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+{"book": "great_gatsby", "title": "Great Gatsby", "paragraph_id": 0, "text": "The Project Gutenberg eBook of The Great Gatsby\n    \nThis ebook is for the use of anyone anywhere in the United States and\nmost other parts of the world at no cost and with almost no restrictions\nwhatsoever. You may copy it, give it away or re-use it under the terms\nof the Project Gutenberg License included with this ebook or online\nat www.gutenberg.org. If you are not located in the United States,\nyou will have to check the laws of the country where you are located\nbefore using this eBook.", "clean_text": "the project gutenberg ebook of the great gatsby this ebook is for the use of anyone anywhere in the united states and most other parts of the world at no cost and with almost no restrictions whatsoever. you may copy it, give it away or re-use it under the terms of the project gutenberg license included with this ebook or online at www.gutenberg.org. if you are not located in the united states, you will have to check the laws of the country where you are located before using this ebook.", "token_count": 90, "char_count": 495}
+{"book": "great_gatsby", "title": "Great Gatsby", "paragraph_id": 11, "text": "Then wear the gold hat, if that will move her;\n  If you can bounce high, bounce for her too,\n  Till she cry “Lover, gold-hatted, high-bouncing lover,\n  I must have you!”", "clean_text": "then wear the gold hat, if that will move her; if you can bounce high, bounce for her too, till she cry “lover, gold-hatted, high-bouncing lover, i must have you!”", "token_count": 30, "char_count": 169}
+{"book": "great_gatsby", "title": "Great Gatsby", "paragraph_id": 16, "text": "He didn’t say any more, but we’ve always been unusually communicative\nin a reserved way, and I understood that he meant a great deal more\nthan that. In consequence, I’m inclined to reserve all judgements, a\nhabit that has opened up many curious natures to me and also made me\nthe victim of not a few veteran bores. The abnormal mind is quick to\ndetect and attach itself to this quality when it appears in a normal\nperson, and so it came about that in college I was unjustly accused of\nbeing a politician, because I was privy to the secret griefs of wild,\nunknown men. Most of the confidences were unsought—frequently I have\nfeigned sleep, preoccupation, or a hostile levity when I realized by\nsome unmistakable sign that an intimate revelation was quivering on\nthe horizon; for the intimate revelations of young men, or at least\nthe terms in which they express them, are usually plagiaristic and\nmarred by obvious suppressions. Reserving judgements is a matter of\ninfinite hope. I am still a little afraid of missing something if I\nforget that, as my father snobbishly suggested, and I snobbishly\nrepeat, a sense of the fundamental decencies is parcelled out\nunequally at birth.", "clean_text": "he didn’t say any more, but we’ve always been unusually communicative in a reserved way, and i understood that he meant a great deal more than that. in consequence, i’m inclined to reserve all judgements, a habit that has opened up many curious natures to me and also made me the victim of not a few veteran bores. the abnormal mind is quick to detect and attach itself to this quality when it appears in a normal person, and so it came about that in college i was unjustly accused of being a politician, because i was privy to the secret griefs of wild, unknown men. most of the confidences were unsought—frequently i have feigned sleep, preoccupation, or a hostile levity when i realized by some unmistakable sign that an intimate revelation was quivering on the horizon; for the intimate revelations of young men, or at least the terms in which they express them, are usually plagiaristic and marred by obvious suppressions. reserving judgements is a matter of infinite hope. i am still a little afraid of missing something if i forget that, as my father snobbishly suggested, and i snobbishly repeat, a sense of the fundamental decencies is parcelled out unequally at birth.", "token_count": 204, "char_count": 1178}
+{"book": "great_gatsby", "title": "Great Gatsby", "paragraph_id": 17, "text": "And, after boasting this way of my tolerance, I come to the admission\nthat it has a limit. Conduct may be founded on the hard rock or the\nwet marshes, but after a certain point I don’t care what it’s founded\non. When I came back from the East last autumn I felt that I wanted\nthe world to be in uniform and at a sort of moral attention forever; I\nwanted no more riotous excursions with privileged glimpses into the\nhuman heart. Only Gatsby, the man who gives his name to this book, was\nexempt from my reaction—Gatsby, who represented everything for which I\nhave an unaffected scorn. If personality is an unbroken series of\nsuccessful gestures, then there was something gorgeous about him, some\nheightened sensitivity to the promises of life, as if he were related\nto one of those intricate machines that register earthquakes ten\nthousand miles away. This responsiveness had nothing to do with that\nflabby impressionability which is dignified under the name of the\n“creative temperament”—it was an extraordinary gift for hope, a\nromantic readiness such as I have never found in any other person and\nwhich it is not likely I shall ever find again. No—Gatsby turned out\nall right at the end; it is what preyed on Gatsby, what foul dust\nfloated in the wake of his dreams that temporarily closed out my\ninterest in the abortive sorrows and short-winded elations of men.", "clean_text": "and, after boasting this way of my tolerance, i come to the admission that it has a limit. conduct may be founded on the hard rock or the wet marshes, but after a certain point i don’t care what it’s founded on. when i came back from the east last autumn i felt that i wanted the world to be in uniform and at a sort of moral attention forever; i wanted no more riotous excursions with privileged glimpses into the human heart. only gatsby, the man who gives his name to this book, was exempt from my reaction—gatsby, who represented everything for which i have an unaffected scorn. if personality is an unbroken series of successful gestures, then there was something gorgeous about him, some heightened sensitivity to the promises of life, as if he were related to one of those intricate machines that register earthquakes ten thousand miles away. this responsiveness had nothing to do with that flabby impressionability which is dignified under the name of the “creative temperament”—it was an extraordinary gift for hope, a romantic readiness such as i have never found in any other person and which it is not likely i shall ever find again. no—gatsby turned out all right at the end; it is what preyed on gatsby, what foul dust floated in the wake of his dreams that temporarily closed out my interest in the abortive sorrows and short-winded elations of men.", "token_count": 240, "char_count": 1364}
+{"book": "great_gatsby", "title": "Great Gatsby", "paragraph_id": 19, "text": "My family have been prominent, well-to-do people in this Middle\nWestern city for three generations. The Carraways are something of a\nclan, and we have a tradition that we’re descended from the Dukes of\nBuccleuch, but the actual founder of my line was my grandfather’s\nbrother, who came here in fifty-one, sent a substitute to the Civil\nWar, and started the wholesale hardware business that my father\ncarries on today.", "clean_text": "my family have been prominent, well-to-do people in this middle western city for three generations. the carraways are something of a clan, and we have a tradition that we’re descended from the dukes of buccleuch, but the actual founder of my line was my grandfather’s brother, who came here in fifty-one, sent a substitute to the civil war, and started the wholesale hardware business that my father carries on today.", "token_count": 70, "char_count": 417}
+{"book": "great_gatsby", "title": "Great Gatsby", "paragraph_id": 20, "text": "I never saw this great-uncle, but I’m supposed to look like him—with\nspecial reference to the rather hard-boiled painting that hangs in\nfather’s office. I graduated from New Haven in 1915, just a quarter of\na century after my father, and a little later I participated in that\ndelayed Teutonic migration known as the Great War. I enjoyed the\ncounter-raid so thoroughly that I came back restless. Instead of being\nthe warm centre of the world, the Middle West now seemed like the\nragged edge of the universe—so I decided to go East and learn the bond\nbusiness. Everybody I knew was in the bond business, so I supposed it\ncould support one more single man. All my aunts and uncles talked it\nover as if they were choosing a prep school for me, and finally said,\n“Why—ye-es,” with very grave, hesitant faces. Father agreed to finance\nme for a year, and after various delays I came East, permanently, I\nthought, in the spring of twenty-two.", "clean_text": "i never saw this great-uncle, but i’m supposed to look like him—with special reference to the rather hard-boiled painting that hangs in father’s office. i graduated from new haven in 1915, just a quarter of a century after my father, and a little later i participated in that delayed teutonic migration known as the great war. i enjoyed the counter-raid so thoroughly that i came back restless. instead of being the warm centre of the world, the middle west now seemed like the ragged edge of the universe—so i decided to go east and learn the bond business. everybody i knew was in the bond business, so i supposed it could support one more single man. all my aunts and uncles talked it over as if they were choosing a prep school for me, and finally said, “why—ye-es,” with very grave, hesitant faces. father agreed to finance me for a year, and after various delays i came east, permanently, i thought, in the spring of twenty-two.", "token_count": 166, "char_count": 934}
+{"book": "great_gatsby", "title": "Great Gatsby", "paragraph_id": 21, "text": "The practical thing was to find rooms in the city, but it was a warm\nseason, and I had just left a country of wide lawns and friendly\ntrees, so when a young man at the office suggested that we take a\nhouse together in a commuting town, it sounded like a great idea. He\nfound the house, a weather-beaten cardboard bungalow at eighty a\nmonth, but at the last minute the firm ordered him to Washington, and\nI went out to the country alone. I had a dog—at least I had him for a\nfew days until he ran away—and an old Dodge and a Finnish woman, who\nmade my bed and cooked breakfast and muttered Finnish wisdom to\nherself over the electric stove.", "clean_text": "the practical thing was to find rooms in the city, but it was a warm season, and i had just left a country of wide lawns and friendly trees, so when a young man at the office suggested that we take a house together in a commuting town, it sounded like a great idea. he found the house, a weather-beaten cardboard bungalow at eighty a month, but at the last minute the firm ordered him to washington, and i went out to the country alone. i had a dog—at least i had him for a few days until he ran away—and an old dodge and a finnish woman, who made my bed and cooked breakfast and muttered finnish wisdom to herself over the electric stove.", "token_count": 125, "char_count": 639}
+{"book": "great_gatsby", "title": "Great Gatsby", "paragraph_id": 24, "text": "I told him. And as I walked on I was lonely no longer. I was a guide,\na pathfinder, an original settler. He had casually conferred on me the\nfreedom of the neighbourhood.", "clean_text": "i told him. and as i walked on i was lonely no longer. i was a guide, a pathfinder, an original settler. he had casually conferred on me the freedom of the neighbourhood.", "token_count": 33, "char_count": 170}
+{"book": "great_gatsby", "title": "Great Gatsby", "paragraph_id": 25, "text": "And so with the sunshine and the great bursts of leaves growing on the\ntrees, just as things grow in fast movies, I had that familiar\nconviction that life was beginning over again with the summer.", "clean_text": "and so with the sunshine and the great bursts of leaves growing on the trees, just as things grow in fast movies, i had that familiar conviction that life was beginning over again with the summer.", "token_count": 36, "char_count": 196}
+{"book": "great_gatsby", "title": "Great Gatsby", "paragraph_id": 26, "text": "There was so much to read, for one thing, and so much fine health to\nbe pulled down out of the young breath-giving air. I bought a dozen\nvolumes on banking and credit and investment securities, and they\nstood on my shelf in red and gold like new money from the mint,\npromising to unfold the shining secrets that only Midas and Morgan and\nMaecenas knew. And I had the high intention of reading many other\nbooks besides. I was rather literary in college—one year I wrote a\nseries of very solemn and obvious editorials for the Yale News—and now\nI was going to bring back all such things into my life and become\nagain that most limited of all specialists, the “well-rounded man.”\nThis isn’t just an epigram—life is much more successfully looked at\nfrom a single window, after all.", "clean_text": "there was so much to read, for one thing, and so much fine health to be pulled down out of the young breath-giving air. i bought a dozen volumes on banking and credit and investment securities, and they stood on my shelf in red and gold like new money from the mint, promising to unfold the shining secrets that only midas and morgan and maecenas knew. and i had the high intention of reading many other books besides. i was rather literary in college—one year i wrote a series of very solemn and obvious editorials for the yale news—and now i was going to bring back all such things into my life and become again that most limited of all specialists, the “well-rounded man.” this isn’t just an epigram—life is much more successfully looked at from a single window, after all.", "token_count": 141, "char_count": 776}
+{"book": "great_gatsby", "title": "Great Gatsby", "paragraph_id": 27, "text": "It was a matter of chance that I should have rented a house in one of\nthe strangest communities in North America. It was on that slender\nriotous island which extends itself due east of New York—and where\nthere are, among other natural curiosities, two unusual formations of\nland. Twenty miles from the city a pair of enormous eggs, identical in\ncontour and separated only by a courtesy bay, jut out into the most\ndomesticated body of salt water in the Western hemisphere, the great\nwet barnyard of Long Island Sound. They are not perfect ovals—like the\negg in the Columbus story, they are both crushed flat at the contact\nend—but their physical resemblance must be a source of perpetual\nwonder to the gulls that fly overhead. To the wingless a more\ninteresting phenomenon is their dissimilarity in every particular\nexcept shape and size.", "clean_text": "it was a matter of chance that i should have rented a house in one of the strangest communities in north america. it was on that slender riotous island which extends itself due east of new york—and where there are, among other natural curiosities, two unusual formations of land. twenty miles from the city a pair of enormous eggs, identical in contour and separated only by a courtesy bay, jut out into the most domesticated body of salt water in the western hemisphere, the great wet barnyard of long island sound. they are not perfect ovals—like the egg in the columbus story, they are both crushed flat at the contact end—but their physical resemblance must be a source of perpetual wonder to the gulls that fly overhead. to the wingless a more interesting phenomenon is their dissimilarity in every particular except shape and size.", "token_count": 144, "char_count": 837}
+{"book": "great_gatsby", "title": "Great Gatsby", "paragraph_id": 28, "text": "I lived at West Egg, the—well, the less fashionable of the two, though\nthis is a most superficial tag to express the bizarre and not a little\nsinister contrast between them. My house was at the very tip of the\negg, only fifty yards from the Sound, and squeezed between two huge\nplaces that rented for twelve or fifteen thousand a season. The one on\nmy right was a colossal affair by any standard—it was a factual\nimitation of some Hôtel de Ville in Normandy, with a tower on one\nside, spanking new under a thin beard of raw ivy, and a marble\nswimming pool, and more than forty acres of lawn and garden. It was\nGatsby’s mansion. Or, rather, as I didn’t know Mr. Gatsby, it was a\nmansion inhabited by a gentleman of that name. My own house was an\neyesore, but it was a small eyesore, and it had been overlooked, so I\nhad a view of the water, a partial view of my neighbour’s lawn, and\nthe consoling proximity of millionaires—all for eighty dollars a\nmonth.", "clean_text": "i lived at west egg, the—well, the less fashionable of the two, though this is a most superficial tag to express the bizarre and not a little sinister contrast between them. 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. 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. or, rather, as i didn’t know mr. gatsby, it was a mansion inhabited by a gentleman of that name. my own house was an eyesore, but it was a small eyesore, and it had been overlooked, so i had a view of the water, a partial view of my neighbour’s lawn, and the consoling proximity of millionaires—all for eighty dollars a month.", "token_count": 180, "char_count": 954}
+{"book": "great_gatsby", "title": "Great Gatsby", "paragraph_id": 29, "text": "Across the courtesy bay the white palaces of fashionable East Egg\nglittered along the water, and the history of the summer really begins\non the evening I drove over there to have dinner with the Tom\nBuchanans. Daisy was my second cousin once removed, and I’d known Tom\nin college. And just after the war I spent two days with them in\nChicago.", "clean_text": "across the courtesy bay the white palaces of fashionable east egg glittered along the water, and the history of the summer really begins on the evening i drove over there to have dinner with the tom buchanans. daisy was my second cousin once removed, and i’d known tom in college. and just after the war i spent two days with them in chicago.", "token_count": 63, "char_count": 342}
+{"book": "great_gatsby", "title": "Great Gatsby", "paragraph_id": 30, "text": "Her husband, among various physical accomplishments, had been one of\nthe most powerful ends that ever played football at New Haven—a\nnational figure in a way, one of those men who reach such an acute\nlimited excellence at twenty-one that everything afterward savours of\nanticlimax. His family were enormously wealthy—even in college his\nfreedom with money was a matter for reproach—but now he’d left Chicago\nand come East in a fashion that rather took your breath away: for\ninstance, he’d brought down a string of polo ponies from Lake\nForest. It was hard to realize that a man in my own generation was\nwealthy enough to do that.", "clean_text": "her husband, among various physical accomplishments, had been one of the most powerful ends that ever played football at new haven—a national figure in a way, one of those men who reach such an acute limited excellence at twenty-one that everything afterward savours of anticlimax. his family were enormously wealthy—even in college his freedom with money was a matter for reproach—but now he’d left chicago and come east in a fashion that rather took your breath away: for instance, he’d brought down a string of polo ponies from lake forest. it was hard to realize that a man in my own generation was wealthy enough to do that.", "token_count": 108, "char_count": 629}
+{"book": "great_gatsby", "title": "Great Gatsby", "paragraph_id": 31, "text": "Why they came East I don’t know. They had spent a year in France for\nno particular reason, and then drifted here and there unrestfully\nwherever people played polo and were rich together. This was a\npermanent move, said Daisy over the telephone, but I didn’t believe\nit—I had no sight into Daisy’s heart, but I felt that Tom would drift\non forever seeking, a little wistfully, for the dramatic turbulence of\nsome irrecoverable football game.", "clean_text": "why they came east i don’t know. they had spent a year in france for no particular reason, and then drifted here and there unrestfully wherever people played polo and were rich together. this was a permanent move, said daisy over the telephone, but i didn’t believe it—i had no sight into daisy’s heart, but i felt that tom would drift on forever seeking, a little wistfully, for the dramatic turbulence of some irrecoverable football game.", "token_count": 76, "char_count": 440}
+{"book": "great_gatsby", "title": "Great Gatsby", "paragraph_id": 32, "text": "And so it happened that on a warm windy evening I drove over to East\nEgg to see two old friends whom I scarcely knew at all. Their house\nwas even more elaborate than I expected, a cheerful red-and-white\nGeorgian Colonial mansion, overlooking the bay. The lawn started at\nthe beach and ran towards the front door for a quarter of a mile,\njumping over sundials and brick walks and burning gardens—finally when\nit reached the house drifting up the side in bright vines as though\nfrom the momentum of its run. The front was broken by a line of French\nwindows, glowing now with reflected gold and wide open to the warm\nwindy afternoon, and Tom Buchanan in riding clothes was standing with\nhis legs apart on the front porch.", "clean_text": "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. the lawn started at the beach and ran towards the front door for a quarter of a mile, jumping over sundials and brick walks and burning gardens—finally when it reached the house drifting up the side in bright vines as though from the momentum of its run. the front was broken by a line of french windows, glowing now with reflected gold and wide open to the warm windy afternoon, and tom buchanan in riding clothes was standing with his legs apart on the front porch.", "token_count": 131, "char_count": 718}
+{"book": "great_gatsby", "title": "Great Gatsby", "paragraph_id": 33, "text": "He had changed since his New Haven years. Now he was a sturdy\nstraw-haired man of thirty, with a rather hard mouth and a\nsupercilious manner. Two shining arrogant eyes had established\ndominance over his face and gave him the appearance of always leaning\naggressively forward. Not even the effeminate swank of his riding\nclothes could hide the enormous power of that body—he seemed to fill\nthose glistening boots until he strained the top lacing, and you could\nsee a great pack of muscle shifting when his shoulder moved under his\nthin coat. It was a body capable of enormous leverage—a cruel body.", "clean_text": "he had changed since his new haven years. now he was a sturdy straw-haired man of thirty, with a rather hard mouth and a supercilious manner. two shining arrogant eyes had established dominance over his face and gave him the appearance of always leaning aggressively forward. not even the effeminate swank of his riding clothes could hide the enormous power of that body—he seemed to fill those glistening boots until he strained the top lacing, and you could see a great pack of muscle shifting when his shoulder moved under his thin coat. it was a body capable of enormous leverage—a cruel body.", "token_count": 103, "char_count": 597}
+{"book": "great_gatsby", "title": "Great Gatsby", "paragraph_id": 34, "text": "His speaking voice, a gruff husky tenor, added to the impression of\nfractiousness he conveyed. There was a touch of paternal contempt in\nit, even toward people he liked—and there were men at New Haven who\nhad hated his guts.", "clean_text": "his speaking voice, a gruff husky tenor, added to the impression of fractiousness he conveyed. there was a touch of paternal contempt in it, even toward people he liked—and there were men at new haven who had hated his guts.", "token_count": 40, "char_count": 224}
+{"book": "great_gatsby", "title": "Great Gatsby", "paragraph_id": 35, "text": "“Now, don’t think my opinion on these matters is final,” he seemed to\nsay, “just because I’m stronger and more of a man than you are.” We\nwere in the same senior society, and while we were never intimate I\nalways had the impression that he approved of me and wanted me to like\nhim with some harsh, defiant wistfulness of his own.", "clean_text": "“now, don’t think my opinion on these matters is final,” he seemed to say, “just because i’m stronger and more of a man than you are.” we were in the same senior society, and while we were never intimate i always had the impression that he approved of me and wanted me to like him with some harsh, defiant wistfulness of his own.", "token_count": 63, "char_count": 329}
+{"book": "great_gatsby", "title": "Great Gatsby", "paragraph_id": 38, "text": "Turning me around by one arm, he moved a broad flat hand along the\nfront vista, including in its sweep a sunken Italian garden, a half\nacre of deep, pungent roses, and a snub-nosed motorboat that bumped\nthe tide offshore.", "clean_text": "turning me around by one arm, he moved a broad flat hand along the front vista, including in its sweep a sunken italian garden, a half acre of deep, pungent roses, and a snub-nosed motorboat that bumped the tide offshore.", "token_count": 40, "char_count": 221}
+{"book": "great_gatsby", "title": "Great Gatsby", "paragraph_id": 40, "text": "We walked through a high hallway into a bright rosy-coloured space,\nfragilely bound into the house by French windows at either end. The\nwindows were ajar and gleaming white against the fresh grass outside\nthat seemed to grow a little way into the house. A breeze blew through\nthe room, blew curtains in at one end and out the other like pale\nflags, twisting them up toward the frosted wedding-cake of the\nceiling, and then rippled over the wine-coloured rug, making a shadow\non it as wind does on the sea.", "clean_text": "we walked through a high hallway into a bright rosy-coloured space, fragilely bound into the house by french windows at either end. the windows were ajar and gleaming white against the fresh grass outside that seemed to grow a little way into the house. a breeze blew through the room, blew curtains in at one end and out the other like pale flags, twisting them up toward the frosted wedding-cake of the ceiling, and then rippled over the wine-coloured rug, making a shadow on it as wind does on the sea.", "token_count": 91, "char_count": 505}
+{"book": "great_gatsby", "title": "Great Gatsby", "paragraph_id": 41, "text": "The only completely stationary object in the room was an enormous\ncouch on which two young women were buoyed up as though upon an\nanchored balloon. They were both in white, and their dresses were\nrippling and fluttering as if they had just been blown back in after a\nshort flight around the house. I must have stood for a few moments\nlistening to the whip and snap of the curtains and the groan of a\npicture on the wall. Then there was a boom as Tom Buchanan shut the\nrear windows and the caught wind died out about the room, and the\ncurtains and the rugs and the two young women ballooned slowly to the\nfloor.", "clean_text": "the only completely stationary object in the room was an enormous couch on which two young women were buoyed up as though upon an anchored balloon. they were both in white, and their dresses were rippling and fluttering as if they had just been blown back in after a short flight around the house. i must have stood for a few moments listening to the whip and snap of the curtains and the groan of a picture on the wall. then there was a boom as tom buchanan shut the rear windows and the caught wind died out about the room, and the curtains and the rugs and the two young women ballooned slowly to the floor.", "token_count": 117, "char_count": 610}
