “Eyes of Doctor T.J. Eckleburg Queens County, Queens, NY, USA

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Billboard for “Eyes of Doctor T.J. Eckleburg Queens County, Queens, NY, USA

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The eyes of Doctor T. J. Eckleburg are blue and gigantic—their retinas are one yard high. They look out of no face but, instead, from a pair of enormous yellow spectacles which pass over a nonexistent nose.

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George and Myrtle Wilson House Queens County, Queens, NY, USA

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George and Myrtle Wilson House Queens County, Queens, NY, USA

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This is a valley of ashes—a fantastic farm where ashes grow like wheat into ridges and hills and grotesque gardens where ashes take the forms of houses and chimneys and rising smoke and finally, with a transcendent effort, of men who move dimly and already crumbling through the powdery air.

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12 Shelter Bay Dr, Kings Point, NY 11024, USA

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Nick House 12 Shelter Bay Dr, Kings Point, NY 11024, USA

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Nick House 12 Shelter Bay Dr, Kings Point, NY 11024, USA

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My house was at the very tip of the egg, only fifty yards from the Sound, and squeezed between two huge places that rented for twelve or fifteen thousand a season.

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Tom and Daisy House 15 Bayside Dr, Manhasset, NY 11030, USA

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Tom and Daisy House 15 Bayside Dr, Manhasset, NY 11030, USA

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Their house was even more elaborate than I expected, a cheerful red and white Georgian Colonial mansion overlooking the bay. The lawn started at the beach and ran toward the front door for a quarter of a mile, jumping over sun-dials and brick walks and burning gardens.

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Jay Gatsby House 12 Shelter Bay Dr, Kings Point, NY 11024, USA

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Jay Gatsby House 12 Shelter Bay Dr, Kings Point, NY 11024, USA

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The one on my right was a colossal affair by any standard—it was a factual imitation of some Hôtel de Ville in Normandy, with a tower on one side, spanking new under a thin beard of raw ivy, and a marble swimming pool and more than forty acres of lawn and garden. It was Gatsby’s mansion