I tried to think about Gatsby then for a moment but he was already too
far away and I could only remember, without resentment, that Daisy
hadn’t sent a message or a flower. Dimly I heard someone murmur ‘Blessed
are the dead that the rain falls on,’ and then the owl-eyed man said
‘Amen to that,’ in a brave voice.
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