+{"book": "great_gatsby", "title": "Great Gatsby", "paragraph_id": 42, "text": "The younger of the two was a stranger to me. She was extended full\nlength at her end of the divan, completely motionless, and with her\nchin raised a little, as if she were balancing something on it which\nwas quite likely to fall. If she saw me out of the corner of her eyes\nshe gave no hint of it—indeed, I was almost surprised into murmuring\nan apology for having disturbed her by coming in.", "clean_text": "the younger of the two was a stranger to me. she was extended full length at her end of the divan, completely motionless, and with her chin raised a little, as if she were balancing something on it which was quite likely to fall. if she saw me out of the corner of her eyes she gave no hint of it—indeed, i was almost surprised into murmuring an apology for having disturbed her by coming in.", "token_count": 76, "char_count": 392}
+{"book": "great_gatsby", "title": "Great Gatsby", "paragraph_id": 43, "text": "The other girl, Daisy, made an attempt to rise—she leaned slightly\nforward with a conscientious expression—then she laughed, an absurd,\ncharming little laugh, and I laughed too and came forward into the\nroom.", "clean_text": "the other girl, daisy, made an attempt to rise—she leaned slightly forward with a conscientious expression—then she laughed, an absurd, charming little laugh, and i laughed too and came forward into the room.", "token_count": 33, "char_count": 208}
+{"book": "great_gatsby", "title": "Great Gatsby", "paragraph_id": 45, "text": "She laughed again, as if she said something very witty, and held my\nhand for a moment, looking up into my face, promising that there was\nno one in the world she so much wanted to see. That was a way she\nhad. She hinted in a murmur that the surname of the balancing girl was\nBaker. (I’ve heard it said that Daisy’s murmur was only to make people\nlean toward her; an irrelevant criticism that made it no less\ncharming.)", "clean_text": "she laughed again, as if she said something very witty, and held my hand for a moment, looking up into my face, promising that there was no one in the world she so much wanted to see. that was a way she had. she hinted in a murmur that the surname of the balancing girl was baker. (i’ve heard it said that daisy’s murmur was only to make people lean toward her; an irrelevant criticism that made it no less charming.)", "token_count": 81, "char_count": 417}
+{"book": "great_gatsby", "title": "Great Gatsby", "paragraph_id": 46, "text": "At any rate, Miss Baker’s lips fluttered, she nodded at me almost\nimperceptibly, and then quickly tipped her head back again—the object\nshe was balancing had obviously tottered a little and given her\nsomething of a fright. Again a sort of apology arose to my lips.\nAlmost any exhibition of complete self-sufficiency draws a stunned\ntribute from me.", "clean_text": "at any rate, miss baker’s lips fluttered, she nodded at me almost imperceptibly, and then quickly tipped her head back again—the object she was balancing had obviously tottered a little and given her something of a fright. again a sort of apology arose to my lips. almost any exhibition of complete self-sufficiency draws a stunned tribute from me.", "token_count": 58, "char_count": 348}
+{"book": "great_gatsby", "title": "Great Gatsby", "paragraph_id": 47, "text": "I looked back at my cousin, who began to ask me questions in her low,\nthrilling voice. It was the kind of voice that the ear follows up and\ndown, as if each speech is an arrangement of notes that will never be\nplayed again. Her face was sad and lovely with bright things in it,\nbright eyes and a bright passionate mouth, but there was an excitement\nin her voice that men who had cared for her found difficult to forget:\na singing compulsion, a whispered “Listen,” a promise that she had\ndone gay, exciting things just a while since and that there were gay,\nexciting things hovering in the next hour.", "clean_text": "i looked back at my cousin, who began to ask me questions in her low, thrilling voice. it was the kind of voice that the ear follows up and down, as if each speech is an arrangement of notes that will never be played again. her face was sad and lovely with bright things in it, bright eyes and a bright passionate mouth, but there was an excitement in her voice that men who had cared for her found difficult to forget: a singing compulsion, a whispered “listen,” a promise that she had done gay, exciting things just a while since and that there were gay, exciting things hovering in the next hour.", "token_count": 113, "char_count": 599}
+{"book": "great_gatsby", "title": "Great Gatsby", "paragraph_id": 50, "text": "“The whole town is desolate. All the cars have the left rear wheel\npainted black as a mourning wreath, and there’s a persistent wail all\nnight along the north shore.”", "clean_text": "“the whole town is desolate. all the cars have the left rear wheel painted black as a mourning wreath, and there’s a persistent wail all night along the north shore.”", "token_count": 30, "char_count": 166}
+{"book": "great_gatsby", "title": "Great Gatsby", "paragraph_id": 64, "text": "“Oh, I’ll stay in the East, don’t you worry,” he said, glancing at\nDaisy and then back at me, as if he were alert for something\nmore. “I’d be a God damned fool to live anywhere else.”", "clean_text": "“oh, i’ll stay in the east, don’t you worry,” he said, glancing at daisy and then back at me, as if he were alert for something more. “i’d be a god damned fool to live anywhere else.”", "token_count": 37, "char_count": 183}
+{"book": "great_gatsby", "title": "Great Gatsby", "paragraph_id": 65, "text": "At this point Miss Baker said: “Absolutely!” with such suddenness that\nI started—it was the first word she had uttered since I came into the\nroom. Evidently it surprised her as much as it did me, for she yawned\nand with a series of rapid, deft movements stood up into the room.", "clean_text": "at this point miss baker said: “absolutely!” with such suddenness that i started—it was the first word she had uttered since i came into the room. evidently it surprised her as much as it did me, for she yawned and with a series of rapid, deft movements stood up into the room.", "token_count": 52, "char_count": 277}
+{"book": "great_gatsby", "title": "Great Gatsby", "paragraph_id": 71, "text": "I looked at Miss Baker, wondering what it was she “got done.” I\nenjoyed looking at her. She was a slender, small-breasted girl, with\nan erect carriage, which she accentuated by throwing her body backward\nat the shoulders like a young cadet. Her grey sun-strained eyes looked\nback at me with polite reciprocal curiosity out of a wan, charming,\ndiscontented face. It occurred to me now that I had seen her, or a\npicture of her, somewhere before.", "clean_text": "i looked at miss baker, wondering what it was she “got done.” i enjoyed looking at her. she was a slender, small-breasted girl, with an erect carriage, which she accentuated by throwing her body backward at the shoulders like a young cadet. her grey sun-strained eyes looked back at me with polite reciprocal curiosity out of a wan, charming, discontented face. it occurred to me now that i had seen her, or a picture of her, somewhere before.", "token_count": 78, "char_count": 443}
+{"book": "great_gatsby", "title": "Great Gatsby", "paragraph_id": 76, "text": "Before I could reply that he was my neighbour dinner was announced;\nwedging his tense arm imperatively under mine, Tom Buchanan compelled\nme from the room as though he were moving a checker to another square.", "clean_text": "before i could reply that he was my neighbour dinner was announced; wedging his tense arm imperatively under mine, tom buchanan compelled me from the room as though he were moving a checker to another square.", "token_count": 36, "char_count": 208}
+{"book": "great_gatsby", "title": "Great Gatsby", "paragraph_id": 77, "text": "Slenderly, languidly, their hands set lightly on their hips, the two\nyoung women preceded us out on to a rosy-coloured porch, open toward\nthe sunset, where four candles flickered on the table in the\ndiminished wind.", "clean_text": "slenderly, languidly, their hands set lightly on their hips, the two young women preceded us out on to a rosy-coloured porch, open toward the sunset, where four candles flickered on the table in the diminished wind.", "token_count": 36, "char_count": 215}
+{"book": "great_gatsby", "title": "Great Gatsby", "paragraph_id": 78, "text": "“Why candles?” objected Daisy, frowning. She snapped them out with her\nfingers. “In two weeks it’ll be the longest day in the year.” She\nlooked at us all radiantly. “Do you always watch for the longest day\nof the year and then miss it? I always watch for the longest day in\nthe year and then miss it.”", "clean_text": "“why candles?” objected daisy, frowning. she snapped them out with her fingers. “in two weeks it’ll be the longest day in the year.” she looked at us all radiantly. “do you always watch for the longest day of the year and then miss it? i always watch for the longest day in the year and then miss it.”", "token_count": 58, "char_count": 301}
+{"book": "great_gatsby", "title": "Great Gatsby", "paragraph_id": 84, "text": "“You did it, Tom,” she said accusingly. “I know you didn’t mean to,\nbut you did do it. That’s what I get for marrying a brute of a man, a\ngreat, big, hulking physical specimen of a—”", "clean_text": "“you did it, tom,” she said accusingly. “i know you didn’t mean to, but you did do it. that’s what i get for marrying a brute of a man, a great, big, hulking physical specimen of a—”", "token_count": 37, "char_count": 182}
+{"book": "great_gatsby", "title": "Great Gatsby", "paragraph_id": 87, "text": "Sometimes she and Miss Baker talked at once, unobtrusively and with a\nbantering inconsequence that was never quite chatter, that was as cool\nas their white dresses and their impersonal eyes in the absence of all\ndesire. They were here, and they accepted Tom and me, making only a\npolite pleasant effort to entertain or to be entertained. They knew\nthat presently dinner would be over and a little later the evening too\nwould be over and casually put away. It was sharply different from the\nWest, where an evening was hurried from phase to phase towards its\nclose, in a continually disappointed anticipation or else in sheer\nnervous dread of the moment itself.", "clean_text": "sometimes she and miss baker talked at once, unobtrusively and with a bantering inconsequence that was never quite chatter, that was as cool as their white dresses and their impersonal eyes in the absence of all desire. they were here, and they accepted tom and me, making only a polite pleasant effort to entertain or to be entertained. they knew that presently dinner would be over and a little later the evening too would be over and casually put away. it was sharply different from the west, where an evening was hurried from phase to phase towards its close, in a continually disappointed anticipation or else in sheer nervous dread of the moment itself.", "token_count": 114, "char_count": 659}
+{"book": "great_gatsby", "title": "Great Gatsby", "paragraph_id": 90, "text": "“Civilization’s going to pieces,” broke out Tom violently. “I’ve\ngotten to be a terrible pessimist about things. Have you read The Rise\nof the Coloured Empires by this man Goddard?”", "clean_text": "“civilization’s going to pieces,” broke out tom violently. “i’ve gotten to be a terrible pessimist about things. have you read the rise of the coloured empires by this man goddard?”", "token_count": 30, "char_count": 181}
+{"book": "great_gatsby", "title": "Great Gatsby", "paragraph_id": 92, "text": "“Well, it’s a fine book, and everybody ought to read it. The idea is\nif we don’t look out the white race will be—will be utterly\nsubmerged. It’s all scientific stuff; it’s been proved.”", "clean_text": "“well, it’s a fine book, and everybody ought to read it. the idea is if we don’t look out the white race will be—will be utterly submerged. it’s all scientific stuff; it’s been proved.”", "token_count": 34, "char_count": 185}
+{"book": "great_gatsby", "title": "Great Gatsby", "paragraph_id": 94, "text": "“Well, these books are all scientific,” insisted Tom, glancing at her\nimpatiently. “This fellow has worked out the whole thing. It’s up to\nus, who are the dominant race, to watch out or these other races will\nhave control of things.”", "clean_text": "“well, these books are all scientific,” insisted tom, glancing at her impatiently. “this fellow has worked out the whole thing. it’s up to us, who are the dominant race, to watch out or these other races will have control of things.”", "token_count": 41, "char_count": 233}
+{"book": "great_gatsby", "title": "Great Gatsby", "paragraph_id": 97, "text": "“This idea is that we’re Nordics. I am, and you are, and you are,\nand—” After an infinitesimal hesitation he included Daisy with a\nslight nod, and she winked at me again. “—And we’ve produced all the\nthings that go to make civilization—oh, science and art, and all\nthat. Do you see?”", "clean_text": "“this idea is that we’re nordics. i am, and you are, and you are, and—” after an infinitesimal hesitation he included daisy with a slight nod, and she winked at me again. “—and we’ve produced all the things that go to make civilization—oh, science and art, and all that. do you see?”", "token_count": 52, "char_count": 283}
+{"book": "great_gatsby", "title": "Great Gatsby", "paragraph_id": 98, "text": "There was something pathetic in his concentration, as if his\ncomplacency, more acute than of old, was not enough to him any more.\nWhen, almost immediately, the telephone rang inside and the butler\nleft the porch Daisy seized upon the momentary interruption and leaned\ntowards me.", "clean_text": "there was something pathetic in his concentration, as if his complacency, more acute than of old, was not enough to him any more. when, almost immediately, the telephone rang inside and the butler left the porch daisy seized upon the momentary interruption and leaned towards me.", "token_count": 46, "char_count": 279}
+{"book": "great_gatsby", "title": "Great Gatsby", "paragraph_id": 101, "text": "“Well, he wasn’t always a butler; he used to be the silver polisher\nfor some people in New York that had a silver service for two hundred\npeople. He had to polish it from morning till night, until finally it\nbegan to affect his nose—”", "clean_text": "“well, he wasn’t always a butler; he used to be the silver 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—”", "token_count": 45, "char_count": 234}
+{"book": "great_gatsby", "title": "Great Gatsby", "paragraph_id": 104, "text": "For a moment the last sunshine fell with romantic affection upon her\nglowing face; her voice compelled me forward breathlessly as I\nlistened—then the glow faded, each light deserting her with lingering\nregret, like children leaving a pleasant street at dusk.", "clean_text": "for a moment the last sunshine fell with romantic affection 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.", "token_count": 41, "char_count": 258}
+{"book": "great_gatsby", "title": "Great Gatsby", "paragraph_id": 105, "text": "The butler came back and murmured something close to Tom’s ear,\nwhereupon Tom frowned, pushed back his chair, and without a word went\ninside. As if his absence quickened something within her, Daisy leaned\nforward again, her voice glowing and singing.", "clean_text": "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.", "token_count": 41, "char_count": 250}
+{"book": "great_gatsby", "title": "Great Gatsby", "paragraph_id": 106, "text": "“I love to see you at my table, Nick. You remind me of a—of a rose, an\nabsolute rose. Doesn’t he?” She turned to Miss Baker for confirmation:\n“An absolute rose?”", "clean_text": "“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?”", "token_count": 31, "char_count": 161}
+{"book": "great_gatsby", "title": "Great Gatsby", "paragraph_id": 107, "text": "This was untrue. I am not even faintly like a rose. She was only\nextemporizing, but a stirring warmth flowed from her, as if her heart\nwas trying to come out to you concealed in one of those breathless,\nthrilling words. Then suddenly she threw her napkin on the table and\nexcused herself and went into the house.", "clean_text": "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 words. then suddenly she threw her napkin on the table and excused herself and went into the house.", "token_count": 58, "char_count": 312}
+{"book": "great_gatsby", "title": "Great Gatsby", "paragraph_id": 108, "text": "Miss Baker and I exchanged a short glance consciously devoid of\nmeaning. I was about to speak when she sat up alertly and said “Sh!”\nin a warning voice. A subdued impassioned murmur was audible in the\nroom beyond, and Miss Baker leaned forward unashamed, trying to\nhear. The murmur trembled on the verge of coherence, sank down,\nmounted excitedly, and then ceased altogether.", "clean_text": "miss baker and i exchanged a short glance consciously devoid of meaning. i was about to speak when she sat up alertly and said “sh!” in a warning voice. a subdued impassioned 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.", "token_count": 64, "char_count": 375}
+{"book": "great_gatsby", "title": "Great Gatsby", "paragraph_id": 120, "text": "She sat down, glanced searchingly at Miss Baker and then at me, and\ncontinued: “I looked outdoors for a minute, and it’s very romantic\noutdoors. There’s a bird on the lawn that I think must be a\nnightingale come over on the Cunard or White Star Line. He’s singing\naway—” Her voice sang: “It’s romantic, isn’t it, Tom?”", "clean_text": "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 nightingale come over on the cunard or white star line. he’s singing away—” her voice sang: “it’s romantic, isn’t it, tom?”", "token_count": 58, "char_count": 318}
+{"book": "great_gatsby", "title": "Great Gatsby", "paragraph_id": 122, "text": "The telephone rang inside, startlingly, and as Daisy shook her head\ndecisively at Tom the subject of the stables, in fact all subjects,\nvanished into air. Among the broken fragments of the last five minutes\nat table I remember the candles being lit again, pointlessly, and I\nwas conscious of wanting to look squarely at everyone, and yet to\navoid all eyes. I couldn’t guess what Daisy and Tom were thinking, but\nI doubt if even Miss Baker, who seemed to have mastered a certain\nhardy scepticism, was able utterly to put this fifth guest’s shrill\nmetallic urgency out of mind. To a certain temperament the situation\nmight have seemed intriguing—my own instinct was to telephone\nimmediately for the police.", "clean_text": "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 everyone, 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 scepticism, was able utterly to put this fifth guest’s shrill metallic urgency out of mind. to a certain temperament the situation might have seemed intriguing—my own instinct was to telephone immediately for the police.", "token_count": 120, "char_count": 704}
+{"book": "great_gatsby", "title": "Great Gatsby", "paragraph_id": 123, "text": "The horses, needless to say, were not mentioned again. Tom and Miss\nBaker, with several feet of twilight between them, strolled back into\nthe library, as if to a vigil beside a perfectly tangible body, while,\ntrying to look pleasantly interested and a little deaf, I followed\nDaisy around a chain of connecting verandas to the porch in front. In\nits deep gloom we sat down side by side on a wicker settee.", "clean_text": "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 interested 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.", "token_count": 73, "char_count": 405}
+{"book": "great_gatsby", "title": "Great Gatsby", "paragraph_id": 124, "text": "Daisy took her face in her hands as if feeling its lovely shape, and\nher eyes moved gradually out into the velvet dusk. I saw that\nturbulent emotions possessed her, so I asked what I thought would be\nsome sedative questions about her little girl.", "clean_text": "daisy took her face in her hands as if feeling its lovely 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.", "token_count": 45, "char_count": 246}
+{"book": "great_gatsby", "title": "Great Gatsby", "paragraph_id": 132, "text": "“It’ll show you how I’ve gotten to feel about—things. Well, she was\nless than an hour old and Tom was God knows where. I woke up out of\nthe ether with an utterly abandoned feeling, and asked the nurse right\naway if it was a boy or a girl. She told me it was a girl, and so I\nturned my head away and wept. ‘All right,’ I said, ‘I’m glad it’s a\ngirl. And I hope she’ll be a fool—that’s the best thing a girl can be\nin this world, a beautiful little fool.’", "clean_text": "“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.’", "token_count": 95, "char_count": 453}
+{"book": "great_gatsby", "title": "Great Gatsby", "paragraph_id": 133, "text": "“You see I think everything’s terrible anyhow,” she went on in a\nconvinced way. “Everybody thinks so—the most advanced people. And I\nknow. I’ve been everywhere and seen everything and done everything.”\nHer eyes flashed around her in a defiant way, rather like Tom’s, and\nshe laughed with thrilling scorn. “Sophisticated—God, I’m\nsophisticated!”", "clean_text": "“you see i think everything’s terrible anyhow,” she went on in a convinced way. “everybody thinks so—the most advanced people. and i know. 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!”", "token_count": 53, "char_count": 344}
+{"book": "great_gatsby", "title": "Great Gatsby", "paragraph_id": 134, "text": "The instant her voice broke off, ceasing to compel my attention, my\nbelief, I felt the basic insincerity of what she had said. It made me\nuneasy, as though the whole evening had been a trick of some sort to\nexact a contributory emotion from me. I waited, and sure enough, in a\nmoment she looked at me with an absolute smirk on her lovely face, as\nif she had asserted her membership in a rather distinguished secret\nsociety to which she and Tom belonged.", "clean_text": "the instant her voice broke off, ceasing to compel my 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 emotion 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.", "token_count": 85, "char_count": 453}
+{"book": "great_gatsby", "title": "Great Gatsby", "paragraph_id": 136, "text": "Inside, the crimson room bloomed with light. Tom and Miss Baker sat at\neither end of the long couch and she read aloud to him from the\nSaturday Evening Post—the words, murmurous and uninflected, running\ntogether in a soothing tune. The lamplight, bright on his boots and\ndull on the autumn-leaf yellow of her hair, glinted along the paper as\nshe turned a page with a flutter of slender muscles in her arms.", "clean_text": "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 soothing tune. the lamplight, 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.", "token_count": 73, "char_count": 406}
+{"book": "great_gatsby", "title": "Great Gatsby", "paragraph_id": 143, "text": "I knew now why her face was familiar—its pleasing contemptuous\nexpression had looked out at me from many rotogravure pictures of the\nsporting life at Asheville and Hot Springs and Palm Beach. I had heard\nsome story of her too, a critical, unpleasant story, but what it was I\nhad forgotten long ago.", "clean_text": "i knew now why her face was familiar—its pleasing contemptuous expression had looked out at me from many rotogravure pictures of the sporting life at asheville and hot springs and palm beach. i had heard some story of her too, a critical, unpleasant story, but what it was i had forgotten long ago.", "token_count": 53, "char_count": 298}
+{"book": "great_gatsby", "title": "Great Gatsby", "paragraph_id": 147, "text": "“Of course you will,” confirmed Daisy. “In fact I think I’ll arrange a\nmarriage. Come over often, Nick, and I’ll sort of—oh—fling you\ntogether. You know—lock you up accidentally in linen closets and push\nyou out to sea in a boat, and all that sort of thing—”", "clean_text": "“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 accidentally in linen closets and push you out to sea in a boat, and all that sort of thing—”", "token_count": 47, "char_count": 258}
+{"book": "great_gatsby", "title": "Great Gatsby", "paragraph_id": 152, "text": "“Her family is one aunt about a thousand years old. Besides, Nick’s\ngoing to look after her, aren’t you, Nick? She’s going to spend lots\nof weekends out here this summer. I think the home influence will be\nvery good for her.”", "clean_text": "“her family is one aunt about a thousand years old. besides, nick’s going to look after her, aren’t you, nick? she’s going to spend lots of weekends out here this summer. i think the home influence will be very good for her.”", "token_count": 42, "char_count": 225}
+{"book": "great_gatsby", "title": "Great Gatsby", "paragraph_id": 157, "text": "“Did I?” She looked at me. “I can’t seem to remember, but I think we\ntalked about the Nordic race. Yes, I’m sure we did. It sort of crept\nup on us and first thing you know—”", "clean_text": "“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—”", "token_count": 37, "char_count": 173}
+{"book": "great_gatsby", "title": "Great Gatsby", "paragraph_id": 159, "text": "I said lightly that I had heard nothing at all, and a few minutes\nlater I got up to go home. They came to the door with me and stood\nside by side in a cheerful square of light. As I started my motor\nDaisy peremptorily called: “Wait!", "clean_text": "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!", "token_count": 48, "char_count": 232}
+{"book": "great_gatsby", "title": "Great Gatsby", "paragraph_id": 164, "text": "Of course I knew what they were referring to, but I wasn’t even\nvaguely engaged. The fact that gossip had published the banns was one\nof the reasons I had come East. You can’t stop going with an old\nfriend on account of rumours, and on the other hand I had no intention\nof being rumoured into marriage.", "clean_text": "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 rumours, and on the other hand i had no intention of being rumoured into marriage.", "token_count": 58, "char_count": 302}
+{"book": "great_gatsby", "title": "Great Gatsby", "paragraph_id": 165, "text": "Their interest rather touched me and made them less remotely\nrich—nevertheless, I was confused and a little disgusted as I drove\naway. It seemed to me that the thing for Daisy to do was to rush out\nof the house, child in arms—but apparently there were no such\nintentions in her head. As for Tom, the fact that he “had some woman\nin New York” was really less surprising than that he had been\ndepressed by a book. Something was making him nibble at the edge of\nstale ideas as if his sturdy physical egotism no longer nourished his\nperemptory heart.", "clean_text": "their interest rather touched me and made them less remotely rich—nevertheless, i was confused and a little disgusted as i drove away. it seemed to me that the thing for daisy to do 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 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.", "token_count": 101, "char_count": 546}
