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Louis Armstrong House

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Charles Schwab

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J.P. Morgan

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Kykuit, the Rockefeller Estate, North Broadway, 断头谷纽约美国

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Kykuit, the Rockefeller Estate, North Broadway, 断头谷纽约美国

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Kykuit, the Rockefeller Estate, North Broadway, 断头谷纽约美国

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Reflective of John D. Rockefeller’s austere Baptist roots, Kyukuit was initiallydesigned as a simple three-storied house made from stone quarried on-site. Butextensive beautification created the imposing limestone classical revival Georgianfacade we see today.

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The Cotton Club

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Also from New York were the Chromes and the Backhyssons and the Dennickers and Russell Betty and the Corrigans and the Kellehers and the Dewers 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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New York Public Library - Stephen A. Schwarzman Building, 5th Avenue, 纽约美国

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New York Public Library - Stephen A. Schwarzman Building, 5th Avenue, 纽约美国

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New York Public Library - Stephen A. Schwarzman Building, 5th Avenue, 纽约美国

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New York Public Library

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Harlem

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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

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Nick tells Gatsby that his extravagant mansion looks like a World's Fair, Gatsby suggests that they just hop in the car and go to Coney Island.

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When Jordan Baker had finished telling all this we had left the Plaza for half an hour and were driving in victoria through Central Park. The sun had gone down behind the tall apartments of the movie stars in the West Fifties, and the clear voices of children, already gathered like crickets on the grass, rose through the hot twilight

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Said Jordan Baker that afternoon, sitting up very straight on a straight chair in the tea-garden at the Plaza Hotel.

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Carnegie Hall

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Winebrenner's poolroom 43rd Street

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The Old Metropole
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fu 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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I liked to walk up Fifth Avenue and pick out romantic women from the crowd and imagine that in a few minutes, I was going to enter into their lives, and no one would ever know or disapprove.

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Yale Club of New York City, Vanderbilt Avenue, 纽约美国

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Yale Club of New York City, Vanderbilt Avenue, 纽约美国

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Yale Club of New York City, Vanderbilt Avenue, 纽约美国

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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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1. Murray Hill Hotel

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美国纽约纽约宾夕法尼亚车站

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美国纽约纽约宾夕法尼亚车站

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美国纽约纽约宾夕法尼亚车站

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After that, if the night was mellow, I strolled down Madison Avenue past the old Murray Hill Hotel, and over 3 3rd Street to the Pennsylvania Station.

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Blackwell's Island

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Flushing Bay

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Queensboro Bridge, Ed Koch Queensboro Bridge, 纽约美国

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Queensboro Bridge, Ed Koch Queensboro Bridge, 纽约美国

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Queensboro Bridge, Ed Koch Queensboro Bridge, 纽约美国

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Queensboro Bridge

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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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We went on, cutting back again over the Park towards the West Hundreds. At r 5 8th Street the cab stopped at one slice in a long white cake of apartment houses. Throwing a regal homecoming glance around the neighborhood, Mrs. Wilson gathered up her dog and her other purchases and went haughtily in.

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Flushing Meadows Corona Park, Van Wyck Expressway, 皇后区纽约美国

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Flushing Meadows Corona Park, Van Wyck Expressway, 皇后区纽约美国

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Flushing Meadows Corona Park, Van Wyck Expressway, 皇后区纽约美国

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George and Myrtle Wilson
Billboard for “Eyes of Doctor T.J. Eckleburg (Across the street from Wilson Garage)

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East Egg, East 27th Street, New York, 纽约美国

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East Egg, East 27th Street, New York, 纽约美国

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East Egg, East 27th Street, New York, 纽约美国

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