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Myrtle Wilson’s body wrapped in a blanket and then in another blanket as though she suffered from a chill in the hot night lay on a work table by the wall and Tom, with his back to us, was bending over it, motionless. Next to him stood a motorcycle policeman taking down names with much sweat and correction in a little book. At first I couldn’t find the source of the high, groaning words that echoed clamorously through the bare garage—then I saw Wilson standing on the raised threshold of his office, swaying back and forth and holding to the doorposts with both hands. Some man was talking to him in a low voice and attempting from time to time to lay a hand on his shoulder, but Wilson neither heard nor saw. His eyes would drop slowly from the swinging ligh 去书内
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    In contrast, the old wealthy class represented by Daisy and Tom is cruel and indifferent. They enjoy privilege without responsibility. They take advantage of Gatsby’s enthusiasm, abandon him in crisis, and even ignore his death. Their coldness exposes the huge gap between different social classes. No matter how hard Gatsby tries, he can never truly step into the upper class.

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