+{"book": "great_gatsby", "title": "Great Gatsby", "paragraph_id": 166, "text": "Already it was deep summer on roadhouse roofs and in front of wayside\ngarages, where new red petrol-pumps sat out in pools of light, and\nwhen I reached my estate at West Egg I ran the car under its shed and\nsat for a while on an abandoned grass roller in the yard. The wind had\nblown off, leaving a loud, bright night, with wings beating in the\ntrees and a persistent organ sound as the full bellows of the earth\nblew the frogs full of life. The silhouette of a moving cat wavered\nacross the moonlight, and, turning my head to watch it, I saw that I\nwas not alone—fifty feet away a figure had emerged from the shadow of\nmy neighbour’s mansion and was standing with his hands in his pockets\nregarding the silver pepper of the stars. Something in his leisurely\nmovements and the secure position of his feet upon the lawn suggested\nthat it was Mr. Gatsby himself, come out to determine what share was\nhis of our local heavens.", "clean_text": "already it was deep summer on roadhouse roofs and in front of wayside garages, where new red petrol-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 wavered 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 neighbour’s mansion and was standing with his hands in his pockets regarding the silver pepper of the stars. something in his leisurely movements and the secure position of his feet upon the lawn suggested that it was mr. gatsby himself, come out to determine what share was his of our local heavens.", "token_count": 174, "char_count": 923}
+{"book": "great_gatsby", "title": "Great Gatsby", "paragraph_id": 167, "text": "I decided to call to him. Miss Baker had mentioned him at dinner, and\nthat would do for an introduction. But I didn’t call to him, for he\ngave a sudden intimation that he was content to be alone—he stretched\nout his arms toward the dark water in a curious way, and, far as I was\nfrom him, I could have sworn he was trembling. Involuntarily I glanced\nseaward—and distinguished nothing except a single green light, minute\nand far away, that might have been the end of a dock. When I looked\nonce more for Gatsby he had vanished, and I was alone again in the\nunquiet darkness.", "clean_text": "i decided to call to him. miss baker had mentioned him at dinner, and that would do 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 vanished, and i was alone again in the unquiet darkness.", "token_count": 108, "char_count": 572}
+{"book": "great_gatsby", "title": "Great Gatsby", "paragraph_id": 169, "text": "About halfway between West Egg and New York the motor road hastily\njoins the railroad and runs beside it for a quarter of a mile, so as\nto shrink away from a certain desolate area of land. This is a valley\nof ashes—a fantastic farm where ashes grow like wheat into ridges and\nhills and grotesque gardens; where ashes take the forms of houses and\nchimneys and rising smoke and, finally, with a transcendent effort, of\nash-grey men, who move dimly and already crumbling through the powdery\nair. Occasionally a line of grey cars crawls along an invisible track,\ngives out a ghastly creak, and comes to rest, and immediately the\nash-grey men swarm up with leaden spades and stir up an impenetrable\ncloud, which screens their obscure operations from your sight.", "clean_text": "about halfway between west egg and new york the motor road hastily joins the railroad and runs beside it for a quarter of a mile, so as to shrink away from a certain desolate area of land. 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 ash-grey men, who move dimly and already crumbling through the powdery air. occasionally a line of grey cars crawls along an invisible track, gives out a ghastly creak, and comes to rest, and immediately the ash-grey men swarm up with leaden spades and stir up an impenetrable cloud, which screens their obscure operations from your sight.", "token_count": 132, "char_count": 756}
+{"book": "great_gatsby", "title": "Great Gatsby", "paragraph_id": 170, "text": "But above the grey land and the spasms of bleak dust which drift\nendlessly over it, you perceive, after a moment, the eyes of Doctor T.\nJ. Eckleburg. The eyes of Doctor T. J. Eckleburg are blue and\ngigantic—their retinas are one yard high. They look out of no face,\nbut, instead, from a pair of enormous yellow spectacles which pass\nover a nonexistent nose. Evidently some wild wag of an oculist set\nthem there to fatten his practice in the borough of Queens, and then\nsank down himself into eternal blindness, or forgot them and moved\naway. But his eyes, dimmed a little by many paintless days, under sun\nand rain, brood on over the solemn dumping ground.", "clean_text": "but above the grey land and the spasms of bleak dust which drift endlessly over it, you perceive, after a moment, the eyes of doctor t. j. eckleburg. 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. evidently some wild wag of an oculist set them there to fatten his practice in the borough of queens, and then sank down himself into eternal blindness, or forgot them and moved away. but his eyes, dimmed a little by many paintless days, under sun and rain, brood on over the solemn dumping ground.", "token_count": 119, "char_count": 656}
+{"book": "great_gatsby", "title": "Great Gatsby", "paragraph_id": 171, "text": "The valley of ashes is bounded on one side by a small foul river, and,\nwhen the drawbridge is up to let barges through, the passengers on\nwaiting trains can stare at the dismal scene for as long as half an\nhour. There is always a halt there of at least a minute, and it was\nbecause of this that I first met Tom Buchanan’s mistress.", "clean_text": "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.", "token_count": 66, "char_count": 331}
+{"book": "great_gatsby", "title": "Great Gatsby", "paragraph_id": 172, "text": "The fact that he had one was insisted upon wherever he was known. His\nacquaintances resented the fact that he turned up in popular cafés\nwith her and, leaving her at a table, sauntered about, chatting with\nwhomsoever he knew. Though I was curious to see her, I had no desire\nto meet her—but I did. I went up to New York with Tom on the train one\nafternoon, and when we stopped by the ash-heaps he jumped to his feet\nand, taking hold of my elbow, literally forced me from the car.", "clean_text": "the fact that he had one was insisted upon wherever he was known. his acquaintances resented the fact that he turned up in popular cafés with her and, leaving her at a table, sauntered about, chatting with whomsoever he knew. though i was curious to see her, i had no desire to meet her—but i did. i went up to new york with tom on the train one afternoon, and when we stopped by the ash-heaps he jumped to his feet and, taking hold of my elbow, literally forced me from the car.", "token_count": 93, "char_count": 479}
+{"book": "great_gatsby", "title": "Great Gatsby", "paragraph_id": 174, "text": "I think he’d tanked up a good deal at luncheon, and his determination\nto have my company bordered on violence. The supercilious assumption\nwas that on Sunday afternoon I had nothing better to do.", "clean_text": "i think he’d tanked up a good deal at luncheon, and his determination to have my company bordered on violence. the supercilious assumption was that on sunday afternoon i had nothing better to do.", "token_count": 34, "char_count": 195}
+{"book": "great_gatsby", "title": "Great Gatsby", "paragraph_id": 175, "text": "I followed him over a low whitewashed railroad fence, and we walked\nback a hundred yards along the road under Doctor Eckleburg’s\npersistent stare. The only building in sight was a small block of\nyellow brick sitting on the edge of the waste land, a sort of compact\nMain Street ministering to it, and contiguous to absolutely nothing.\nOne of the three shops it contained was for rent and another was an\nall-night restaurant, approached by a trail of ashes; the third was a\ngarage—Repairs. George B. Wilson. Cars bought and sold.—and I followed\nTom inside.", "clean_text": "i followed him over a low whitewashed railroad fence, and we walked back a hundred yards along the road under doctor eckleburg’s persistent stare. the only building in sight was a small block of yellow brick sitting on the edge of the waste land, a sort of compact main street ministering to it, and contiguous to absolutely nothing. one of the three shops it contained was for rent and another was an all-night restaurant, approached by a trail of ashes; the third was a garage—repairs. george b. wilson. cars bought and sold.—and i followed tom inside.", "token_count": 96, "char_count": 554}
+{"book": "great_gatsby", "title": "Great Gatsby", "paragraph_id": 176, "text": "The interior was unprosperous and bare; the only car visible was the\ndust-covered wreck of a Ford which crouched in a dim corner. It had\noccurred to me that this shadow of a garage must be a blind, and that\nsumptuous and romantic apartments were concealed overhead, when the\nproprietor himself appeared in the door of an office, wiping his hands\non a piece of waste. He was a blond, spiritless man, anaemic, and\nfaintly handsome. When he saw us a damp gleam of hope sprang into his\nlight blue eyes.", "clean_text": "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. he was a blond, spiritless man, anaemic, and faintly handsome. when he saw us a damp gleam of hope sprang into his light blue eyes.", "token_count": 91, "char_count": 498}
+{"book": "great_gatsby", "title": "Great Gatsby", "paragraph_id": 183, "text": "His voice faded off and Tom glanced impatiently around the garage.\nThen I heard footsteps on a stairs, and in a moment the thickish\nfigure of a woman blocked out the light from the office door. She was\nin the middle thirties, and faintly stout, but she carried her flesh\nsensuously as some women can. Her face, above a spotted dress of dark\nblue crêpe-de-chine, contained no facet or gleam of beauty, but there\nwas an immediately perceptible vitality about her as if the nerves of\nher body were continually smouldering. She smiled slowly and, walking\nthrough her husband as if he were a ghost, shook hands with Tom,\nlooking him flush in the eye. Then she wet her lips, and without\nturning around spoke to her husband in a soft, coarse voice:", "clean_text": "his voice faded off and tom glanced impatiently around the garage. then i heard footsteps on a stairs, and in a moment the thickish figure of a woman blocked out the light from the office door. she was in the middle thirties, and faintly stout, but she carried her flesh sensuously as some women can. her face, above a spotted dress of dark blue crêpe-de-chine, contained no facet or gleam of beauty, but there was an immediately perceptible vitality about her as if the nerves of her body were continually smouldering. she smiled slowly and, walking through her husband as if he were a ghost, shook hands with tom, looking him flush in the eye. then she wet her lips, and without turning around spoke to her husband in a soft, coarse voice:", "token_count": 133, "char_count": 741}
+{"book": "great_gatsby", "title": "Great Gatsby", "paragraph_id": 185, "text": "“Oh, sure,” agreed Wilson hurriedly, and went toward the little\noffice, mingling immediately with the cement colour of the walls. A\nwhite ashen dust veiled his dark suit and his pale hair as it veiled\neverything in the vicinity—except his wife, who moved close to Tom.", "clean_text": "“oh, sure,” agreed wilson hurriedly, and went toward the little office, mingling immediately with the cement colour of the walls. a white ashen dust veiled his dark suit and his pale hair as it veiled everything in the vicinity—except his wife, who moved close to tom.", "token_count": 46, "char_count": 268}
+{"book": "great_gatsby", "title": "Great Gatsby", "paragraph_id": 190, "text": "We waited for her down the road and out of sight. It was a few days\nbefore the Fourth of July, and a grey, scrawny Italian child was\nsetting torpedoes in a row along the railroad track.", "clean_text": "we waited for her down the road and out of sight. it was a few days before the fourth of july, and a grey, scrawny italian child was setting torpedoes in a row along the railroad track.", "token_count": 37, "char_count": 185}
+{"book": "great_gatsby", "title": "Great Gatsby", "paragraph_id": 196, "text": "So Tom Buchanan and his girl and I went up together to New York—or not\nquite together, for Mrs. Wilson sat discreetly in another car. Tom\ndeferred that much to the sensibilities of those East Eggers who might\nbe on the train.", "clean_text": "so tom buchanan and his girl and i went up together to new york—or not quite together, for mrs. wilson sat discreetly in another car. tom deferred that much to the sensibilities of those east eggers who might be on the train.", "token_count": 42, "char_count": 225}
+{"book": "great_gatsby", "title": "Great Gatsby", "paragraph_id": 197, "text": "She had changed her dress to a brown figured muslin, which stretched\ntight over her rather wide hips as Tom helped her to the platform in\nNew York. At the newsstand she bought a copy of Town Tattle and a\nmoving-picture magazine, and in the station drugstore some cold cream\nand a small flask of perfume. Upstairs, in the solemn echoing drive\nshe let four taxicabs drive away before she selected a new one,\nlavender-coloured with grey upholstery, and in this we slid out from\nthe mass of the station into the glowing sunshine. But immediately she\nturned sharply from the window and, leaning forward, tapped on the\nfront glass.", "clean_text": "she had changed her dress to a brown figured muslin, which stretched tight over her rather wide hips as tom helped her to the platform in new york. at the newsstand she bought a copy of town tattle and a moving-picture magazine, and in the station drugstore some cold cream and a small flask of perfume. upstairs, in the solemn echoing drive she let four taxicabs drive away before she selected a new one, lavender-coloured with grey upholstery, and in this we slid out from the mass of the station into the glowing sunshine. but immediately she turned sharply from the window and, leaning forward, tapped on the front glass.", "token_count": 110, "char_count": 625}
+{"book": "great_gatsby", "title": "Great Gatsby", "paragraph_id": 199, "text": "We backed up to a grey old man who bore an absurd resemblance to John\nD. Rockefeller. In a basket swung from his neck cowered a dozen very\nrecent puppies of an indeterminate breed.", "clean_text": "we backed up to a grey old man who bore an absurd resemblance to john d. rockefeller. in a basket swung from his neck cowered a dozen very recent puppies of an indeterminate breed.", "token_count": 34, "char_count": 180}
+{"book": "great_gatsby", "title": "Great Gatsby", "paragraph_id": 205, "text": "“No, it’s not exactly a police dog,” said the man with disappointment\nin his voice. “It’s more of an Airedale.” He passed his hand over the\nbrown washrag of a back. “Look at that coat. Some coat. That’s a dog\nthat’ll never bother you with catching cold.”", "clean_text": "“no, it’s not exactly a police dog,” said the man with disappointment in his voice. “it’s more of an airedale.” he passed his hand over the brown washrag of a back. “look at that coat. some coat. that’s a dog that’ll never bother you with catching cold.”", "token_count": 47, "char_count": 254}
+{"book": "great_gatsby", "title": "Great Gatsby", "paragraph_id": 208, "text": "The Airedale—undoubtedly there was an Airedale concerned in it\nsomewhere, though its feet were startlingly white—changed hands and\nsettled down into Mrs. Wilson’s lap, where she fondled the\nweatherproof coat with rapture.", "clean_text": "the airedale—undoubtedly there was an airedale concerned in it somewhere, though its feet were startlingly white—changed hands and settled down into mrs. wilson’s lap, where she fondled the weatherproof coat with rapture.", "token_count": 32, "char_count": 221}
+{"book": "great_gatsby", "title": "Great Gatsby", "paragraph_id": 212, "text": "We drove over to Fifth Avenue, warm and soft, almost pastoral, on the\nsummer Sunday afternoon. I wouldn’t have been surprised to see a great\nflock of white sheep turn the corner.", "clean_text": "we drove over to fifth avenue, warm and soft, almost pastoral, on the summer sunday afternoon. i wouldn’t have been surprised to see a great flock of white sheep turn the corner.", "token_count": 32, "char_count": 178}
+{"book": "great_gatsby", "title": "Great Gatsby", "paragraph_id": 217, "text": "We went on, cutting back again over the Park toward the West Hundreds.\nAt 158th Street the cab stopped at one slice in a long white cake of\napartment-houses. Throwing a regal homecoming glance around the\nneighbourhood, Mrs. Wilson gathered up her dog and her other\npurchases, and went haughtily in.", "clean_text": "we went on, cutting back again over the park toward the west hundreds. at 158th street the cab stopped at one slice in a long white cake of apartment-houses. throwing a regal homecoming glance around the neighbourhood, mrs. wilson gathered up her dog and her other purchases, and went haughtily in.", "token_count": 51, "char_count": 298}
+{"book": "great_gatsby", "title": "Great Gatsby", "paragraph_id": 219, "text": "The apartment was on the top floor—a small living-room, a small\ndining-room, a small bedroom, and a bath. The living-room was crowded\nto the doors with a set of tapestried furniture entirely too large for\nit, so that to move about was to stumble continually over scenes of\nladies swinging in the gardens of Versailles. The only picture was an\nover-enlarged photograph, apparently a hen sitting on a blurred rock.\nLooked at from a distance, however, the hen resolved itself into a\nbonnet, and the countenance of a stout old lady beamed down into the\nroom. Several old copies of Town Tattle lay on the table together with\na copy of Simon Called Peter, and some of the small scandal magazines\nof Broadway. Mrs. Wilson was first concerned with the dog. A reluctant\nelevator boy went for a box full of straw and some milk, to which he\nadded on his own initiative a tin of large, hard dog biscuits—one of\nwhich decomposed apathetically in the saucer of milk all\nafternoon. Meanwhile Tom brought out a bottle of whisky from a locked\nbureau door.", "clean_text": "the apartment was on the top floor—a small living-room, a small dining-room, a small bedroom, and a bath. the living-room was crowded to the doors with a set of tapestried furniture entirely too large for it, so that to move about was to stumble continually over scenes of ladies swinging in the gardens of versailles. the only picture was an over-enlarged photograph, apparently a hen sitting on a blurred rock. looked at from a distance, however, the hen resolved itself into a bonnet, and the countenance of a stout old lady beamed down into the room. several old copies of town tattle lay on the table together with a copy of simon called peter, and some of the small scandal magazines of broadway. mrs. wilson was first concerned with the dog. a reluctant elevator boy went for a box full of straw and some milk, to which he added on his own initiative a tin of large, hard dog biscuits—one of which decomposed apathetically in the saucer of milk all afternoon. meanwhile tom brought out a bottle of whisky from a locked bureau door.", "token_count": 184, "char_count": 1038}
+{"book": "great_gatsby", "title": "Great Gatsby", "paragraph_id": 220, "text": "I have been drunk just twice in my life, and the second time was that\nafternoon; so everything that happened has a dim, hazy cast over it,\nalthough until after eight o’clock the apartment was full of cheerful\nsun. Sitting on Tom’s lap Mrs. Wilson called up several people on the\ntelephone; then there were no cigarettes, and I went out to buy some\nat the drugstore on the corner. When I came back they had both\ndisappeared, so I sat down discreetly in the living-room and read a\nchapter of Simon Called Peter—either it was terrible stuff or the\nwhisky distorted things, because it didn’t make any sense to me.", "clean_text": "i have been drunk just twice in my life, and the second time was that afternoon; so everything that happened has a dim, hazy cast over it, although until after eight o’clock the apartment was full of cheerful sun. sitting on tom’s lap mrs. wilson called up several people on the telephone; then there were no cigarettes, and i went out to buy some at the drugstore on the corner. when i came back they had both disappeared, so i sat down discreetly in the living-room and read a chapter of simon called peter—either it was terrible stuff or the whisky distorted things, because it didn’t make any sense to me.", "token_count": 111, "char_count": 609}
+{"book": "great_gatsby", "title": "Great Gatsby", "paragraph_id": 222, "text": "The sister, Catherine, was a slender, worldly girl of about thirty,\nwith a solid, sticky bob of red hair, and a complexion powdered milky\nwhite. Her eyebrows had been plucked and then drawn on again at a more\nrakish angle, but the efforts of nature toward the restoration of the\nold alignment gave a blurred air to her face. When she moved about\nthere was an incessant clicking as innumerable pottery bracelets\njingled up and down upon her arms. She came in with such a proprietary\nhaste, and looked around so possessively at the furniture that I\nwondered if she lived here. But when I asked her she laughed\nimmoderately, repeated my question aloud, and told me she lived with a\ngirl friend at a hotel.", "clean_text": "the sister, catherine, was a slender, worldly girl of about thirty, with a solid, sticky bob of red hair, and a complexion powdered milky white. her eyebrows had been plucked and then drawn on again at a more rakish angle, but the efforts of nature toward the restoration of the old alignment gave a blurred air to her face. when she moved about there was an incessant clicking as innumerable pottery bracelets jingled up and down upon her arms. she came in with such a proprietary haste, and looked around so possessively at the furniture that i wondered if she lived here. but when i asked her she laughed immoderately, repeated my question aloud, and told me she lived with a girl friend at a hotel.", "token_count": 126, "char_count": 702}
+{"book": "great_gatsby", "title": "Great Gatsby", "paragraph_id": 223, "text": "Mr. McKee was a pale, feminine man from the flat below. He had just\nshaved, for there was a white spot of lather on his cheekbone, and he\nwas most respectful in his greeting to everyone in the room. He\ninformed me that he was in the “artistic game,” and I gathered later\nthat he was a photographer and had made the dim enlargement of\nMrs. Wilson’s mother which hovered like an ectoplasm on the wall. His\nwife was shrill, languid, handsome, and horrible. She told me with\npride that her husband had photographed her a hundred and twenty-seven\ntimes since they had been married.", "clean_text": "mr. mckee was a pale, feminine man from the flat below. he had just shaved, for there was a white spot of lather on his cheekbone, and he was most respectful in his greeting to everyone in the room. he informed me that he was in the “artistic game,” and i gathered later that he was a photographer and had made the dim enlargement of mrs. wilson’s mother which hovered like an ectoplasm on the wall. his wife was shrill, languid, handsome, and horrible. she told me with pride that her husband had photographed her a hundred and twenty-seven times since they had been married.", "token_count": 105, "char_count": 576}
+{"book": "great_gatsby", "title": "Great Gatsby", "paragraph_id": 224, "text": "Mrs. Wilson had changed her costume some time before, and was now\nattired in an elaborate afternoon dress of cream-coloured chiffon,\nwhich gave out a continual rustle as she swept about the room. With\nthe influence of the dress her personality had also undergone a\nchange. The intense vitality that had been so remarkable in the garage\nwas converted into impressive hauteur. Her laughter, her gestures, her\nassertions became more violently affected moment by moment, and as she\nexpanded the room grew smaller around her, until she seemed to be\nrevolving on a noisy, creaking pivot through the smoky air.", "clean_text": "mrs. wilson had changed her costume some time before, and was now attired in an elaborate afternoon dress of cream-coloured chiffon, which gave out a continual rustle as she swept about the room. with the influence of the dress her personality had also undergone a change. the intense vitality that had been so remarkable in the garage was converted into impressive hauteur. her laughter, her gestures, her assertions became more violently affected moment by moment, and as she expanded the room grew smaller around her, until she seemed to be revolving on a noisy, creaking pivot through the smoky air.", "token_count": 100, "char_count": 603}
+{"book": "great_gatsby", "title": "Great Gatsby", "paragraph_id": 225, "text": "“My dear,” she told her sister in a high, mincing shout, “most of\nthese fellas will cheat you every time. All they think of is money. I\nhad a woman up here last week to look at my feet, and when she gave me\nthe bill you’d of thought she had my appendicitis out.”", "clean_text": "“my dear,” she told her sister in a high, mincing shout, “most of these fellas will cheat you every time. all they think of is money. i had a woman up here last week to look at my feet, and when she gave me the bill you’d of thought she had my appendicitis out.”", "token_count": 54, "char_count": 262}
+{"book": "great_gatsby", "title": "Great Gatsby", "paragraph_id": 231, "text": "“But it looks wonderful on you, if you know what I mean,” pursued Mrs.\nMcKee. “If Chester could only get you in that pose I think he could\nmake something of it.”", "clean_text": "“but it looks wonderful on you, if you know what i mean,” pursued mrs. mckee. “if chester could only get you in that pose i think he could make something of it.”", "token_count": 32, "char_count": 161}
+{"book": "great_gatsby", "title": "Great Gatsby", "paragraph_id": 232, "text": "We all looked in silence at Mrs. Wilson, who removed a strand of hair\nfrom over her eyes and looked back at us with a brilliant smile. Mr.\nMcKee regarded her intently with his head on one side, and then moved\nhis hand back and forth slowly in front of his face.", "clean_text": "we all looked in silence at mrs. wilson, who removed a strand of hair from over her eyes and looked back at us with a brilliant smile. mr. mckee regarded her intently with his head on one side, and then moved his hand back and forth slowly in front of his face.", "token_count": 52, "char_count": 261}
+{"book": "great_gatsby", "title": "Great Gatsby", "paragraph_id": 233, "text": "“I should change the light,” he said after a moment. “I’d like to\nbring out the modelling of the features. And I’d try to get hold of\nall the back hair.”", "clean_text": "“i should change the light,” he said after a moment. “i’d like to bring out the modelling of the features. and i’d try to get hold of all the back hair.”", "token_count": 31, "char_count": 153}
+{"book": "great_gatsby", "title": "Great Gatsby", "paragraph_id": 237, "text": "“I told that boy about the ice.” Myrtle raised her eyebrows in despair\nat the shiftlessness of the lower orders. “These people! You have to\nkeep after them all the time.”", "clean_text": "“i told that boy about the ice.” myrtle raised her eyebrows in despair at the shiftlessness of the lower orders. “these people! you have to keep after them all the time.”", "token_count": 31, "char_count": 170}
+{"book": "great_gatsby", "title": "Great Gatsby", "paragraph_id": 238, "text": "She looked at me and laughed pointlessly. Then she flounced over to\nthe dog, kissed it with ecstasy, and swept into the kitchen, implying\nthat a dozen chefs awaited her orders there.", "clean_text": "she looked at me and laughed pointlessly. then she flounced over to the dog, kissed it with ecstasy, and swept into the kitchen, implying that a dozen chefs awaited her orders there.", "token_count": 32, "char_count": 182}
+{"book": "great_gatsby", "title": "Great Gatsby", "paragraph_id": 258, "text": "“You’ll give McKee a letter of introduction to your husband, so he can\ndo some studies of him.” His lips moved silently for a moment as he\ninvented, “ ‘George B. Wilson at the Gasoline Pump,’ or something like\nthat.”", "clean_text": "“you’ll give mckee a letter of introduction to your husband, so he can do some studies of him.” his lips moved silently for a moment as he invented, “ ‘george b. wilson at the gasoline pump,’ or something like that.”", "token_count": 40, "char_count": 216}
+{"book": "great_gatsby", "title": "Great Gatsby", "paragraph_id": 262, "text": "“Can’t stand them.” She looked at Myrtle and then at Tom. “What I say\nis, why go on living with them if they can’t stand them? If I was them\nI’d get a divorce and get married to each other right away.”", "clean_text": "“can’t stand them.” she looked at myrtle and then at tom. “what i say is, why go on living with them if they can’t stand them? if i was them i��d get a divorce and get married to each other right away.”", "token_count": 42, "char_count": 201}
+{"book": "great_gatsby", "title": "Great Gatsby", "paragraph_id": 273, "text": "“No, we just went to Monte Carlo and back. We went by way of\nMarseilles. We had over twelve hundred dollars when we started, but we\ngot gyped out of it all in two days in the private rooms. We had an\nawful time getting back, I can tell you. God, how I hated that town!”", "clean_text": "“no, we just went to monte carlo and back. we went by way of marseilles. we had over twelve hundred dollars when we started, but we got gyped out of it all in two days in the private rooms. we had an awful time getting back, i can tell you. god, how i hated that town!”", "token_count": 56, "char_count": 269}
+{"book": "great_gatsby", "title": "Great Gatsby", "paragraph_id": 274, "text": "The late afternoon sky bloomed in the window for a moment like the\nblue honey of the Mediterranean—then the shrill voice of Mrs. McKee\ncalled me back into the room.", "clean_text": "the late afternoon sky bloomed in the window for a moment like the blue honey of the mediterranean—then the shrill voice of mrs. mckee called me back into the room.", "token_count": 30, "char_count": 164}
+{"book": "great_gatsby", "title": "Great Gatsby", "paragraph_id": 275, "text": "“I almost made a mistake, too,” she declared vigorously. “I almost\nmarried a little kike who’d been after me for years. I knew he was\nbelow me. Everybody kept saying to me: ‘Lucille, that man’s way below\nyou!’ But if I hadn’t met Chester, he’d of got me sure.”", "clean_text": "“i almost made a mistake, too,” she declared vigorously. “i almost married a little kike who’d been after me for years. i knew he was below me. everybody kept saying to me: ‘lucille, that man’s way below you!’ but if i hadn’t met chester, he’d of got me sure.”", "token_count": 49, "char_count": 260}
+{"book": "great_gatsby", "title": "Great Gatsby", "paragraph_id": 285, "text": "“The only crazy I was was when I married him. I knew right away I made\na mistake. He borrowed somebody’s best suit to get married in, and\nnever even told me about it, and the man came after it one day when he\nwas out: ‘Oh, is that your suit?’ I said. ‘This is the first I ever\nheard about it.’ But I gave it to him and then I lay down and cried to\nbeat the band all afternoon.”", "clean_text": "“the only crazy i was was when i married him. i knew right away i made a mistake. he borrowed somebody’s best suit to get married in, and never even told me about it, and the man came after it one day when he was out: ‘oh, is that your suit?’ i said. ‘this is the first i ever heard about it.’ but i gave it to him and then i lay down and cried to beat the band all afternoon.”", "token_count": 81, "char_count": 377}
+{"book": "great_gatsby", "title": "Great Gatsby", "paragraph_id": 287, "text": "The bottle of whisky—a second one—was now in constant demand by all\npresent, excepting Catherine, who “felt just as good on nothing at\nall.” Tom rang for the janitor and sent him for some celebrated\nsandwiches, which were a complete supper in themselves. I wanted to\nget out and walk eastward toward the park through the soft twilight,\nbut each time I tried to go I became entangled in some wild, strident\nargument which pulled me back, as if with ropes, into my chair. Yet\nhigh over the city our line of yellow windows must have contributed\ntheir share of human secrecy to the casual watcher in the darkening\nstreets, and I saw him too, looking up and wondering. I was within and\nwithout, simultaneously enchanted and repelled by the inexhaustible\nvariety of life.", "clean_text": "the bottle of whisky—a second one—was now in constant demand by all present, excepting catherine, who “felt just as good on nothing at all.” tom rang for the janitor and sent him for some celebrated sandwiches, which were a complete supper in themselves. i wanted to get out and walk eastward toward the park through the soft twilight, but each time i tried to go i became entangled in some wild, strident argument which pulled me back, as if with ropes, into my chair. yet high over the city our line of yellow windows must have contributed their share of human secrecy to the casual watcher in the darkening streets, and i saw him too, looking up and wondering. i was within and without, simultaneously enchanted and repelled by the inexhaustible variety of life.", "token_count": 134, "char_count": 765}
+{"book": "great_gatsby", "title": "Great Gatsby", "paragraph_id": 289, "text": "“It was on the two little seats facing each other that are always the\nlast ones left on the train. I was going up to New York to see my\nsister and spend the night. He had on a dress suit and patent leather\nshoes, and I couldn’t keep my eyes off him, but every time he looked\nat me I had to pretend to be looking at the advertisement over his\nhead. When we came into the station he was next to me, and his white\nshirtfront pressed against my arm, and so I told him I’d have to call\na policeman, but he knew I lied. I was so excited that when I got into\na taxi with him I didn’t hardly know I wasn’t getting into a subway\ntrain. All I kept thinking about, over and over, was ‘You can’t live\nforever; you can’t live forever.’ ”", "clean_text": "“it was on the two little seats facing each other that are always the last ones left on the train. i was going up to new york to see my sister and spend the night. he had on a dress suit and patent leather shoes, and i couldn’t keep my eyes off him, but every time he looked at me i had to pretend to be looking at the advertisement over his head. when we came into the station he was next to me, and his white shirtfront pressed against my arm, and so i told him i’d have to call a policeman, but he knew i lied. i was so excited that when i got into a taxi with him i didn’t hardly know i wasn’t getting into a subway train. all i kept thinking about, over and over, was ‘you can’t live forever; you can’t live forever.’ ”", "token_count": 150, "char_count": 724}
+{"book": "great_gatsby", "title": "Great Gatsby", "paragraph_id": 291, "text": "“My dear,” she cried, “I’m going to give you this dress as soon as I’m\nthrough with it. I’ve got to get another one tomorrow. I’m going to\nmake a list of all the things I’ve got to get. A massage and a wave,\nand a collar for the dog, and one of those cute little ashtrays where\nyou touch a spring, and a wreath with a black silk bow for mother’s\ngrave that’ll last all summer. I got to write down a list so I won’t\nforget all the things I got to do.”", "clean_text": "“my dear,” she cried, “i’m going to give you this dress as soon as i’m through with it. i’ve got to get another one tomorrow. i’m going to make a list of all the things i’ve got to get. a massage and a wave, and a collar for the dog, and one of those cute little ashtrays where you touch a spring, and a wreath with a black silk bow for mother’s grave that’ll last all summer. i got to write down a list so i won’t forget all the things i got to do.”", "token_count": 95, "char_count": 450}
+{"book": "great_gatsby", "title": "Great Gatsby", "paragraph_id": 292, "text": "It was nine o’clock—almost immediately afterward I looked at my watch\nand found it was ten. Mr. McKee was asleep on a chair with his fists\nclenched in his lap, like a photograph of a man of action. Taking out\nmy handkerchief I wiped from his cheek the spot of dried lather that\nhad worried me all the afternoon.", "clean_text": "it was nine o’clock—almost immediately afterward i looked at my watch and found it was ten. mr. mckee was asleep on a chair with his fists clenched in his lap, like a photograph of a man of action. taking out my handkerchief i wiped from his cheek the spot of dried lather that had worried me all the afternoon.", "token_count": 59, "char_count": 311}
+{"book": "great_gatsby", "title": "Great Gatsby", "paragraph_id": 293, "text": "The little dog was sitting on the table looking with blind eyes\nthrough the smoke, and from time to time groaning faintly. People\ndisappeared, reappeared, made plans to go somewhere, and then lost\neach other, searched for each other, found each other a few feet\naway. Some time toward midnight Tom Buchanan and Mrs. Wilson stood\nface to face discussing, in impassioned voices, whether Mrs. Wilson\nhad any right to mention Daisy’s name.", "clean_text": "the little dog was sitting on the table looking with blind eyes through the smoke, and from time to time groaning faintly. people disappeared, reappeared, made plans to go somewhere, and then lost each other, searched for each other, found each other a few feet away. some time toward midnight tom buchanan and mrs. wilson stood face to face discussing, in impassioned voices, whether mrs. wilson had any right to mention daisy’s name.", "token_count": 73, "char_count": 435}
+{"book": "great_gatsby", "title": "Great Gatsby", "paragraph_id": 296, "text": "Then there were bloody towels upon the bathroom floor, and women’s\nvoices scolding, and high over the confusion a long broken wail of\npain. Mr. McKee awoke from his doze and started in a daze toward the\ndoor. When he had gone halfway he turned around and stared at the\nscene—his wife and Catherine scolding and consoling as they stumbled\nhere and there among the crowded furniture with articles of aid, and\nthe despairing figure on the couch, bleeding fluently, and trying to\nspread a copy of Town Tattle over the tapestry scenes of\nVersailles. Then Mr. McKee turned and continued on out the door.\nTaking my hat from the chandelier, I followed.", "clean_text": "then there were bloody towels upon the bathroom floor, and women’s voices scolding, and high over the confusion a long broken wail of pain. mr. mckee awoke from his doze and started in a daze toward the door. when he had gone halfway he turned around and stared at the scene—his wife and catherine scolding and consoling as they stumbled here and there among the crowded furniture with articles of aid, and the despairing figure on the couch, bleeding fluently, and trying to spread a copy of town tattle over the tapestry scenes of versailles. then mr. mckee turned and continued on out the door. taking my hat from the chandelier, i followed.", "token_count": 113, "char_count": 644}
+{"book": "great_gatsby", "title": "Great Gatsby", "paragraph_id": 307, "text": "There was music from my neighbour’s house through the summer nights.\nIn his blue gardens men and girls came and went like moths among the\nwhisperings and the champagne and the stars. At high tide in the\nafternoon I watched his guests diving from the tower of his raft, or\ntaking the sun on the hot sand of his beach while his two motorboats\nslit the waters of the Sound, drawing aquaplanes over cataracts of\nfoam. On weekends his Rolls-Royce became an omnibus, bearing parties\nto and from the city between nine in the morning and long past\nmidnight, while his station wagon scampered like a brisk yellow bug to\nmeet all trains. And on Mondays eight servants, including an extra\ngardener, toiled all day with mops and scrubbing-brushes and hammers\nand garden-shears, repairing the ravages of the night before.", "clean_text": "there was music from my neighbour’s house through the summer nights. in his blue gardens men and girls came and went like moths among the whisperings and the champagne and the stars. at high tide in the afternoon i watched his guests diving from the tower of his raft, or taking the sun on the hot sand of his beach while his two motorboats slit the waters of the sound, drawing aquaplanes over cataracts of foam. on weekends his rolls-royce became an omnibus, bearing parties to and from the city between nine in the morning and long past midnight, while his station wagon scampered like a brisk yellow bug to meet all trains. and on mondays eight servants, including an extra gardener, toiled all day with mops and scrubbing-brushes and hammers and garden-shears, repairing the ravages of the night before.", "token_count": 140, "char_count": 808}
+{"book": "great_gatsby", "title": "Great Gatsby", "paragraph_id": 308, "text": "Every Friday five crates of oranges and lemons arrived from a\nfruiterer in New York—every Monday these same oranges and lemons left\nhis back door in a pyramid of pulpless halves. There was a machine in\nthe kitchen which could extract the juice of two hundred oranges in\nhalf an hour if a little button was pressed two hundred times by a\nbutler’s thumb.", "clean_text": "every friday five crates of oranges and lemons arrived from a fruiterer in new york—every monday these same oranges and lemons left his back door in a pyramid of pulpless halves. there was a machine in the kitchen which could extract the juice of two hundred oranges in half an hour if a little button was pressed two hundred times by a butler’s thumb.", "token_count": 64, "char_count": 352}
+{"book": "great_gatsby", "title": "Great Gatsby", "paragraph_id": 309, "text": "At least once a fortnight a corps of caterers came down with several\nhundred feet of canvas and enough coloured lights to make a Christmas\ntree of Gatsby’s enormous garden. On buffet tables, garnished with\nglistening hors-d’oeuvre, spiced baked hams crowded against salads of\nharlequin designs and pastry pigs and turkeys bewitched to a dark\ngold. In the main hall a bar with a real brass rail was set up, and\nstocked with gins and liquors and with cordials so long forgotten that\nmost of his female guests were too young to know one from another.", "clean_text": "at least once a fortnight a corps of caterers came down with several hundred feet of canvas and enough coloured lights to make a christmas tree of gatsby’s enormous garden. on buffet tables, garnished with glistening hors-d’oeuvre, spiced baked hams crowded against salads of harlequin designs and pastry pigs and turkeys bewitched to a dark gold. in the main hall a bar with a real brass rail was set up, and stocked with gins and liquors and with cordials so long forgotten that most of his female guests were too young to know one from another.", "token_count": 96, "char_count": 547}
+{"book": "great_gatsby", "title": "Great Gatsby", "paragraph_id": 310, "text": "By seven o’clock the orchestra has arrived, no thin five-piece affair,\nbut a whole pitful of oboes and trombones and saxophones and viols and\ncornets and piccolos, and low and high drums. The last swimmers have\ncome in from the beach now and are dressing upstairs; the cars from\nNew York are parked five deep in the drive, and already the halls and\nsalons and verandas are gaudy with primary colours, and hair bobbed in\nstrange new ways, and shawls beyond the dreams of Castile. The bar is\nin full swing, and floating rounds of cocktails permeate the garden\noutside, until the air is alive with chatter and laughter, and casual\ninnuendo and introductions forgotten on the spot, and enthusiastic\nmeetings between women who never knew each other’s names.", "clean_text": "by seven o’clock the orchestra has arrived, no thin five-piece affair, but a whole pitful of oboes and trombones and saxophones and viols and cornets and piccolos, and low and high drums. the last swimmers have come in from the beach now and are dressing upstairs; the cars from new york are parked five deep in the drive, and already the halls and salons and verandas are gaudy with primary colours, and hair bobbed in strange new ways, and shawls beyond the dreams of castile. the bar is in full swing, and floating rounds of cocktails permeate the garden outside, until the air is alive with chatter and laughter, and casual innuendo and introductions forgotten on the spot, and enthusiastic meetings between women who never knew each other’s names.", "token_count": 129, "char_count": 752}
+{"book": "great_gatsby", "title": "Great Gatsby", "paragraph_id": 311, "text": "The lights grow brighter as the earth lurches away from the sun, and\nnow the orchestra is playing yellow cocktail music, and the opera of\nvoices pitches a key higher. Laughter is easier minute by minute,\nspilled with prodigality, tipped out at a cheerful word. The groups\nchange more swiftly, swell with new arrivals, dissolve and form in the\nsame breath; already there are wanderers, confident girls who weave\nhere and there among the stouter and more stable, become for a sharp,\njoyous moment the centre of a group, and then, excited with triumph,\nglide on through the sea-change of faces and voices and colour under\nthe constantly changing light.", "clean_text": "the lights grow brighter as the earth lurches away from the sun, and now the orchestra is playing yellow cocktail music, and the opera of voices pitches a key higher. laughter is easier minute by minute, spilled with prodigality, tipped out at a cheerful word. the groups change more swiftly, swell with new arrivals, dissolve and form in the same breath; already there are wanderers, confident girls who weave here and there among the stouter and more stable, become for a sharp, joyous moment the centre of a group, and then, excited with triumph, glide on through the sea-change of faces and voices and colour under the constantly changing light.", "token_count": 110, "char_count": 649}
+{"book": "great_gatsby", "title": "Great Gatsby", "paragraph_id": 312, "text": "Suddenly one of these gypsies, in trembling opal, seizes a cocktail\nout of the air, dumps it down for courage and, moving her hands like\nFrisco, dances out alone on the canvas platform. A momentary hush; the\norchestra leader varies his rhythm obligingly for her, and there is a\nburst of chatter as the erroneous news goes around that she is Gilda\nGray’s understudy from the Follies. The party has begun.", "clean_text": "suddenly one of these gypsies, in trembling opal, seizes a cocktail out of the air, dumps it down for courage and, moving her hands like frisco, dances out alone on the canvas platform. a momentary hush; the orchestra leader varies his rhythm obligingly for her, and there is a burst of chatter as the erroneous news goes around that she is gilda gray’s understudy from the follies. the party has begun.", "token_count": 71, "char_count": 403}
+{"book": "great_gatsby", "title": "Great Gatsby", "paragraph_id": 313, "text": "I believe that on the first night I went to Gatsby’s house I was one\nof the few guests who had actually been invited. People were not\ninvited—they went there. They got into automobiles which bore them out\nto Long Island, and somehow they ended up at Gatsby’s door. Once there\nthey were introduced by somebody who knew Gatsby, and after that they\nconducted themselves according to the rules of behaviour associated\nwith an amusement park. Sometimes they came and went without having\nmet Gatsby at all, came for the party with a simplicity of heart that\nwas its own ticket of admission.", "clean_text": "i believe that on the first night i went to gatsby’s house i was one of the few guests who had actually been invited. people were not invited—they went there. they got into automobiles which bore them out to long island, and somehow they ended up at gatsby’s door. once there they were introduced by somebody who knew gatsby, and after that they conducted themselves according to the rules of behaviour associated with an amusement park. sometimes they came and went without having met gatsby at all, came for the party with a simplicity of heart that was its own ticket of admission.", "token_count": 103, "char_count": 584}
+{"book": "great_gatsby", "title": "Great Gatsby", "paragraph_id": 314, "text": "I had been actually invited. A chauffeur in a uniform of robin’s-egg\nblue crossed my lawn early that Saturday morning with a surprisingly\nformal note from his employer: the honour would be entirely Gatsby’s,\nit said, if I would attend his “little party” that night. He had seen\nme several times, and had intended to call on me long before, but a\npeculiar combination of circumstances had prevented it—signed Jay\nGatsby, in a majestic hand.", "clean_text": "i had been actually invited. a chauffeur in a uniform of robin’s-egg blue crossed my lawn early that saturday morning with a surprisingly formal note from his employer: the honour would be entirely gatsby’s, it said, if i would attend his “little party” that night. he had seen me several times, and had intended to call on me long before, but a peculiar combination of circumstances had prevented it—signed jay gatsby, in a majestic hand.", "token_count": 75, "char_count": 439}
+{"book": "great_gatsby", "title": "Great Gatsby", "paragraph_id": 315, "text": "Dressed up in white flannels I went over to his lawn a little after\nseven, and wandered around rather ill at ease among swirls and eddies\nof people I didn’t know—though here and there was a face I had noticed\non the commuting train. I was immediately struck by the number of\nyoung Englishmen dotted about; all well dressed, all looking a little\nhungry, and all talking in low, earnest voices to solid and prosperous\nAmericans. I was sure that they were selling something: bonds or\ninsurance or automobiles. They were at least agonizingly aware of the\neasy money in the vicinity and convinced that it was theirs for a few\nwords in the right key.", "clean_text": "dressed up in white flannels i went over to his lawn a little after seven, and wandered around rather ill at ease among swirls and eddies of people i didn’t know—though here and there was a face i had noticed on the commuting train. i was immediately struck by the number of young englishmen dotted about; all well dressed, all looking a little hungry, and all talking in low, earnest voices to solid and prosperous americans. i was sure that they were selling something: bonds or insurance or automobiles. they were at least agonizingly aware of the easy money in the vicinity and convinced that it was theirs for a few words in the right key.", "token_count": 116, "char_count": 644}
+{"book": "great_gatsby", "title": "Great Gatsby", "paragraph_id": 316, "text": "As soon as I arrived I made an attempt to find my host, but the two or\nthree people of whom I asked his whereabouts stared at me in such an\namazed way, and denied so vehemently any knowledge of his movements,\nthat I slunk off in the direction of the cocktail table—the only place\nin the garden where a single man could linger without looking\npurposeless and alone.", "clean_text": "as soon as i arrived i made an attempt to find my host, but the two or three people of whom i asked his whereabouts stared at me in such an amazed way, and denied so vehemently any knowledge of his movements, that i slunk off in the direction of the cocktail table—the only place in the garden where a single man could linger without looking purposeless and alone.", "token_count": 69, "char_count": 364}
+{"book": "great_gatsby", "title": "Great Gatsby", "paragraph_id": 317, "text": "I was on my way to get roaring drunk from sheer embarrassment when\nJordan Baker came out of the house and stood at the head of the marble\nsteps, leaning a little backward and looking with contemptuous\ninterest down into the garden.", "clean_text": "i was on my way to get roaring drunk from sheer embarrassment when jordan baker came out of the house and stood at the head of the marble steps, leaning a little backward and looking with contemptuous interest down into the garden.", "token_count": 42, "char_count": 231}
+{"book": "great_gatsby", "title": "Great Gatsby", "paragraph_id": 321, "text": "She held my hand impersonally, as a promise that she’d take care of me\nin a minute, and gave ear to two girls in twin yellow dresses, who\nstopped at the foot of the steps.", "clean_text": "she held my hand impersonally, as a promise that she’d take care of me in a minute, and gave ear to two girls in twin yellow dresses, who stopped at the foot of the steps.", "token_count": 35, "char_count": 171}
+{"book": "great_gatsby", "title": "Great Gatsby", "paragraph_id": 325, "text": "“You’ve dyed your hair since then,” remarked Jordan, and I started,\nbut the girls had moved casually on and her remark was addressed to\nthe premature moon, produced like the supper, no doubt, out of a\ncaterer’s basket. With Jordan’s slender golden arm resting in mine, we\ndescended the steps and sauntered about the garden. A tray of\ncocktails floated at us through the twilight, and we sat down at a\ntable with the two girls in yellow and three men, each one introduced\nto us as Mr. Mumble.", "clean_text": "“you’ve dyed your hair since then,” remarked jordan, and i started, but the girls had moved casually on and her remark was addressed to the premature moon, produced like the supper, no doubt, out of a caterer’s basket. with jordan’s slender golden arm resting in mine, we descended the steps and sauntered about the garden. a tray of cocktails floated at us through the twilight, and we sat down at a table with the two girls in yellow and three men, each one introduced to us as mr. mumble.", "token_count": 89, "char_count": 491}
+{"book": "great_gatsby", "title": "Great Gatsby", "paragraph_id": 329, "text": "“I like to come,” Lucille said. “I never care what I do, so I always\nhave a good time. When I was here last I tore my gown on a chair, and\nhe asked me my name and address—inside of a week I got a package from\nCroirier’s with a new evening gown in it.”", "clean_text": "“i like to come,” lucille said. “i never care what i do, so i always have a good time. when i was here last i tore my gown on a chair, and he asked me my name and address—inside of a week i got a package from croirier’s with a new evening gown in it.”", "token_count": 55, "char_count": 251}
+{"book": "great_gatsby", "title": "Great Gatsby", "paragraph_id": 331, "text": "“Sure I did. I was going to wear it tonight, but it was too big in the\nbust and had to be altered. It was gas blue with lavender beads. Two\nhundred and sixty-five dollars.”", "clean_text": "“sure i did. i was going to wear it tonight, but it was too big in the bust and had to be altered. it was gas blue with lavender beads. two hundred and sixty-five dollars.”", "token_count": 35, "char_count": 172}
+{"book": "great_gatsby", "title": "Great Gatsby", "paragraph_id": 341, "text": "“Oh, no,” said the first girl, “it couldn’t be that, because he was in\nthe American army during the war.” As our credulity switched back to\nher she leaned forward with enthusiasm. “You look at him sometimes\nwhen he thinks nobody’s looking at him. I’ll bet he killed a man.”", "clean_text": "“oh, no,” said the first girl, “it couldn’t be that, because he was in the american army during the war.” as our credulity switched back to her she leaned forward with enthusiasm. “you look at him sometimes when he thinks nobody’s looking at him. i’ll bet he killed a man.”", "token_count": 50, "char_count": 273}
+{"book": "great_gatsby", "title": "Great Gatsby", "paragraph_id": 342, "text": "She narrowed her eyes and shivered. Lucille shivered. We all turned\nand looked around for Gatsby. It was testimony to the romantic\nspeculation he inspired that there were whispers about him from those\nwho had found little that it was necessary to whisper about in this\nworld.", "clean_text": "she narrowed her eyes and shivered. lucille shivered. we all turned and looked around for gatsby. it was testimony to the romantic speculation he inspired that there were whispers about him from those who had found little that it was necessary to whisper about in this world.", "token_count": 47, "char_count": 275}
+{"book": "great_gatsby", "title": "Great Gatsby", "paragraph_id": 343, "text": "The first supper—there would be another one after midnight—was now\nbeing served, and Jordan invited me to join her own party, who were\nspread around a table on the other side of the garden. There were\nthree married couples and Jordan’s escort, a persistent undergraduate\ngiven to violent innuendo, and obviously under the impression that\nsooner or later Jordan was going to yield him up her person to a\ngreater or lesser degree. Instead of rambling, this party had\npreserved a dignified homogeneity, and assumed to itself the function\nof representing the staid nobility of the countryside—East Egg\ncondescending to West Egg and carefully on guard against its\nspectroscopic gaiety.", "clean_text": "the first supper—there would be another one after midnight—was now being served, and jordan invited me to join her own party, who were spread around a table on the other side of the garden. there were three married couples and jordan’s escort, a persistent undergraduate given to violent innuendo, and obviously under the impression that sooner or later jordan was going to yield him up her person to a greater or lesser degree. instead of rambling, this party had preserved a dignified homogeneity, and assumed to itself the function of representing the staid nobility of the countryside—east egg condescending to west egg and carefully on guard against its spectroscopic gaiety.", "token_count": 110, "char_count": 680}
+{"book": "great_gatsby", "title": "Great Gatsby", "paragraph_id": 345, "text": "We got up, and she explained that we were going to find the host: I\nhad never met him, she said, and it was making me uneasy. The\nundergraduate nodded in a cynical, melancholy way.", "clean_text": "we got up, and she explained that we were going to find the host: i had never met him, she said, and it was making me uneasy. the undergraduate nodded in a cynical, melancholy way.", "token_count": 35, "char_count": 180}
+{"book": "great_gatsby", "title": "Great Gatsby", "paragraph_id": 346, "text": "The bar, where we glanced first, was crowded, but Gatsby was not\nthere. She couldn’t find him from the top of the steps, and he wasn’t\non the veranda. On a chance we tried an important-looking door, and\nwalked into a high Gothic library, panelled with carved English oak,\nand probably transported complete from some ruin overseas.", "clean_text": "the bar, where we glanced first, was crowded, but gatsby was not there. she couldn’t find him from the top of the steps, and he wasn’t on the veranda. on a chance we tried an important-looking door, and walked into a high gothic library, panelled with carved english oak, and probably transported complete from some ruin overseas.", "token_count": 57, "char_count": 330}
+{"book": "great_gatsby", "title": "Great Gatsby", "paragraph_id": 347, "text": "A stout, middle-aged man, with enormous owl-eyed spectacles, was\nsitting somewhat drunk on the edge of a great table, staring with\nunsteady concentration at the shelves of books. As we entered he\nwheeled excitedly around and examined Jordan from head to foot.", "clean_text": "a stout, middle-aged man, with enormous owl-eyed spectacles, was sitting somewhat drunk on the edge of a great table, staring with unsteady concentration at the shelves of books. as we entered he wheeled excitedly around and examined jordan from head to foot.", "token_count": 42, "char_count": 259}
+{"book": "great_gatsby", "title": "Great Gatsby", "paragraph_id": 356, "text": "“See!” he cried triumphantly. “It’s a bona-fide piece of printed\nmatter. It fooled me. This fella’s a regular Belasco. It’s a\ntriumph. What thoroughness! What realism! Knew when to stop,\ntoo—didn’t cut the pages. But what do you want? What do you expect?”", "clean_text": "“see!” he cried triumphantly. “it’s a bona-fide piece of printed matter. it fooled me. this fella’s a regular belasco. it’s a triumph. what thoroughness! what realism! knew when to stop, too—didn’t cut the pages. but what do you want? what do you expect?”", "token_count": 43, "char_count": 255}
+{"book": "great_gatsby", "title": "Great Gatsby", "paragraph_id": 360, "text": "“I was brought by a woman named Roosevelt,” he continued. “Mrs. Claud\nRoosevelt. Do you know her? I met her somewhere last night. I’ve been\ndrunk for about a week now, and I thought it might sober me up to sit\nin a library.”", "clean_text": "“i was brought by a woman named roosevelt,” he continued. “mrs. claud roosevelt. do you know her? i met her somewhere last night. i’ve been drunk for about a week now, and i thought it might sober me up to sit in a library.”", "token_count": 44, "char_count": 224}
+{"book": "great_gatsby", "title": "Great Gatsby", "paragraph_id": 365, "text": "There was dancing now on the canvas in the garden; old men pushing\nyoung girls backward in eternal graceless circles, superior couples\nholding each other tortuously, fashionably, and keeping in the\ncorners—and a great number of single girls dancing individually or\nrelieving the orchestra for a moment of the burden of the banjo or the\ntraps. By midnight the hilarity had increased. A celebrated tenor had\nsung in Italian, and a notorious contralto had sung in jazz, and\nbetween the numbers people were doing “stunts” all over the garden,\nwhile happy, vacuous bursts of laughter rose toward the summer sky. A\npair of stage twins, who turned out to be the girls in yellow, did a\nbaby act in costume, and champagne was served in glasses bigger than\nfinger-bowls. The moon had risen higher, and floating in the Sound was\na triangle of silver scales, trembling a little to the stiff, tinny\ndrip of the banjoes on the lawn.", "clean_text": "there was dancing now on the canvas in the garden; old men pushing young girls backward in eternal graceless circles, superior couples holding each other tortuously, fashionably, and keeping in the corners—and a great number of single girls dancing individually or relieving the orchestra for a moment of the burden of the banjo or the traps. by midnight the hilarity had increased. a celebrated tenor had sung in italian, and a notorious contralto had sung in jazz, and between the numbers people were doing “stunts” all over the garden, while happy, vacuous bursts of laughter rose toward the summer sky. a pair of stage twins, who turned out to be the girls in yellow, did a baby act in costume, and champagne was served in glasses bigger than finger-bowls. the moon had risen higher, and floating in the sound was a triangle of silver scales, trembling a little to the stiff, tinny drip of the banjoes on the lawn.", "token_count": 159, "char_count": 918}
+{"book": "great_gatsby", "title": "Great Gatsby", "paragraph_id": 366, "text": "I was still with Jordan Baker. We were sitting at a table with a man\nof about my age and a rowdy little girl, who gave way upon the\nslightest provocation to uncontrollable laughter. I was enjoying\nmyself now. I had taken two finger-bowls of champagne, and the scene\nhad changed before my eyes into something significant, elemental, and\nprofound.", "clean_text": "i was still with jordan baker. we were sitting at a table with a man of about my age and a rowdy little girl, who gave way upon the slightest provocation to uncontrollable laughter. i was enjoying myself now. i had taken two finger-bowls of champagne, and the scene had changed before my eyes into something significant, elemental, and profound.", "token_count": 60, "char_count": 345}
+{"book": "great_gatsby", "title": "Great Gatsby", "paragraph_id": 371, "text": "We talked for a moment about some wet, grey little villages in France.\nEvidently he lived in this vicinity, for he told me that he had just\nbought a hydroplane, and was going to try it out in the morning.", "clean_text": "we talked for a moment about some wet, grey little villages in france. evidently he lived in this vicinity, for he told me that he had just bought a hydroplane, and was going to try it out in the morning.", "token_count": 40, "char_count": 204}
+{"book": "great_gatsby", "title": "Great Gatsby", "paragraph_id": 377, "text": "“Much better.” I turned again to my new acquaintance. “This is an\nunusual party for me. I haven’t even seen the host. I live over\nthere—” I waved my hand at the invisible hedge in the distance, “and\nthis man Gatsby sent over his chauffeur with an invitation.”", "clean_text": "“much better.” i turned again to my new acquaintance. “this is an unusual party for me. i haven’t even seen the host. i live over there—” i waved my hand at the invisible hedge in the distance, “and this man gatsby sent over his chauffeur with an invitation.”", "token_count": 48, "char_count": 259}
+{"book": "great_gatsby", "title": "Great Gatsby", "paragraph_id": 382, "text": "He smiled understandingly—much more than understandingly. It was one\nof those rare smiles with a quality of eternal reassurance in it, that\nyou may come across four or five times in life. It faced—or seemed to\nface—the whole eternal world for an instant, and then concentrated on\nyou with an irresistible prejudice in your favour. It understood you\njust so far as you wanted to be understood, believed in you as you\nwould like to believe in yourself, and assured you that it had\nprecisely the impression of you that, at your best, you hoped to\nconvey. Precisely at that point it vanished—and I was looking at an\nelegant young roughneck, a year or two over thirty, whose elaborate\nformality of speech just missed being absurd. Some time before he\nintroduced himself I’d got a strong impression that he was picking his\nwords with care.", "clean_text": "he smiled understandingly—much more than understandingly. it was one of those rare smiles with a quality of eternal reassurance in it, that you may come across four or five times in life. it faced—or seemed to face—the whole eternal world for an instant, and then concentrated on you with an irresistible prejudice in your favour. it understood you just so far as you wanted to be understood, believed in you as you would like to believe in yourself, and assured you that it had precisely the impression of you that, at your best, you hoped to convey. precisely at that point it vanished—and i was looking at an elegant young roughneck, a year or two over thirty, whose elaborate formality of speech just missed being absurd. some time before he introduced himself i’d got a strong impression that he was picking his words with care.", "token_count": 145, "char_count": 833}
+{"book": "great_gatsby", "title": "Great Gatsby", "paragraph_id": 383, "text": "Almost at the moment when Mr. Gatsby identified himself a butler\nhurried toward him with the information that Chicago was calling him\non the wire. He excused himself with a small bow that included each of\nus in turn.", "clean_text": "almost at the moment when mr. gatsby identified himself a butler hurried toward him with the information that chicago was calling him on the wire. he excused himself with a small bow that included each of us in turn.", "token_count": 39, "char_count": 216}
+{"book": "great_gatsby", "title": "Great Gatsby", "paragraph_id": 385, "text": "When he was gone I turned immediately to Jordan—constrained to assure\nher of my surprise. I had expected that Mr. Gatsby would be a florid\nand corpulent person in his middle years.", "clean_text": "when he was gone i turned immediately to jordan—constrained to assure her of my surprise. i had expected that mr. gatsby would be a florid and corpulent person in his middle years.", "token_count": 32, "char_count": 180}
+{"book": "great_gatsby", "title": "Great Gatsby", "paragraph_id": 394, "text": "Something in her tone reminded me of the other girl’s “I think he\nkilled a man,” and had the effect of stimulating my curiosity. I would\nhave accepted without question the information that Gatsby sprang from\nthe swamps of Louisiana or from the lower East Side of New York. That\nwas comprehensible. But young men didn’t—at least in my provincial\ninexperience I believed they didn’t—drift coolly out of nowhere and\nbuy a palace on Long Island Sound.", "clean_text": "something in her tone reminded me of the other girl’s “i think he killed a man,” and had the effect of stimulating my curiosity. i would have accepted without question the information that gatsby sprang from the swamps of louisiana or from the lower east side of new york. that was comprehensible. but young men didn’t—at least in my provincial inexperience i believed they didn’t—drift coolly out of nowhere and buy a palace on long island sound.", "token_count": 77, "char_count": 447}
+{"book": "great_gatsby", "title": "Great Gatsby", "paragraph_id": 395, "text": "“Anyhow, he gives large parties,” said Jordan, changing the subject\nwith an urban distaste for the concrete. “And I like large parties.\nThey’re so intimate. At small parties there isn’t any privacy.”", "clean_text": "“anyhow, he gives large parties,” said jordan, changing the subject with an urban distaste for the concrete. “and i like large parties. they’re so intimate. at small parties there isn’t any privacy.”", "token_count": 32, "char_count": 199}
+{"book": "great_gatsby", "title": "Great Gatsby", "paragraph_id": 397, "text": "“Ladies and gentlemen,” he cried. “At the request of Mr. Gatsby we are\ngoing to play for you Mr. Vladmir Tostoff’s latest work, which\nattracted so much attention at Carnegie Hall last May. If you read the\npapers you know there was a big sensation.” He smiled with jovial\ncondescension, and added: “Some sensation!” Whereupon everybody\nlaughed.", "clean_text": "“ladies and gentlemen,” he cried. “at the request of mr. gatsby we are going to play for you mr. vladmir tostoff’s latest work, which attracted so much attention at carnegie hall last may. if you read the papers you know there was a big sensation.” he smiled with jovial condescension, and added: “some sensation!” whereupon everybody laughed.", "token_count": 57, "char_count": 343}
+{"book": "great_gatsby", "title": "Great Gatsby", "paragraph_id": 399, "text": "The nature of Mr. Tostoff’s composition eluded me, because just as it\nbegan my eyes fell on Gatsby, standing alone on the marble steps and\nlooking from one group to another with approving eyes. His tanned skin\nwas drawn attractively tight on his face and his short hair looked as\nthough it were trimmed every day. I could see nothing sinister about\nhim. I wondered if the fact that he was not drinking helped to set him\noff from his guests, for it seemed to me that he grew more correct as\nthe fraternal hilarity increased. When the “Jazz History of the World”\nwas over, girls were putting their heads on men’s shoulders in a\npuppyish, convivial way, girls were swooning backward playfully into\nmen’s arms, even into groups, knowing that someone would arrest their\nfalls—but no one swooned backward on Gatsby, and no French bob touched\nGatsby’s shoulder, and no singing quartets were formed with Gatsby’s\nhead for one link.", "clean_text": "the nature of mr. tostoff’s composition eluded me, because just as it began my eyes fell on gatsby, standing alone on the marble steps and looking from one group to another with approving eyes. his tanned skin was drawn attractively tight on his face and his short hair looked as though it were trimmed every day. i could see nothing sinister about him. i wondered if the fact that he was not drinking helped to set him off from his guests, for it seemed to me that he grew more correct as the fraternal hilarity increased. when the “jazz history of the world” was over, girls were putting their heads on men’s shoulders in a puppyish, convivial way, girls were swooning backward playfully into men’s arms, even into groups, knowing that someone would arrest their falls—but no one swooned backward on gatsby, and no french bob touched gatsby’s shoulder, and no singing quartets were formed with gatsby’s head for one link.", "token_count": 161, "char_count": 923}
+{"book": "great_gatsby", "title": "Great Gatsby", "paragraph_id": 405, "text": "She got up slowly, raising her eyebrows at me in astonishment, and\nfollowed the butler toward the house. I noticed that she wore her\nevening-dress, all her dresses, like sports clothes—there was a\njauntiness about her movements as if she had first learned to walk\nupon golf courses on clean, crisp mornings.", "clean_text": "she got up slowly, raising her eyebrows at me in astonishment, and followed the butler toward the house. i noticed that she wore her evening-dress, all her dresses, like sports clothes—there was a jauntiness about her movements as if she had first learned to walk upon golf courses on clean, crisp mornings.", "token_count": 52, "char_count": 307}
+{"book": "great_gatsby", "title": "Great Gatsby", "paragraph_id": 406, "text": "I was alone and it was almost two. For some time confused and\nintriguing sounds had issued from a long, many-windowed room which\noverhung the terrace. Eluding Jordan’s undergraduate, who was now\nengaged in an obstetrical conversation with two chorus girls, and who\nimplored me to join him, I went inside.", "clean_text": "i was alone and it was almost two. for some time confused and intriguing sounds had issued from a long, many-windowed room which overhung the terrace. eluding jordan’s undergraduate, who was now engaged in an obstetrical conversation with two chorus girls, and who implored me to join him, i went inside.", "token_count": 51, "char_count": 304}
+{"book": "great_gatsby", "title": "Great Gatsby", "paragraph_id": 407, "text": "The large room was full of people. One of the girls in yellow was\nplaying the piano, and beside her stood a tall, red-haired young lady\nfrom a famous chorus, engaged in song. She had drunk a quantity of\nchampagne, and during the course of her song she had decided, ineptly,\nthat everything was very, very sad—she was not only singing, she was\nweeping too. Whenever there was a pause in the song she filled it with\ngasping, broken sobs, and then took up the lyric again in a quavering\nsoprano. The tears coursed down her cheeks—not freely, however, for\nwhen they came into contact with her heavily beaded eyelashes they\nassumed an inky colour, and pursued the rest of their way in slow\nblack rivulets. A humorous suggestion was made that she sing the notes\non her face, whereupon she threw up her hands, sank into a chair, and\nwent off into a deep vinous sleep.", "clean_text": "the large room was full of people. one of the girls in yellow was playing the piano, and beside her stood a tall, red-haired young lady from a famous chorus, engaged in song. she had drunk a quantity of champagne, and during the course of her song she had decided, ineptly, that everything was very, very sad—she was not only singing, she was weeping too. whenever there was a pause in the song she filled it with gasping, broken sobs, and then took up the lyric again in a quavering soprano. the tears coursed down her cheeks—not freely, however, for when they came into contact with her heavily beaded eyelashes they assumed an inky colour, and pursued the rest of their way in slow black rivulets. a humorous suggestion was made that she sing the notes on her face, whereupon she threw up her hands, sank into a chair, and went off into a deep vinous sleep.", "token_count": 157, "char_count": 860}
+{"book": "great_gatsby", "title": "Great Gatsby", "paragraph_id": 409, "text": "I looked around. Most of the remaining women were now having fights\nwith men said to be their husbands. Even Jordan’s party, the quartet\nfrom East Egg, were rent asunder by dissension. One of the men was\ntalking with curious intensity to a young actress, and his wife, after\nattempting to laugh at the situation in a dignified and indifferent\nway, broke down entirely and resorted to flank attacks—at intervals\nshe appeared suddenly at his side like an angry diamond, and hissed:\n“You promised!” into his ear.", "clean_text": "i looked around. most of the remaining women were now having fights with men said to be their husbands. even jordan’s party, the quartet from east egg, were rent asunder by dissension. one of the men was talking with curious intensity to a young actress, and his wife, after attempting to laugh at the situation in a dignified and indifferent way, broke down entirely and resorted to flank attacks—at intervals she appeared suddenly at his side like an angry diamond, and hissed: “you promised!” into his ear.", "token_count": 87, "char_count": 509}
+{"book": "great_gatsby", "title": "Great Gatsby", "paragraph_id": 410, "text": "The reluctance to go home was not confined to wayward men. The hall\nwas at present occupied by two deplorably sober men and their highly\nindignant wives. The wives were sympathizing with each other in\nslightly raised voices.", "clean_text": "the reluctance to go home was not confined to wayward men. the hall was at present occupied by two deplorably sober men and their highly indignant wives. the wives were sympathizing with each other in slightly raised voices.", "token_count": 38, "char_count": 224}
+{"book": "great_gatsby", "title": "Great Gatsby", "paragraph_id": 417, "text": "As I waited for my hat in the hall the door of the library opened and\nJordan Baker and Gatsby came out together. He was saying some last\nword to her, but the eagerness in his manner tightened abruptly into\nformality as several people approached him to say goodbye.", "clean_text": "as i waited for my hat in the hall the door of the library opened and jordan baker and gatsby came out together. he was saying some last word to her, but the eagerness in his manner tightened abruptly into formality as several people approached him to say goodbye.", "token_count": 49, "char_count": 264}
+{"book": "great_gatsby", "title": "Great Gatsby", "paragraph_id": 421, "text": "“It was … simply amazing,” she repeated abstractedly. “But I swore I\nwouldn’t tell it and here I am tantalizing you.” She yawned gracefully\nin my face. “Please come and see me … Phone book … Under the name of\nMrs. Sigourney Howard … My aunt …” She was hurrying off as she\ntalked—her brown hand waved a jaunty salute as she melted into her\nparty at the door.", "clean_text": "“it was … simply amazing,” she repeated abstractedly. “but i swore i wouldn’t tell it and here i am tantalizing you.” she yawned gracefully in my face. “please come and see me … phone book … under the name of mrs. sigourney howard … my aunt …” she was hurrying off as she talked—her brown hand waved a jaunty salute as she melted into her party at the door.", "token_count": 69, "char_count": 357}
+{"book": "great_gatsby", "title": "Great Gatsby", "paragraph_id": 422, "text": "Rather ashamed that on my first appearance I had stayed so late, I\njoined the last of Gatsby’s guests, who were clustered around him. I\nwanted to explain that I’d hunted for him early in the evening and to\napologize for not having known him in the garden.", "clean_text": "rather ashamed that on my first appearance i had stayed so late, i joined the last of gatsby’s guests, who were clustered around him. i wanted to explain that i’d hunted for him early in the evening and to apologize for not having known him in the garden.", "token_count": 48, "char_count": 255}
+{"book": "great_gatsby", "title": "Great Gatsby", "paragraph_id": 423, "text": "“Don’t mention it,” he enjoined me eagerly. “Don’t give it another\nthought, old sport.” The familiar expression held no more familiarity\nthan the hand which reassuringly brushed my shoulder. “And don’t\nforget we’re going up in the hydroplane tomorrow morning, at nine\no’clock.”", "clean_text": "“don’t mention it,” he enjoined me eagerly. “don’t give it another thought, old sport.” the familiar expression held no more familiarity than the hand which reassuringly brushed my shoulder. “and don’t forget we’re going up in the hydroplane tomorrow morning, at nine o’clock.”", "token_count": 43, "char_count": 277}
+{"book": "great_gatsby", "title": "Great Gatsby", "paragraph_id": 428, "text": "“Good night.” He smiled—and suddenly there seemed to be a pleasant\nsignificance in having been among the last to go, as if he had desired\nit all the time. “Good night, old sport … Good night.”", "clean_text": "“good night.” he smiled—and suddenly there seemed to be a pleasant significance in having been among the last to go, as if he had desired it all the time. “good night, old sport … good night.”", "token_count": 36, "char_count": 192}
+{"book": "great_gatsby", "title": "Great Gatsby", "paragraph_id": 429, "text": "But as I walked down the steps I saw that the evening was not quite\nover. Fifty feet from the door a dozen headlights illuminated a\nbizarre and tumultuous scene. In the ditch beside the road, right side\nup, but violently shorn of one wheel, rested a new coupé which had\nleft Gatsby’s drive not two minutes before. The sharp jut of a wall\naccounted for the detachment of the wheel, which was now getting\nconsiderable attention from half a dozen curious chauffeurs. However,\nas they had left their cars blocking the road, a harsh, discordant din\nfrom those in the rear had been audible for some time, and added to\nthe already violent confusion of the scene.", "clean_text": "but as i walked down the steps i saw that the evening was not quite over. fifty feet from the door a dozen headlights illuminated a bizarre and tumultuous scene. in the ditch beside the road, right side up, but violently shorn of one wheel, rested a new coupé which had left gatsby’s drive not two minutes before. the sharp jut of a wall accounted for the detachment of the wheel, which was now getting considerable attention from half a dozen curious chauffeurs. however, as they had left their cars blocking the road, a harsh, discordant din from those in the rear had been audible for some time, and added to the already violent confusion of the scene.", "token_count": 118, "char_count": 655}
+{"book": "great_gatsby", "title": "Great Gatsby", "paragraph_id": 430, "text": "A man in a long duster had dismounted from the wreck and now stood in\nthe middle of the road, looking from the car to the tyre and from the\ntyre to the observers in a pleasant, puzzled way.", "clean_text": "a man in a long duster had dismounted from the wreck and now stood in the middle of the road, looking from the car to the tyre and from the tyre to the observers in a pleasant, puzzled way.", "token_count": 39, "char_count": 189}
+{"book": "great_gatsby", "title": "Great Gatsby", "paragraph_id": 444, "text": "The shock that followed this declaration found voice in a sustained\n“Ah-h-h!” as the door of the coupé swung slowly open. The crowd—it was\nnow a crowd—stepped back involuntarily, and when the door had opened\nwide there was a ghostly pause. Then, very gradually, part by part, a\npale, dangling individual stepped out of the wreck, pawing tentatively\nat the ground with a large uncertain dancing shoe.", "clean_text": "the shock that followed this declaration found voice in a sustained “ah-h-h!” as the door of the coupé swung slowly open. the crowd—it was now a crowd—stepped back involuntarily, and when the door had opened wide there was a ghostly pause. then, very gradually, part by part, a pale, dangling individual stepped out of the wreck, pawing tentatively at the ground with a large uncertain dancing shoe.", "token_count": 67, "char_count": 399}
+{"book": "great_gatsby", "title": "Great Gatsby", "paragraph_id": 445, "text": "Blinded by the glare of the headlights and confused by the incessant\ngroaning of the horns, the apparition stood swaying for a moment\nbefore he perceived the man in the duster.", "clean_text": "blinded by the glare of the headlights and confused by the incessant groaning of the horns, the apparition stood swaying for a moment before he perceived the man in the duster.", "token_count": 31, "char_count": 176}
+{"book": "great_gatsby", "title": "Great Gatsby", "paragraph_id": 448, "text": "Half a dozen fingers pointed at the amputated wheel—he stared at it\nfor a moment, and then looked upward as though he suspected that it\nhad dropped from the sky.", "clean_text": "half a dozen fingers pointed at the amputated wheel—he stared at it for a moment, and then looked upward as though he suspected that it had dropped from the sky.", "token_count": 30, "char_count": 161}
+{"book": "great_gatsby", "title": "Great Gatsby", "paragraph_id": 454, "text": "At least a dozen men, some of them a little better off than he was,\nexplained to him that wheel and car were no longer joined by any\nphysical bond.", "clean_text": "at least a dozen men, some of them a little better off than he was, explained to him that wheel and car were no longer joined by any physical bond.", "token_count": 30, "char_count": 147}
+{"book": "great_gatsby", "title": "Great Gatsby", "paragraph_id": 459, "text": "The caterwauling horns had reached a crescendo and I turned away and\ncut across the lawn toward home. I glanced back once. A wafer of a\nmoon was shining over Gatsby’s house, making the night fine as before,\nand surviving the laughter and the sound of his still glowing garden.\nA sudden emptiness seemed to flow now from the windows and the great\ndoors, endowing with complete isolation the figure of the host, who\nstood on the porch, his hand up in a formal gesture of farewell.", "clean_text": "the caterwauling horns had reached a crescendo and i turned away and cut across the lawn toward home. i glanced back once. a wafer of a moon was shining over gatsby’s house, making the night fine as before, and surviving the laughter and the sound of his still glowing garden. a sudden emptiness seemed to flow now from the windows and the great doors, endowing with complete isolation the figure of the host, who stood on the porch, his hand up in a formal gesture of farewell.", "token_count": 87, "char_count": 478}
+{"book": "great_gatsby", "title": "Great Gatsby", "paragraph_id": 461, "text": "Reading over what I have written so far, I see I have given the\nimpression that the events of three nights several weeks apart were\nall that absorbed me. On the contrary, they were merely casual events\nin a crowded summer, and, until much later, they absorbed me\ninfinitely less than my personal affairs.", "clean_text": "reading over what i have written so far, i see i have given the impression that the events of three nights several weeks apart were all that absorbed me. on the contrary, they were merely casual events in a crowded summer, and, until much later, they absorbed me infinitely less than my personal affairs.", "token_count": 54, "char_count": 304}
+{"book": "great_gatsby", "title": "Great Gatsby", "paragraph_id": 462, "text": "Most of the time I worked. In the early morning the sun threw my\nshadow westward as I hurried down the white chasms of lower New York\nto the Probity Trust. I knew the other clerks and young bond-salesmen\nby their first names, and lunched with them in dark, crowded\nrestaurants on little pig sausages and mashed potatoes and coffee. I\neven had a short affair with a girl who lived in Jersey City and\nworked in the accounting department, but her brother began throwing\nmean looks in my direction, so when she went on her vacation in July I\nlet it blow quietly away.", "clean_text": "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. i knew the other clerks and young bond-salesmen by their first names, and lunched with them in dark, crowded restaurants on little pig sausages and mashed potatoes and coffee. i even had a short affair with a girl who lived in jersey city and worked in the accounting department, but her brother began throwing mean looks in my direction, so when she went on her vacation in july i let it blow quietly away.", "token_count": 105, "char_count": 563}
+{"book": "great_gatsby", "title": "Great Gatsby", "paragraph_id": 463, "text": "I took dinner usually at the Yale Club—for some reason it was the\ngloomiest event of my day—and then I went upstairs to the library and\nstudied investments and securities for a conscientious hour. There\nwere generally a few rioters around, but they never came into the\nlibrary, so it was a good place to work. After that, if the night was\nmellow, I strolled down Madison Avenue past the old Murray Hill Hotel,\nand over 33rd Street to the Pennsylvania Station.", "clean_text": "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. there were generally a few rioters around, but they never came into the library, so it was a good place to work. after that, if the night was mellow, i strolled down madison avenue past the old murray hill hotel, and over 33rd street to the pennsylvania station.", "token_count": 82, "char_count": 459}
+{"book": "great_gatsby", "title": "Great Gatsby", "paragraph_id": 464, "text": "I began to like New York, the racy, adventurous feel of it at night,\nand the satisfaction that the constant flicker of men and women and\nmachines gives to the restless eye. I liked to walk up Fifth Avenue\nand pick out romantic women from the crowd and imagine that in a few\nminutes I was going to enter into their lives, and no one would ever\nknow or disapprove. Sometimes, in my mind, I followed them to their\napartments on the corners of hidden streets, and they turned and\nsmiled back at me before they faded through a door into warm\ndarkness. At the enchanted metropolitan twilight I felt a haunting\nloneliness sometimes, and felt it in others—poor young clerks who\nloitered in front of windows waiting until it was time for a solitary\nrestaurant dinner—young clerks in the dusk, wasting the most poignant\nmoments of night and life.", "clean_text": "i began to like new york, the racy, adventurous feel of it at night, and the satisfaction that the constant flicker of men and women and machines gives to the restless eye. 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. sometimes, in my mind, i followed them to their apartments on the corners of hidden streets, and they turned and smiled back at me before they faded through a door into warm darkness. at the enchanted metropolitan twilight i felt a haunting loneliness sometimes, and felt it in others—poor young clerks who loitered in front of windows waiting until it was time for a solitary restaurant dinner—young clerks in the dusk, wasting the most poignant moments of night and life.", "token_count": 150, "char_count": 836}
+{"book": "great_gatsby", "title": "Great Gatsby", "paragraph_id": 465, "text": "Again at eight o’clock, when the dark lanes of the Forties were lined\nfive deep with throbbing taxicabs, bound for the theatre district, I\nfelt a sinking in my heart. Forms leaned together in the taxis as they\nwaited, and voices sang, and there was laughter from unheard jokes,\nand lighted cigarettes made unintelligible circles inside. Imagining\nthat I, too, was hurrying towards gaiety and sharing their intimate\nexcitement, I wished them well.", "clean_text": "again at eight o’clock, when the dark lanes of the forties were lined five deep with throbbing taxicabs, bound for the theatre district, i felt a sinking in my heart. forms leaned together in the taxis as they waited, and voices sang, and there was laughter from unheard jokes, and lighted cigarettes made unintelligible circles inside. imagining that i, too, was hurrying towards gaiety and sharing their intimate excitement, i wished them well.", "token_count": 73, "char_count": 446}
+{"book": "great_gatsby", "title": "Great Gatsby", "paragraph_id": 466, "text": "For a while I lost sight of Jordan Baker, and then in midsummer I\nfound her again. At first I was flattered to go places with her,\nbecause she was a golf champion, and everyone knew her name. Then it\nwas something more. I wasn’t actually in love, but I felt a sort of\ntender curiosity. The bored haughty face that she turned to the world\nconcealed something—most affectations conceal something eventually,\neven though they don’t in the beginning—and one day I found what it\nwas. When we were on a house-party together up in Warwick, she left a\nborrowed car out in the rain with the top down, and then lied about\nit—and suddenly I remembered the story about her that had eluded me\nthat night at Daisy’s. At her first big golf tournament there was a\nrow that nearly reached the newspapers—a suggestion that she had moved\nher ball from a bad lie in the semifinal round. The thing approached\nthe proportions of a scandal—then died away. A caddy retracted his\nstatement, and the only other witness admitted that he might have been\nmistaken. The incident and the name had remained together in my mind.", "clean_text": "for a while i lost sight of jordan baker, and then in midsummer i found her again. at first i was flattered to go places with her, because she was a golf champion, and everyone knew her name. then it was something more. i wasn’t actually in love, but i felt a sort of tender curiosity. the bored haughty face that she turned to the world concealed something—most affectations conceal something eventually, even though they don’t in the beginning—and one day i found what it was. when we were on a house-party together up in warwick, she left a borrowed car out in the rain with the top down, and then lied about it—and suddenly i remembered the story about her that had eluded me that night at daisy’s. at her first big golf tournament there was a row that nearly reached the newspapers—a suggestion that she had moved her ball from a bad lie in the semifinal round. the thing approached the proportions of a scandal—then died away. a caddy retracted his statement, and the only other witness admitted that he might have been mistaken. the incident and the name had remained together in my mind.", "token_count": 197, "char_count": 1095}
+{"book": "great_gatsby", "title": "Great Gatsby", "paragraph_id": 467, "text": "Jordan Baker instinctively avoided clever, shrewd men, and now I saw\nthat this was because she felt safer on a plane where any divergence\nfrom a code would be thought impossible. She was incurably dishonest.\nShe wasn’t able to endure being at a disadvantage and, given this\nunwillingness, I suppose she had begun dealing in subterfuges when she\nwas very young in order to keep that cool, insolent smile turned to\nthe world and yet satisfy the demands of her hard, jaunty body.", "clean_text": "jordan baker instinctively avoided clever, shrewd men, and now i saw that this was because she felt safer on a plane where any divergence from a code would be thought impossible. she was incurably dishonest. she wasn’t able to endure being at a disadvantage and, given this unwillingness, i suppose she had begun dealing in subterfuges when she was very young in order to keep that cool, insolent smile turned to the world and yet satisfy the demands of her hard, jaunty body.", "token_count": 83, "char_count": 476}
+{"book": "great_gatsby", "title": "Great Gatsby", "paragraph_id": 468, "text": "It made no difference to me. Dishonesty in a woman is a thing you\nnever blame deeply—I was casually sorry, and then I forgot. It was on\nthat same house-party that we had a curious conversation about driving\na car. It started because she passed so close to some workmen that our\nfender flicked a button on one man’s coat.", "clean_text": "it made no difference to me. dishonesty in a woman is a thing you never blame deeply—i was casually sorry, and then i forgot. it was on that same house-party that we had a curious conversation about driving a car. it started because she passed so close to some workmen that our fender flicked a button on one man’s coat.", "token_count": 60, "char_count": 320}
+{"book": "great_gatsby", "title": "Great Gatsby", "paragraph_id": 477, "text": "Her grey, sun-strained eyes stared straight ahead, but she had\ndeliberately shifted our relations, and for a moment I thought I loved\nher. But I am slow-thinking and full of interior rules that act as\nbrakes on my desires, and I knew that first I had to get myself\ndefinitely out of that tangle back home. I’d been writing letters once\na week and signing them: “Love, Nick,” and all I could think of was\nhow, when that certain girl played tennis, a faint moustache of\nperspiration appeared on her upper lip. Nevertheless there was a vague\nunderstanding that had to be tactfully broken off before I was free.", "clean_text": "her grey, sun-strained eyes stared straight ahead, but she had deliberately shifted our relations, and for a moment i thought i loved her. but i am slow-thinking and full of interior rules that act as brakes on my desires, and i knew that first i had to get myself definitely out of that tangle back home. i’d been writing letters once a week and signing them: “love, nick,” and all i could think of was how, when that certain girl played tennis, a faint moustache of perspiration appeared on her upper lip. nevertheless there was a vague understanding that had to be tactfully broken off before i was free.", "token_count": 109, "char_count": 607}
+{"book": "great_gatsby", "title": "Great Gatsby", "paragraph_id": 481, "text": "“He’s a bootlegger,” said the young ladies, moving somewhere between\nhis cocktails and his flowers. “One time he killed a man who had found\nout that he was nephew to Von Hindenburg and second cousin to the\ndevil. Reach me a rose, honey, and pour me a last drop into that there\ncrystal glass.”", "clean_text": "“he’s a bootlegger,” said the young ladies, moving somewhere between his cocktails and his flowers. “one time he killed a man who had found out that he was nephew to von hindenburg and second cousin to the devil. reach me a rose, honey, and pour me a last drop into that there crystal glass.”", "token_count": 54, "char_count": 292}
+{"book": "great_gatsby", "title": "Great Gatsby", "paragraph_id": 482, "text": "Once I wrote down on the empty spaces of a timetable the names of\nthose who came to Gatsby’s house that summer. It is an old timetable\nnow, disintegrating at its folds, and headed “This schedule in effect\nJuly 5th, 1922.” But I can still read the grey names, and they will\ngive you a better impression than my generalities of those who\naccepted Gatsby’s hospitality and paid him the subtle tribute of\nknowing nothing whatever about him.", "clean_text": "once i wrote down on the empty spaces of a timetable the names of those who came to gatsby’s house that summer. it is an old timetable now, disintegrating at its folds, and headed “this schedule in effect july 5th, 1922.” but i can still read the grey names, and they will give you a better impression than my generalities of those who accepted gatsby’s hospitality and paid him the subtle tribute of knowing nothing whatever about him.", "token_count": 78, "char_count": 436}
+{"book": "great_gatsby", "title": "Great Gatsby", "paragraph_id": 483, "text": "From East Egg, then, came the Chester Beckers and the Leeches, and a\nman named Bunsen, whom I knew at Yale, and Doctor Webster Civet, who\nwas drowned last summer up in Maine. And the Hornbeams and the Willie\nVoltaires, and a whole clan named Blackbuck, who always gathered in a\ncorner and flipped up their noses like goats at whosoever came\nnear. And the Ismays and the Chrysties (or rather Hubert Auerbach and\nMr. Chrystie’s wife), and Edgar Beaver, whose hair, they say, turned\ncotton-white one winter afternoon for no good reason at all.", "clean_text": "from east egg, then, came the chester beckers and the leeches, and a man named bunsen, whom i knew at yale, and doctor webster civet, who was drowned last summer up in maine. and the hornbeams and the willie voltaires, and a whole clan named blackbuck, who always gathered in a corner and flipped up their noses like goats at whosoever came near. and the ismays and the chrysties (or rather hubert auerbach and mr. chrystie’s wife), and edgar beaver, whose hair, they say, turned cotton-white one winter afternoon for no good reason at all.", "token_count": 95, "char_count": 540}
+{"book": "great_gatsby", "title": "Great Gatsby", "paragraph_id": 484, "text": "Clarence Endive was from East Egg, as I remember. He came only once,\nin white knickerbockers, and had a fight with a bum named Etty in the\ngarden. From farther out on the Island came the Cheadles and the O.\nR. P. Schraeders, and the Stonewall Jackson Abrams of Georgia, and the\nFishguards and the Ripley Snells. Snell was there three days before he\nwent to the penitentiary, so drunk out on the gravel drive that\nMrs. Ulysses Swett’s automobile ran over his right hand. The Dancies\ncame, too, and S. B. Whitebait, who was well over sixty, and Maurice\nA. Flink, and the Hammerheads, and Beluga the tobacco importer, and\nBeluga’s girls.", "clean_text": "clarence endive was from east egg, as i remember. he came only once, in white knickerbockers, and had a fight with a bum named etty in the garden. from farther out on the island came the cheadles and the o. r. p. schraeders, and the stonewall jackson abrams of georgia, and the fishguards and the ripley snells. snell was there three days before he went to the penitentiary, so drunk out on the gravel drive that mrs. ulysses swett’s automobile ran over his right hand. the dancies came, too, and s. b. whitebait, who was well over sixty, and maurice a. flink, and the hammerheads, and beluga the tobacco importer, and beluga’s girls.", "token_count": 113, "char_count": 634}
+{"book": "great_gatsby", "title": "Great Gatsby", "paragraph_id": 485, "text": "From West Egg came the Poles and the Mulreadys and Cecil Roebuck and\nCecil Schoen and Gulick the State senator and Newton Orchid, who\ncontrolled Films Par Excellence, and Eckhaust and Clyde Cohen and Don\nS. Schwartz (the son) and Arthur McCarty, all connected with the\nmovies in one way or another. And the Catlips and the Bembergs and G.\nEarl Muldoon, brother to that Muldoon who afterward strangled his\nwife. Da Fontano the promoter came there, and Ed Legros and James B.\n(“Rot-Gut”) Ferret and the De Jongs and Ernest Lilly—they came to\ngamble, and when Ferret wandered into the garden it meant he was\ncleaned out and Associated Traction would have to fluctuate profitably\nnext day.", "clean_text": "from west egg came the poles and the mulreadys and cecil roebuck and cecil schoen and gulick the state senator and newton orchid, who controlled films par excellence, and eckhaust and clyde cohen and don s. schwartz (the son) and arthur mccarty, all connected with the movies in one way or another. and the catlips and the bembergs and g. earl muldoon, brother to that muldoon who afterward strangled his wife. da fontano the promoter came there, and ed legros and james b. (“rot-gut”) ferret and the de jongs and ernest lilly—they came to gamble, and when ferret wandered into the garden it meant he was cleaned out and associated traction would have to fluctuate profitably next day.", "token_count": 118, "char_count": 685}
+{"book": "great_gatsby", "title": "Great Gatsby", "paragraph_id": 486, "text": "A man named Klipspringer was there so often that he became known as\n“the boarder”—I doubt if he had any other home. Of theatrical people\nthere were Gus Waize and Horace O’Donavan and Lester Myer and George\nDuckweed and Francis Bull. Also from New York were the Chromes and the\nBackhyssons and the Dennickers and Russel Betty and the Corrigans and\nthe Kellehers and the Dewars and the Scullys and S. W. Belcher and the\nSmirkes and the young Quinns, divorced now, and Henry L. Palmetto, who\nkilled himself by jumping in front of a subway train in Times Square.", "clean_text": "a man named klipspringer was there so often that he became known as “the boarder”—i doubt if he had any other home. of theatrical people there were gus waize and horace o’donavan and lester myer and george duckweed and francis bull. 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.", "token_count": 100, "char_count": 558}
+{"book": "great_gatsby", "title": "Great Gatsby", "paragraph_id": 487, "text": "Benny McClenahan arrived always with four girls. They were never quite\nthe same ones in physical person, but they were so identical one with\nanother that it inevitably seemed they had been there before. I have\nforgotten their names—Jaqueline, I think, or else Consuela, or Gloria\nor Judy or June, and their last names were either the melodious names\nof flowers and months or the sterner ones of the great American\ncapitalists whose cousins, if pressed, they would confess themselves\nto be.", "clean_text": "benny mcclenahan arrived always with four girls. they were never quite the same ones in physical person, but they were so identical one with another that it inevitably seemed they had been there before. i have forgotten their names—jaqueline, i think, or else consuela, or gloria or judy or june, and their last names were either the melodious names of flowers and months or the sterner ones of the great american capitalists whose cousins, if pressed, they would confess themselves to be.", "token_count": 82, "char_count": 489}
+{"book": "great_gatsby", "title": "Great Gatsby", "paragraph_id": 488, "text": "In addition to all these I can remember that Faustina O’Brien came\nthere at least once and the Baedeker girls and young Brewer, who had\nhis nose shot off in the war, and Mr. Albrucksburger and Miss Haag,\nhis fiancée, and Ardita Fitz-Peters and Mr. P. Jewett, once head of\nthe American Legion, and Miss Claudia Hip, with a man reputed to be\nher chauffeur, and a prince of something, whom we called Duke, and\nwhose name, if I ever knew it, I have forgotten.", "clean_text": "in addition to all these i can remember that faustina o’brien came there at least once and the baedeker girls and young brewer, who had his nose shot off in the war, and mr. albrucksburger and miss haag, his fiancée, and ardita fitz-peters and mr. p. jewett, once head of the american legion, and miss claudia hip, with a man reputed to be her chauffeur, and a prince of something, whom we called duke, and whose name, if i ever knew it, i have forgotten.", "token_count": 85, "char_count": 455}
+{"book": "great_gatsby", "title": "Great Gatsby", "paragraph_id": 491, "text": "At nine o’clock, one morning late in July, Gatsby’s gorgeous car\nlurched up the rocky drive to my door and gave out a burst of melody\nfrom its three-noted horn.", "clean_text": "at nine o’clock, one morning late in july, gatsby’s gorgeous car lurched up the rocky drive to my door and gave out a burst of melody from its three-noted horn.", "token_count": 30, "char_count": 160}
+{"book": "great_gatsby", "title": "Great Gatsby", "paragraph_id": 492, "text": "It was the first time he had called on me, though I had gone to two of\nhis parties, mounted in his hydroplane, and, at his urgent invitation,\nmade frequent use of his beach.", "clean_text": "it was the first time he had called on me, though i had gone to two of his parties, mounted in his hydroplane, and, at his urgent invitation, made frequent use of his beach.", "token_count": 34, "char_count": 173}
+{"book": "great_gatsby", "title": "Great Gatsby", "paragraph_id": 494, "text": "He was balancing himself on the dashboard of his car with that\nresourcefulness of movement that is so peculiarly American—that comes,\nI suppose, with the absence of lifting work in youth and, even more,\nwith the formless grace of our nervous, sporadic games. This quality\nwas continually breaking through his punctilious manner in the shape\nof restlessness. He was never quite still; there was always a tapping\nfoot somewhere or the impatient opening and closing of a hand.", "clean_text": "he was balancing himself on the dashboard of his car with that resourcefulness of movement that is so peculiarly american—that comes, i suppose, with the absence of lifting work in youth and, even more, with the formless grace of our nervous, sporadic games. this quality was continually breaking through his punctilious manner in the shape of restlessness. he was never quite still; there was always a tapping foot somewhere or the impatient opening and closing of a hand.", "token_count": 78, "char_count": 473}
+{"book": "great_gatsby", "title": "Great Gatsby", "paragraph_id": 497, "text": "I’d seen it. Everybody had seen it. It was a rich cream colour, bright\nwith nickel, swollen here and there in its monstrous length with\ntriumphant hatboxes and supper-boxes and toolboxes, and terraced with\na labyrinth of windshields that mirrored a dozen suns. Sitting down\nbehind many layers of glass in a sort of green leather conservatory,\nwe started to town.", "clean_text": "i’d seen it. everybody had seen it. it was a rich cream colour, bright with nickel, swollen here and there in its monstrous length with triumphant hatboxes and supper-boxes and toolboxes, and terraced with a labyrinth of windshields that mirrored a dozen suns. sitting down behind many layers of glass in a sort of green leather conservatory, we started to town.", "token_count": 61, "char_count": 362}
+{"book": "great_gatsby", "title": "Great Gatsby", "paragraph_id": 498, "text": "I had talked with him perhaps half a dozen times in the past month and\nfound, to my disappointment, that he had little to say. So my first\nimpression, that he was a person of some undefined consequence, had\ngradually faded and he had become simply the proprietor of an\nelaborate roadhouse next door.", "clean_text": "i had talked with him perhaps half a dozen times in the past month and found, to my disappointment, that he had little to say. so my first impression, that he was a person of some undefined consequence, had gradually faded and he had become simply the proprietor of an elaborate roadhouse next door.", "token_count": 54, "char_count": 299}
+{"book": "great_gatsby", "title": "Great Gatsby", "paragraph_id": 499, "text": "And then came that disconcerting ride. We hadn’t reached West Egg\nvillage before Gatsby began leaving his elegant sentences unfinished\nand slapping himself indecisively on the knee of his caramel-coloured\nsuit.", "clean_text": "and then came that disconcerting ride. we hadn’t reached west egg village before gatsby began leaving his elegant sentences unfinished and slapping himself indecisively on the knee of his caramel-coloured suit.", "token_count": 31, "char_count": 210}
+{"book": "great_gatsby", "title": "Great Gatsby", "paragraph_id": 504, "text": "“I’ll tell you God’s truth.” His right hand suddenly ordered divine\nretribution to stand by. “I am the son of some wealthy people in the\nMiddle West—all dead now. I was brought up in America but educated at\nOxford, because all my ancestors have been educated there for many\nyears. It is a family tradition.”", "clean_text": "“i’ll tell you god’s truth.” his right hand suddenly ordered divine retribution to stand by. “i am the son of some wealthy people in the middle west—all dead now. i was brought up in america but educated at oxford, because all my ancestors have been educated there for many years. it is a family tradition.”", "token_count": 55, "char_count": 307}
+{"book": "great_gatsby", "title": "Great Gatsby", "paragraph_id": 505, "text": "He looked at me sideways—and I knew why Jordan Baker had believed he\nwas lying. He hurried the phrase “educated at Oxford,” or swallowed\nit, or choked on it, as though it had bothered him before. And with\nthis doubt, his whole statement fell to pieces, and I wondered if\nthere wasn’t something a little sinister about him, after all.", "clean_text": "he looked at me sideways—and i knew why jordan baker had believed he was lying. he hurried the phrase “educated at oxford,” or swallowed it, or choked on it, as though it had bothered him before. and with this doubt, his whole statement fell to pieces, and i wondered if there wasn’t something a little sinister about him, after all.", "token_count": 60, "char_count": 333}
+{"book": "great_gatsby", "title": "Great Gatsby", "paragraph_id": 510, "text": "His voice was solemn, as if the memory of that sudden extinction of a\nclan still haunted him. For a moment I suspected that he was pulling\nmy leg, but a glance at him convinced me otherwise.", "clean_text": "his voice was solemn, as if the memory of that sudden extinction of a clan still haunted him. for a moment i suspected that he was pulling my leg, but a glance at him convinced me otherwise.", "token_count": 37, "char_count": 190}
+{"book": "great_gatsby", "title": "Great Gatsby", "paragraph_id": 511, "text": "“After that I lived like a young rajah in all the capitals of\nEurope—Paris, Venice, Rome—collecting jewels, chiefly rubies, hunting\nbig game, painting a little, things for myself only, and trying to\nforget something very sad that had happened to me long ago.”", "clean_text": "“after that i lived like a young rajah in all the capitals of europe—paris, venice, rome—collecting jewels, chiefly rubies, hunting big game, painting a little, things for myself only, and trying to forget something very sad that had happened to me long ago.”", "token_count": 43, "char_count": 259}
+{"book": "great_gatsby", "title": "Great Gatsby", "paragraph_id": 512, "text": "With an effort I managed to restrain my incredulous laughter. The very\nphrases were worn so threadbare that they evoked no image except that\nof a turbaned “character” leaking sawdust at every pore as he pursued\na tiger through the Bois de Boulogne.", "clean_text": "with an effort i managed to restrain my incredulous laughter. the very phrases were worn so threadbare that they evoked no image except that of a turbaned “character” leaking sawdust at every pore as he pursued a tiger through the bois de boulogne.", "token_count": 43, "char_count": 248}
+{"book": "great_gatsby", "title": "Great Gatsby", "paragraph_id": 513, "text": "“Then came the war, old sport. It was a great relief, and I tried very\nhard to die, but I seemed to bear an enchanted life. I accepted a\ncommission as first lieutenant when it began. In the Argonne Forest I\ntook the remains of my machine-gun battalion so far forward that there\nwas a half mile gap on either side of us where the infantry couldn’t\nadvance. We stayed there two days and two nights, a hundred and thirty\nmen with sixteen Lewis guns, and when the infantry came up at last\nthey found the insignia of three German divisions among the piles of\ndead. I was promoted to be a major, and every Allied government gave\nme a decoration—even Montenegro, little Montenegro down on the\nAdriatic Sea!”", "clean_text": "“then came the war, old sport. it was a great relief, and i tried very hard to die, but i seemed to bear an enchanted life. i accepted a commission as first lieutenant when it began. in the argonne forest i took the remains of my machine-gun battalion so far forward that there was a half mile gap on either side of us where the infantry couldn’t advance. we stayed there two days and two nights, a hundred and thirty men with sixteen lewis guns, and when the infantry came up at last they found the insignia of three german divisions among the piles of dead. i was promoted to be a major, and every allied government gave me a decoration—even montenegro, little montenegro down on the adriatic sea!”", "token_count": 129, "char_count": 700}
+{"book": "great_gatsby", "title": "Great Gatsby", "paragraph_id": 514, "text": "Little Montenegro! He lifted up the words and nodded at them—with his\nsmile. The smile comprehended Montenegro’s troubled history and\nsympathized with the brave struggles of the Montenegrin people. It\nappreciated fully the chain of national circumstances which had\nelicited this tribute from Montenegro’s warm little heart. My\nincredulity was submerged in fascination now; it was like skimming\nhastily through a dozen magazines.", "clean_text": "little montenegro! he lifted up the words and nodded at them—with his smile. the smile comprehended montenegro’s troubled history and sympathized with the brave struggles of the montenegrin people. it appreciated fully the chain of national circumstances which had elicited this tribute from montenegro’s warm little heart. my incredulity was submerged in fascination now; it was like skimming hastily through a dozen magazines.", "token_count": 63, "char_count": 428}
+{"book": "great_gatsby", "title": "Great Gatsby", "paragraph_id": 521, "text": "It was a photograph of half a dozen young men in blazers loafing in an\narchway through which were visible a host of spires. There was Gatsby,\nlooking a little, not much, younger—with a cricket bat in his hand.", "clean_text": "it was a photograph of half a dozen young men in blazers loafing in an archway through which were visible a host of spires. there was gatsby, looking a little, not much, younger—with a cricket bat in his hand.", "token_count": 39, "char_count": 209}
+{"book": "great_gatsby", "title": "Great Gatsby", "paragraph_id": 522, "text": "Then it was all true. I saw the skins of tigers flaming in his palace\non the Grand Canal; I saw him opening a chest of rubies to ease, with\ntheir crimson-lighted depths, the gnawings of his broken heart.", "clean_text": "then it was all true. i saw the skins of tigers flaming in his palace on the grand canal; i saw him opening a chest of rubies to ease, with their crimson-lighted depths, the gnawings of his broken heart.", "token_count": 39, "char_count": 203}
+{"book": "great_gatsby", "title": "Great Gatsby", "paragraph_id": 523, "text": "“I’m going to make a big request of you today,” he said, pocketing his\nsouvenirs with satisfaction, “so I thought you ought to know something\nabout me. I didn’t want you to think I was just some nobody. You see,\nI usually find myself among strangers because I drift here and there\ntrying to forget the sad things that happened to me.” He hesitated.\n“You’ll hear about it this afternoon.”", "clean_text": "“i’m going to make a big request of you today,” he said, pocketing his souvenirs with satisfaction, “so i thought you ought to know something about me. i didn’t want you to think i was just some nobody. you see, i usually find myself among strangers because i drift here and there trying to forget the sad things that happened to me.” he hesitated. “you’ll hear about it this afternoon.”", "token_count": 70, "char_count": 387}
+{"book": "great_gatsby", "title": "Great Gatsby", "paragraph_id": 528, "text": "I hadn’t the faintest idea what “this matter” was, but I was more\nannoyed than interested. I hadn’t asked Jordan to tea in order to\ndiscuss Mr. Jay Gatsby. I was sure the request would be something\nutterly fantastic, and for a moment I was sorry I’d ever set foot upon\nhis overpopulated lawn.", "clean_text": "i hadn’t the faintest idea what “this matter” was, but i was more annoyed than interested. i hadn’t asked jordan to tea in order to discuss mr. jay gatsby. i was sure the request would be something utterly fantastic, and for a moment i was sorry i’d ever set foot upon his overpopulated lawn.", "token_count": 54, "char_count": 292}
+{"book": "great_gatsby", "title": "Great Gatsby", "paragraph_id": 529, "text": "He wouldn’t say another word. His correctness grew on him as we neared\nthe city. We passed Port Roosevelt, where there was a glimpse of\nred-belted oceangoing ships, and sped along a cobbled slum lined with\nthe dark, undeserted saloons of the faded-gilt nineteen-hundreds.\nThen the valley of ashes opened out on both sides of us, and I had a\nglimpse of Mrs. Wilson straining at the garage pump with panting\nvitality as we went by.", "clean_text": "he wouldn’t say another word. his correctness grew on him as we neared the city. we passed port roosevelt, where there was a glimpse of red-belted oceangoing ships, and sped along a cobbled slum lined with the dark, undeserted saloons of the faded-gilt nineteen-hundreds. then the valley of ashes opened out on both sides of us, and i had a glimpse of mrs. wilson straining at the garage pump with panting vitality as we went by.", "token_count": 76, "char_count": 429}
+{"book": "great_gatsby", "title": "Great Gatsby", "paragraph_id": 530, "text": "With fenders spread like wings we scattered light through half\nAstoria—only half, for as we twisted among the pillars of the elevated\nI heard the familiar “jug-jug-spat!” of a motorcycle, and a frantic\npoliceman rode alongside.", "clean_text": "with fenders spread like wings we scattered light through half astoria—only half, for as we twisted among the pillars of the elevated i heard the familiar “jug-jug-spat!” of a motorcycle, and a frantic policeman rode alongside.", "token_count": 36, "char_count": 227}
+{"book": "great_gatsby", "title": "Great Gatsby", "paragraph_id": 535, "text": "Over the great bridge, with the sunlight through the girders making a\nconstant flicker upon the moving cars, with the city rising up across\nthe river in white heaps and sugar lumps all built with a wish out of\nnonolfactory money. The city seen from the Queensboro Bridge is always\nthe city seen for the first time, in its first wild promise of all the\nmystery and the beauty in the world.", "clean_text": "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 nonolfactory 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.", "token_count": 72, "char_count": 388}
+{"book": "great_gatsby", "title": "Great Gatsby", "paragraph_id": 536, "text": "A dead man passed us in a hearse heaped with blooms, followed by two\ncarriages with drawn blinds, and by more cheerful carriages for\nfriends. The friends looked out at us with the tragic eyes and short\nupper lips of southeastern Europe, and I was glad that the sight of\nGatsby’s splendid car was included in their sombre holiday. As we\ncrossed Blackwell’s Island a limousine passed us, driven by a white\nchauffeur, in which sat three modish negroes, two bucks and a girl. I\nlaughed aloud as the yolks of their eyeballs rolled toward us in\nhaughty rivalry.", "clean_text": "a dead man passed us in a hearse heaped with blooms, followed by two carriages with drawn blinds, and by more cheerful carriages for friends. the friends looked out at us with the tragic eyes and short upper lips of southeastern europe, and i was glad that the sight of gatsby’s splendid car was included in their sombre holiday. 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.", "token_count": 99, "char_count": 555}
+{"book": "great_gatsby", "title": "Great Gatsby", "paragraph_id": 540, "text": "Roaring noon. In a well-fanned Forty-second Street cellar I met Gatsby\nfor lunch. Blinking away the brightness of the street outside, my eyes\npicked him out obscurely in the anteroom, talking to another man.", "clean_text": "roaring noon. in a well-fanned forty-second street cellar i met gatsby for lunch. blinking away the brightness of the street outside, my eyes picked him out obscurely in the anteroom, talking to another man.", "token_count": 34, "char_count": 207}
+{"book": "great_gatsby", "title": "Great Gatsby", "paragraph_id": 542, "text": "A small, flat-nosed Jew raised his large head and regarded me with two\nfine growths of hair which luxuriated in either nostril. After a\nmoment I discovered his tiny eyes in the half-darkness.", "clean_text": "a small, flat-nosed jew raised his large head and regarded me with two fine growths of hair which luxuriated in either nostril. after a moment i discovered his tiny eyes in the half-darkness.", "token_count": 33, "char_count": 191}
+{"book": "great_gatsby", "title": "Great Gatsby", "paragraph_id": 547, "text": "Gatsby took an arm of each of us and moved forward into the\nrestaurant, whereupon Mr. Wolfshiem swallowed a new sentence he was\nstarting and lapsed into a somnambulatory abstraction.", "clean_text": "gatsby took an arm of each of us and moved forward into the restaurant, whereupon mr. wolfshiem swallowed a new sentence he was starting and lapsed into a somnambulatory abstraction.", "token_count": 30, "char_count": 182}
+{"book": "great_gatsby", "title": "Great Gatsby", "paragraph_id": 554, "text": "“The old Metropole,” brooded Mr. Wolfshiem gloomily. “Filled with\nfaces dead and gone. Filled with friends gone now forever. I can’t\nforget so long as I live the night they shot Rosy Rosenthal there. It\nwas six of us at the table, and Rosy had eat and drunk a lot all\nevening. When it was almost morning the waiter came up to him with a\nfunny look and says somebody wants to speak to him outside. ‘All\nright,’ says Rosy, and begins to get up, and I pulled him down in his\nchair.", "clean_text": "“the old metropole,” brooded mr. wolfshiem gloomily. “filled with faces dead and gone. filled with friends gone now forever. i can’t forget so long as i live the night they shot rosy rosenthal there. it was six of us at the table, and rosy had eat and drunk a lot all evening. when it was almost morning the waiter came up to him with a funny look and says somebody wants to speak to him outside. ‘all right,’ says rosy, and begins to get up, and i pulled him down in his chair.", "token_count": 93, "char_count": 478}
+{"book": "great_gatsby", "title": "Great Gatsby", "paragraph_id": 558, "text": "“Sure he went.” Mr. Wolfshiem’s nose flashed at me indignantly. “He\nturned around in the door and says: ‘Don’t let that waiter take away\nmy coffee!’ Then he went out on the sidewalk, and they shot him three\ntimes in his full belly and drove away.”", "clean_text": "“sure he went.” mr. wolfshiem’s nose flashed at me indignantly. “he turned around in the door and says: ‘don’t let that waiter take away my coffee!’ then he went out on the sidewalk, and they shot him three times in his full belly and drove away.”", "token_count": 46, "char_count": 247}
+{"book": "great_gatsby", "title": "Great Gatsby", "paragraph_id": 566, "text": "A succulent hash arrived, and Mr. Wolfshiem, forgetting the more\nsentimental atmosphere of the old Metropole, began to eat with\nferocious delicacy. His eyes, meanwhile, roved very slowly all around\nthe room—he completed the arc by turning to inspect the people\ndirectly behind. I think that, except for my presence, he would have\ntaken one short glance beneath our own table.", "clean_text": "a succulent hash arrived, and mr. wolfshiem, forgetting the more sentimental atmosphere of the old metropole, began to eat with ferocious delicacy. his eyes, meanwhile, roved very slowly all around the room—he completed the arc by turning to inspect the people directly behind. i think that, except for my presence, he would have taken one short glance beneath our own table.", "token_count": 61, "char_count": 375}
+{"book": "great_gatsby", "title": "Great Gatsby", "paragraph_id": 569, "text": "“I don’t like mysteries,” I answered, “and I don’t understand why you\nwon’t come out frankly and tell me what you want. Why has it all got\nto come through Miss Baker?”", "clean_text": "“i don’t like mysteries,” i answered, “and i don’t understand why you won’t come out frankly and tell me what you want. why has it all got to come through miss baker?”", "token_count": 32, "char_count": 167}
+{"book": "great_gatsby", "title": "Great Gatsby", "paragraph_id": 580, "text": "“Several years,” he answered in a gratified way. “I made the pleasure\nof his acquaintance just after the war. But I knew I had discovered a\nman of fine breeding after I talked with him an hour. I said to\nmyself: ‘There’s the kind of man you’d like to take home and introduce\nto your mother and sister.’ ” He paused. “I see you’re looking at my\ncuff buttons.”", "clean_text": "“several years,” he answered in a gratified way. “i made the pleasure of his acquaintance just after the war. but i knew i had discovered a man of fine breeding after i talked with him an hour. i said to myself: ‘there’s the kind of man you’d like to take home and introduce to your mother and sister.’ ” he paused. “i see you’re looking at my cuff buttons.”", "token_count": 69, "char_count": 358}
+{"book": "great_gatsby", "title": "Great Gatsby", "paragraph_id": 588, "text": "“You’re very polite, but I belong to another generation,” he announced\nsolemnly. “You sit here and discuss your sports and your young ladies\nand your—” He supplied an imaginary noun with another wave of his\nhand. “As for me, I am fifty years old, and I won’t impose myself on\nyou any longer.”", "clean_text": "“you’re very polite, but i belong to another generation,” he announced solemnly. “you sit here and discuss your sports and your young ladies and your—” he supplied an imaginary noun with another wave of his hand. “as for me, i am fifty years old, and i won’t impose myself on you any longer.”", "token_count": 53, "char_count": 292}
+{"book": "great_gatsby", "title": "Great Gatsby", "paragraph_id": 596, "text": "The idea staggered me. I remembered, of course, that the World’s\nSeries had been fixed in 1919, but if I had thought of it at all I\nwould have thought of it as a thing that merely happened, the end of\nsome inevitable chain. It never occurred to me that one man could\nstart to play with the faith of fifty million people—with the\nsingle-mindedness of a burglar blowing a safe.", "clean_text": "the idea staggered me. i remembered, of course, that the world’s series had been fixed in 1919, but if i had thought of it at all i would have thought of it as a thing that merely happened, the end of some inevitable chain. it never occurred to me that one man could start to play with the faith of fifty million people—with the single-mindedness of a burglar blowing a safe.", "token_count": 71, "char_count": 375}
+{"book": "great_gatsby", "title": "Great Gatsby", "paragraph_id": 613, "text": "—I was walking along from one place to another, half on the sidewalks\nand half on the lawns. I was happier on the lawns because I had on\nshoes from England with rubber knobs on the soles that bit into the\nsoft ground. I had on a new plaid skirt also that blew a little in the\nwind, and whenever this happened the red, white, and blue banners in\nfront of all the houses stretched out stiff and said tut-tut-tut-tut,\nin a disapproving way.", "clean_text": "—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 knobs 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.", "token_count": 84, "char_count": 437}
+{"book": "great_gatsby", "title": "Great Gatsby", "paragraph_id": 614, "text": "The largest of the banners and the largest of the lawns belonged to\nDaisy Fay’s house. She was just eighteen, two years older than me, and\nby far the most popular of all the young girls in Louisville. She\ndressed in white, and had a little white roadster, and all day long\nthe telephone rang in her house and excited young officers from Camp\nTaylor demanded the privilege of monopolizing her that\nnight. “Anyways, for an hour!”", "clean_text": "the largest of the banners and the largest of the lawns belonged to daisy fay’s house. she was just eighteen, two years older than me, and by far the most popular of all the young girls in louisville. she dressed in white, and had a little white roadster, and all day long the telephone rang in her house and excited young officers from camp taylor demanded the privilege of monopolizing her that night. “anyways, for an hour!”", "token_count": 77, "char_count": 427}
+{"book": "great_gatsby", "title": "Great Gatsby", "paragraph_id": 615, "text": "When I came opposite her house that morning her white roadster was\nbeside the kerb, and she was sitting in it with a lieutenant I had\nnever seen before. They were so engrossed in each other that she\ndidn’t see me until I was five feet away.", "clean_text": "when i came opposite her house that morning her white roadster was beside the kerb, and she was sitting in it with a lieutenant i had never seen before. they were so engrossed in each other that she didn’t see me until i was five feet away.", "token_count": 47, "char_count": 240}
+{"book": "great_gatsby", "title": "Great Gatsby", "paragraph_id": 617, "text": "I was flattered that she wanted to speak to me, because of all the\nolder girls I admired her most. She asked me if I was going to the Red\nCross to make bandages. I was. Well, then, would I tell them that she\ncouldn’t come that day? The officer looked at Daisy while she was\nspeaking, in a way that every young girl wants to be looked at\nsometime, and because it seemed romantic to me I have remembered the\nincident ever since. His name was Jay Gatsby, and I didn’t lay eyes on\nhim again for over four years—even after I’d met him on Long Island I\ndidn’t realize it was the same man.", "clean_text": "i was flattered that she wanted to speak to me, because of all the older girls i admired her most. she asked me if i was going to the red cross to make bandages. i was. well, then, would i tell them that she couldn’t come that day? the officer looked at daisy while she was speaking, in a way that every young girl wants to be looked at sometime, and because it seemed romantic to me i have remembered the incident ever since. his name was jay gatsby, and i didn’t lay eyes on him again for over four years—even after i’d met him on long island i didn’t realize it was the same man.", "token_count": 116, "char_count": 582}
+{"book": "great_gatsby", "title": "Great Gatsby", "paragraph_id": 618, "text": "That was nineteen-seventeen. By the next year I had a few beaux\nmyself, and I began to play in tournaments, so I didn’t see Daisy very\noften. She went with a slightly older crowd—when she went with anyone\nat all. Wild rumours were circulating about her—how her mother had\nfound her packing her bag one winter night to go to New York and say\ngoodbye to a soldier who was going overseas. She was effectually\nprevented, but she wasn’t on speaking terms with her family for\nseveral weeks. After that she didn’t play around with the soldiers any\nmore, but only with a few flat-footed, shortsighted young men in town,\nwho couldn’t get into the army at all.", "clean_text": "that was nineteen-seventeen. by the next year i had a few beaux myself, and i began to play in tournaments, so i didn’t see daisy very often. she went with a slightly older crowd—when she went with anyone at all. wild rumours were circulating about her—how her mother had found her packing her bag one winter night to go to new york and say goodbye to a soldier who was going overseas. she was effectually prevented, but she wasn’t on speaking terms with her family for several weeks. after that she didn’t play around with the soldiers any more, but only with a few flat-footed, shortsighted young men in town, who couldn’t get into the army at all.", "token_count": 118, "char_count": 650}
+{"book": "great_gatsby", "title": "Great Gatsby", "paragraph_id": 619, "text": "By the next autumn she was gay again, gay as ever. She had a début\nafter the armistice, and in February she was presumably engaged to a\nman from New Orleans. In June she married Tom Buchanan of Chicago,\nwith more pomp and circumstance than Louisville ever knew before. He\ncame down with a hundred people in four private cars, and hired a\nwhole floor of the Muhlbach Hotel, and the day before the wedding he\ngave her a string of pearls valued at three hundred and fifty thousand\ndollars.", "clean_text": "by the next autumn she was gay again, gay as ever. she had a début after the armistice, and in february she was presumably engaged to a man from new orleans. in june she married tom buchanan of chicago, with more pomp and circumstance than louisville ever knew before. he came down with a hundred people in four private cars, and hired a whole floor of the muhlbach hotel, and the day before the wedding he gave her a string of pearls valued at three hundred and fifty thousand dollars.", "token_count": 90, "char_count": 486}
+{"book": "great_gatsby", "title": "Great Gatsby", "paragraph_id": 620, "text": "I was a bridesmaid. I came into her room half an hour before the\nbridal dinner, and found her lying on her bed as lovely as the June\nnight in her flowered dress—and as drunk as a monkey. She had a bottle\nof Sauterne in one hand and a letter in the other.", "clean_text": "i was a bridesmaid. i came into her room half an hour before the bridal dinner, and found her lying on her bed as lovely as the june night in her flowered dress—and as drunk as a monkey. she had a bottle of sauterne in one hand and a letter in the other.", "token_count": 53, "char_count": 254}
+{"book": "great_gatsby", "title": "Great Gatsby", "paragraph_id": 624, "text": "“Here, dearies.” She groped around in a wastebasket she had with her\non the bed and pulled out the string of pearls. “Take ’em downstairs\nand give ’em back to whoever they belong to. Tell ’em all Daisy’s\nchange’ her mine. Say: ‘Daisy’s change’ her mine!’ ”", "clean_text": "“here, dearies.” she groped around in a wastebasket she had with her on the bed and pulled out the string of pearls. “take ’em downstairs and give ’em back to whoever they belong to. tell ’em all daisy’s change’ her mine. say: ‘daisy’s change’ her mine!’ ”", "token_count": 47, "char_count": 256}
+{"book": "great_gatsby", "title": "Great Gatsby", "paragraph_id": 625, "text": "She began to cry—she cried and cried. I rushed out and found her\nmother’s maid, and we locked the door and got her into a cold bath.\nShe wouldn’t let go of the letter. She took it into the tub with her\nand squeezed it up in a wet ball, and only let me leave it in the\nsoap-dish when she saw that it was coming to pieces like snow.", "clean_text": "she began to cry—she cried and cried. i rushed out and found her mother’s maid, and we locked the door and got her into a cold bath. she wouldn’t let go of the letter. she took it into the tub with her and squeezed it up in a wet ball, and only let me leave it in the soap-dish when she saw that it was coming to pieces like snow.", "token_count": 70, "char_count": 330}
+{"book": "great_gatsby", "title": "Great Gatsby", "paragraph_id": 626, "text": "But she didn’t say another word. We gave her spirits of ammonia and\nput ice on her forehead and hooked her back into her dress, and half\nan hour later, when we walked out of the room, the pearls were around\nher neck and the incident was over. Next day at five o’clock she\nmarried Tom Buchanan without so much as a shiver, and started off on a\nthree months’ trip to the South Seas.", "clean_text": "but she didn’t say another word. we gave her spirits of ammonia and put ice on her forehead and hooked her back into her dress, and half an hour later, when we walked out of the room, the pearls were around her neck and the incident was over. next day at five o’clock she married tom buchanan without so much as a shiver, and started off on a three months’ trip to the south seas.", "token_count": 75, "char_count": 380}
+{"book": "great_gatsby", "title": "Great Gatsby", "paragraph_id": 627, "text": "I saw them in Santa Barbara when they came back, and I thought I’d\nnever seen a girl so mad about her husband. If he left the room for a\nminute she’d look around uneasily, and say: “Where’s Tom gone?” and\nwear the most abstracted expression until she saw him coming in the\ndoor. She used to sit on the sand with his head in her lap by the\nhour, rubbing her fingers over his eyes and looking at him with\nunfathomable delight. It was touching to see them together—it made you\nlaugh in a hushed, fascinated way. That was in August. A week after I\nleft Santa Barbara Tom ran into a wagon on the Ventura road one night,\nand ripped a front wheel off his car. The girl who was with him got\ninto the papers, too, because her arm was broken—she was one of the\nchambermaids in the Santa Barbara Hotel.", "clean_text": "i saw them in santa barbara when they came back, and i thought i’d never seen a girl so mad about her husband. if he left the room for a minute she’d look around uneasily, and say: “where’s tom gone?” and wear the most abstracted expression until she saw him coming in the door. she used to sit on the sand with his head in her lap by the hour, rubbing her fingers over his eyes and looking at him with unfathomable delight. it was touching to see them together—it made you laugh in a hushed, fascinated way. that was in august. a week after i left santa barbara tom ran into a wagon on the ventura road one night, and ripped a front wheel off his car. the girl who was with him got into the papers, too, because her arm was broken—she was one of the chambermaids in the santa barbara hotel.", "token_count": 154, "char_count": 791}
+{"book": "great_gatsby", "title": "Great Gatsby", "paragraph_id": 628, "text": "The next April Daisy had her little girl, and they went to France for\na year. I saw them one spring in Cannes, and later in Deauville, and\nthen they came back to Chicago to settle down. Daisy was popular in\nChicago, as you know. They moved with a fast crowd, all of them young\nand rich and wild, but she came out with an absolutely perfect\nreputation. Perhaps because she doesn’t drink. It’s a great advantage\nnot to drink among hard-drinking people. You can hold your tongue and,\nmoreover, you can time any little irregularity of your own so that\neverybody else is so blind that they don’t see or care. Perhaps Daisy\nnever went in for amour at all—and yet there’s something in that voice\nof hers …", "clean_text": "the next april daisy had her little girl, and they went to france for a year. i saw them one spring in cannes, and later in deauville, and then they came back to chicago to settle down. daisy was popular in chicago, as you know. they moved with a fast crowd, all of them young and rich and wild, but she came out with an absolutely perfect reputation. perhaps because she doesn’t drink. it’s a great advantage not to drink among hard-drinking people. you can hold your tongue and, moreover, you can time any little irregularity of your own so that everybody else is so blind that they don’t see or care. perhaps daisy never went in for amour at all—and yet there’s something in that voice of hers …", "token_count": 130, "char_count": 698}
+{"book": "great_gatsby", "title": "Great Gatsby", "paragraph_id": 629, "text": "Well, about six weeks ago, she heard the name Gatsby for the first\ntime in years. It was when I asked you—do you remember?—if you knew\nGatsby in West Egg. After you had gone home she came into my room and\nwoke me up, and said: “What Gatsby?” and when I described him—I was\nhalf asleep—she said in the strangest voice that it must be the man\nshe used to know. It wasn’t until then that I connected this Gatsby\nwith the officer in her white car.", "clean_text": "well, about six weeks ago, she heard the name gatsby for the first time in years. it was when i asked you—do you remember?—if you knew gatsby in west egg. after you had gone home she came into my room and woke me up, and said: “what gatsby?” and when i described him—i was half asleep—she said in the strangest voice that it must be the man she used to know. it wasn’t until then that i connected this gatsby with the officer in her white car.", "token_count": 87, "char_count": 443}
+{"book": "great_gatsby", "title": "Great Gatsby", "paragraph_id": 631, "text": "When Jordan Baker had finished telling all this we had left the Plaza\nfor half an hour and were driving in a victoria through Central Park.\nThe sun had gone down behind the tall apartments of the movie stars in\nthe West Fifties, and the clear voices of children, already gathered\nlike crickets on the grass, rose through the hot twilight:", "clean_text": "when jordan baker had finished telling all this we had left the plaza for half an hour and were driving in a 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:", "token_count": 61, "char_count": 338}
+{"book": "great_gatsby", "title": "Great Gatsby", "paragraph_id": 637, "text": "Then it had not been merely the stars to which he had aspired on that\nJune night. He came alive to me, delivered suddenly from the womb of\nhis purposeless splendour.", "clean_text": "then it had not been merely the stars to which he had aspired on that june night. he came alive to me, delivered suddenly from the womb of his purposeless splendour.", "token_count": 31, "char_count": 165}
+{"book": "great_gatsby", "title": "Great Gatsby", "paragraph_id": 639, "text": "The modesty of the demand shook me. He had waited five years and\nbought a mansion where he dispensed starlight to casual moths—so that\nhe could “come over” some afternoon to a stranger’s garden.", "clean_text": "the modesty of the demand shook me. he had waited five years and bought a mansion where he dispensed starlight to casual moths—so that he could “come over” some afternoon to a stranger’s garden.", "token_count": 34, "char_count": 194}
+{"book": "great_gatsby", "title": "Great Gatsby", "paragraph_id": 646, "text": "“I think he half expected her to wander into one of his parties, some\nnight,” went on Jordan, “but she never did. Then he began asking\npeople casually if they knew her, and I was the first one he found. It\nwas that night he sent for me at his dance, and you should have heard\nthe elaborate way he worked up to it. Of course, I immediately\nsuggested a luncheon in New York—and I thought he’d go mad:", "clean_text": "“i think he half expected her to wander into one of his parties, some night,” went on jordan, “but she never did. then he began asking people casually if they knew her, and i was the first one he found. it was that night he sent for me at his dance, and you should have heard the elaborate way he worked up to it. of course, i immediately suggested a luncheon in new york—and i thought he’d go mad:", "token_count": 79, "char_count": 398}
+{"book": "great_gatsby", "title": "Great Gatsby", "paragraph_id": 648, "text": "“When I said you were a particular friend of Tom’s, he started to\nabandon the whole idea. He doesn’t know very much about Tom, though he\nsays he’s read a Chicago paper for years just on the chance of\ncatching a glimpse of Daisy’s name.”", "clean_text": "“when i said you were a particular friend of tom’s, he started to abandon the whole idea. he doesn’t know very much about tom, though he says he’s read a chicago paper for years just on the chance of catching a glimpse of daisy’s name.”", "token_count": 45, "char_count": 236}
+{"book": "great_gatsby", "title": "Great Gatsby", "paragraph_id": 649, "text": "It was dark now, and as we dipped under a little bridge I put my arm\naround Jordan’s golden shoulder and drew her toward me and asked her\nto dinner. Suddenly I wasn’t thinking of Daisy and Gatsby any more,\nbut of this clean, hard, limited person, who dealt in universal\nscepticism, and who leaned back jauntily just within the circle of my\narm. A phrase began to beat in my ears with a sort of heady\nexcitement: “There are only the pursued, the pursuing, the busy, and\nthe tired.”", "clean_text": "it was dark now, and as we dipped under a little bridge i put my arm around jordan’s golden shoulder and drew her toward me and asked her to dinner. suddenly i wasn’t thinking of daisy and gatsby any more, but of this clean, hard, limited person, who dealt in universal scepticism, and who leaned back jauntily just within the circle of my arm. a phrase began to beat in my ears with a sort of heady excitement: “there are only the pursued, the pursuing, the busy, and the tired.”", "token_count": 90, "char_count": 480}
+{"book": "great_gatsby", "title": "Great Gatsby", "paragraph_id": 653, "text": "We passed a barrier of dark trees, and then the façade of Fifty-Ninth\nStreet, a block of delicate pale light, beamed down into the park.\nUnlike Gatsby and Tom Buchanan, I had no girl whose disembodied face\nfloated along the dark cornices and blinding signs, and so I drew up\nthe girl beside me, tightening my arms. Her wan, scornful mouth\nsmiled, and so I drew her up again closer, this time to my face.", "clean_text": "we passed a barrier of dark trees, and then the façade of fifty-ninth street, a block of delicate pale light, beamed down into the park. unlike gatsby and tom buchanan, i had no girl whose disembodied face floated along the dark cornices and blinding signs, and so i drew up the girl beside me, tightening my arms. her wan, scornful mouth smiled, and so i drew her up again closer, this time to my face.", "token_count": 75, "char_count": 403}
+{"book": "great_gatsby", "title": "Great Gatsby", "paragraph_id": 655, "text": "When I came home to West Egg that night I was afraid for a moment that\nmy house was on fire. Two o’clock and the whole corner of the\npeninsula was blazing with light, which fell unreal on the shrubbery\nand made thin elongating glints upon the roadside wires. Turning a\ncorner, I saw that it was Gatsby’s house, lit from tower to cellar.", "clean_text": "when i came home to west egg that night i was afraid for a moment that my house was on fire. two o’clock and the whole corner of the peninsula was blazing with light, which fell unreal on the shrubbery and made thin elongating glints upon the roadside wires. turning a corner, i saw that it was gatsby’s house, lit from tower to cellar.", "token_count": 64, "char_count": 336}
+{"book": "great_gatsby", "title": "Great Gatsby", "paragraph_id": 656, "text": "At first I thought it was another party, a wild rout that had resolved\nitself into “hide-and-go-seek” or “sardines-in-the-box” with all the\nhouse thrown open to the game. But there wasn’t a sound. Only wind in\nthe trees, which blew the wires and made the lights go off and on\nagain as if the house had winked into the darkness. As my taxi groaned\naway I saw Gatsby walking toward me across his lawn.", "clean_text": "at first i thought it was another party, a wild rout that had resolved itself into “hide-and-go-seek” or “sardines-in-the-box” with all the house thrown open to the game. but there wasn’t a sound. only wind in the trees, which blew the wires and made the lights go off and on again as if the house had winked into the darkness. as my taxi groaned away i saw gatsby walking toward me across his lawn.", "token_count": 74, "char_count": 399}
+{"book": "great_gatsby", "title": "Great Gatsby", "paragraph_id": 670, "text": "We both looked down at the grass—there was a sharp line where my\nragged lawn ended and the darker, well-kept expanse of his began. I\nsuspected that he meant my grass.", "clean_text": "we both looked down at the grass—there was a sharp line where my ragged lawn ended and the darker, well-kept expanse of his began. i suspected that he meant my grass.", "token_count": 31, "char_count": 166}
+{"book": "great_gatsby", "title": "Great Gatsby", "paragraph_id": 676, "text": "“I thought you didn’t, if you’ll pardon my—you see, I carry on a\nlittle business on the side, a sort of side line, you understand. And\nI thought that if you don’t make very much—You’re selling bonds,\naren’t you, old sport?”", "clean_text": "“i thought you didn’t, if you’ll pardon my—you see, i carry on a little business on the side, a sort of side line, you understand. and i thought that if you don’t make very much—you’re selling bonds, aren’t you, old sport?”", "token_count": 41, "char_count": 223}
+{"book": "great_gatsby", "title": "Great Gatsby", "paragraph_id": 678, "text": "“Well, this would interest you. It wouldn’t take up much of your time\nand you might pick up a nice bit of money. It happens to be a rather\nconfidential sort of thing.”", "clean_text": "“well, this would interest you. it wouldn’t take up much of your time and you might pick up a nice bit of money. it happens to be a rather confidential sort of thing.”", "token_count": 33, "char_count": 167}
+{"book": "great_gatsby", "title": "Great Gatsby", "paragraph_id": 679, "text": "I realize now that under different circumstances that conversation\nmight have been one of the crises of my life. But, because the offer\nwas obviously and tactlessly for a service to be rendered, I had no\nchoice except to cut him off there.", "clean_text": "i realize now that under different circumstances that conversation might have been one of the crises of my life. but, because the offer was obviously and tactlessly for a service to be rendered, i had no choice except to cut him off there.", "token_count": 43, "char_count": 239}
+{"book": "great_gatsby", "title": "Great Gatsby", "paragraph_id": 681, "text": "“You wouldn’t have to do any business with Wolfshiem.” Evidently he\nthought that I was shying away from the “gonnegtion” mentioned at\nlunch, but I assured him he was wrong. He waited a moment longer,\nhoping I’d begin a conversation, but I was too absorbed to be\nresponsive, so he went unwillingly home.", "clean_text": "“you wouldn’t have to do any business with wolfshiem.” evidently he thought that i was shying away from the “gonnegtion” mentioned at lunch, but i assured him he was wrong. he waited a moment longer, hoping i’d begin a conversation, but i was too absorbed to be responsive, so he went unwillingly home.", "token_count": 53, "char_count": 302}
+{"book": "great_gatsby", "title": "Great Gatsby", "paragraph_id": 682, "text": "The evening had made me lightheaded and happy; I think I walked into a\ndeep sleep as I entered my front door. So I don’t know whether or not\nGatsby went to Coney Island, or for how many hours he “glanced into\nrooms” while his house blazed gaudily on. I called up Daisy from the\noffice next morning, and invited her to come to tea.", "clean_text": "the evening had made me lightheaded and happy; i think i walked into a deep sleep as i entered my front door. so i don’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.", "token_count": 65, "char_count": 330}
+{"book": "great_gatsby", "title": "Great Gatsby", "paragraph_id": 687, "text": "The day agreed upon was pouring rain. At eleven o’clock a man in a\nraincoat, dragging a lawn-mower, tapped at my front door and said that\nMr. Gatsby had sent him over to cut my grass. This reminded me that I\nhad forgotten to tell my Finn to come back, so I drove into West Egg\nVillage to search for her among soggy whitewashed alleys and to buy\nsome cups and lemons and flowers.", "clean_text": "the day agreed upon was pouring rain. at eleven o’clock a man in a raincoat, dragging a lawn-mower, tapped at my front door and said that mr. gatsby had sent him over to cut my grass. this reminded me that i had forgotten to tell my finn to come back, so i drove into west egg village to search for her among soggy whitewashed alleys and to buy some cups and lemons and flowers.", "token_count": 74, "char_count": 378}
+{"book": "great_gatsby", "title": "Great Gatsby", "paragraph_id": 688, "text": "The flowers were unnecessary, for at two o’clock a greenhouse arrived\nfrom Gatsby’s, with innumerable receptacles to contain it. An hour\nlater the front door opened nervously, and Gatsby in a white flannel\nsuit, silver shirt, and gold-coloured tie, hurried in. He was pale,\nand there were dark signs of sleeplessness beneath his eyes.", "clean_text": "the flowers were unnecessary, for at two o’clock a greenhouse arrived from gatsby’s, with innumerable receptacles to contain it. an hour later the front door opened nervously, and gatsby in a white flannel suit, silver shirt, and gold-coloured tie, hurried in. he was pale, and there were dark signs of sleeplessness beneath his eyes.", "token_count": 54, "char_count": 334}
+{"book": "great_gatsby", "title": "Great Gatsby", "paragraph_id": 691, "text": "“What grass?” he inquired blankly. “Oh, the grass in the yard.” He\nlooked out the window at it, but, judging from his expression, I don’t\nbelieve he saw a thing.", "clean_text": "“what grass?” he inquired blankly. “oh, the grass in the yard.” he looked out the window at it, but, judging from his expression, i don’t believe he saw a thing.", "token_count": 30, "char_count": 161}
+{"book": "great_gatsby", "title": "Great Gatsby", "paragraph_id": 692, "text": "“Looks very good,” he remarked vaguely. “One of the papers said they\nthought the rain would stop about four. I think it was The\nJournal. Have you got everything you need in the shape of—of tea?”", "clean_text": "“looks very good,” he remarked vaguely. “one of the papers said they thought the rain would stop about four. i think it was the journal. have you got everything you need in the shape of—of tea?”", "token_count": 36, "char_count": 194}
+{"book": "great_gatsby", "title": "Great Gatsby", "paragraph_id": 696, "text": "The rain cooled about half-past three to a damp mist, through which\noccasional thin drops swam like dew. Gatsby looked with vacant eyes\nthrough a copy of Clay’s Economics, starting at the Finnish tread that\nshook the kitchen floor, and peering towards the bleared windows from\ntime to time as if a series of invisible but alarming happenings were\ntaking place outside. Finally he got up and informed me, in an\nuncertain voice, that he was going home.", "clean_text": "the rain cooled about half-past three to a damp mist, through which occasional thin drops swam like dew. gatsby looked with vacant eyes through a copy of clay’s economics, starting at the finnish tread that shook the kitchen floor, and peering towards the bleared windows from time to time as if a series of invisible but alarming happenings were taking place outside. finally he got up and informed me, in an uncertain voice, that he was going home.", "token_count": 78, "char_count": 450}
+{"book": "great_gatsby", "title": "Great Gatsby", "paragraph_id": 700, "text": "He sat down miserably, as if I had pushed him, and simultaneously\nthere was the sound of a motor turning into my lane. We both jumped\nup, and, a little harrowed myself, I went out into the yard.", "clean_text": "he sat down miserably, as if i had pushed him, and simultaneously there was the sound of a motor turning into my lane. we both jumped up, and, a little harrowed myself, i went out into the yard.", "token_count": 38, "char_count": 194}
+{"book": "great_gatsby", "title": "Great Gatsby", "paragraph_id": 701, "text": "Under the dripping bare lilac-trees a large open car was coming up the\ndrive. It stopped. Daisy’s face, tipped sideways beneath a\nthree-cornered lavender hat, looked out at me with a bright ecstatic\nsmile.", "clean_text": "under the dripping bare lilac-trees a large open car was coming up the drive. it stopped. daisy’s face, tipped sideways beneath a three-cornered lavender hat, looked out at me with a bright ecstatic smile.", "token_count": 34, "char_count": 205}
+{"book": "great_gatsby", "title": "Great Gatsby", "paragraph_id": 703, "text": "The exhilarating ripple of her voice was a wild tonic in the rain. I\nhad to follow the sound of it for a moment, up and down, with my ear\nalone, before any words came through. A damp streak of hair lay like a\ndash of blue paint across her cheek, and her hand was wet with\nglistening drops as I took it to help her from the car.", "clean_text": "the exhilarating ripple of her voice was a wild tonic in the rain. i had to follow the sound of it for a moment, up and down, with my ear alone, before any words came through. a damp streak of hair lay like a dash of blue paint across her cheek, and her hand was wet with glistening drops as i took it to help her from the car.", "token_count": 69, "char_count": 327}
+{"book": "great_gatsby", "title": "Great Gatsby", "paragraph_id": 712, "text": "She turned her head as there was a light dignified knocking at the\nfront door. I went out and opened it. Gatsby, pale as death, with his\nhands plunged like weights in his coat pockets, was standing in a\npuddle of water glaring tragically into my eyes.", "clean_text": "she turned her head as there was a light dignified knocking at the front door. i went out and opened it. gatsby, pale as death, with his hands plunged like weights in his coat pockets, was standing in a puddle of water glaring tragically into my eyes.", "token_count": 47, "char_count": 251}
+{"book": "great_gatsby", "title": "Great Gatsby", "paragraph_id": 713, "text": "With his hands still in his coat pockets he stalked by me into the\nhall, turned sharply as if he were on a wire, and disappeared into the\nliving-room. It wasn’t a bit funny. Aware of the loud beating of my\nown heart I pulled the door to against the increasing rain.", "clean_text": "with his hands still in his coat pockets he stalked by me into the hall, turned sharply as if he were on a wire, and disappeared into the living-room. it wasn’t a bit funny. aware of the loud beating of my own heart i pulled the door to against the increasing rain.", "token_count": 52, "char_count": 265}
+{"book": "great_gatsby", "title": "Great Gatsby", "paragraph_id": 714, "text": "For half a minute there wasn’t a sound. Then from the living-room I\nheard a sort of choking murmur and part of a laugh, followed by\nDaisy’s voice on a clear artificial note:", "clean_text": "for half a minute there wasn’t a sound. then from the living-room i heard a sort of choking murmur and part of a laugh, followed by daisy’s voice on a clear artificial note:", "token_count": 33, "char_count": 173}
+{"book": "great_gatsby", "title": "Great Gatsby", "paragraph_id": 717, "text": "Gatsby, his hands still in his pockets, was reclining against the\nmantelpiece in a strained counterfeit of perfect ease, even of\nboredom. His head leaned back so far that it rested against the face\nof a defunct mantelpiece clock, and from this position his distraught\neyes stared down at Daisy, who was sitting, frightened but graceful,\non the edge of a stiff chair.", "clean_text": "gatsby, his hands still in his pockets, was reclining against the mantelpiece in a strained counterfeit of perfect ease, even of boredom. his head leaned back so far that it rested against the face of a defunct mantelpiece clock, and from this position his distraught eyes stared down at daisy, who was sitting, frightened but graceful, on the edge of a stiff chair.", "token_count": 63, "char_count": 366}
+{"book": "great_gatsby", "title": "Great Gatsby", "paragraph_id": 718, "text": "“We’ve met before,” muttered Gatsby. His eyes glanced momentarily at\nme, and his lips parted with an abortive attempt at a laugh. Luckily\nthe clock took this moment to tilt dangerously at the pressure of his\nhead, whereupon he turned and caught it with trembling fingers, and\nset it back in place. Then he sat down, rigidly, his elbow on the arm\nof the sofa and his chin in his hand.", "clean_text": "“we’ve met before,” muttered gatsby. his eyes glanced momentarily at me, and his lips parted with an abortive attempt at a laugh. luckily the clock took this moment to tilt dangerously at the pressure of his head, whereupon he turned and caught it with trembling fingers, and set it back in place. then he sat down, rigidly, his elbow on the arm of the sofa and his chin in his hand.", "token_count": 71, "char_count": 383}
+{"book": "great_gatsby", "title": "Great Gatsby", "paragraph_id": 725, "text": "The automatic quality of Gatsby’s answer set us all back at least\nanother minute. I had them both on their feet with the desperate\nsuggestion that they help me make tea in the kitchen when the demoniac\nFinn brought it in on a tray.", "clean_text": "the automatic quality of gatsby’s answer set us all back at least another minute. i had them both on their feet with the desperate suggestion that they help me make tea in the kitchen when the demoniac finn brought it in on a tray.", "token_count": 44, "char_count": 231}
+{"book": "great_gatsby", "title": "Great Gatsby", "paragraph_id": 726, "text": "Amid the welcome confusion of cups and cakes a certain physical\ndecency established itself. Gatsby got himself into a shadow and,\nwhile Daisy and I talked, looked conscientiously from one to the other\nof us with tense, unhappy eyes. However, as calmness wasn’t an end in\nitself, I made an excuse at the first possible moment, and got to my\nfeet.", "clean_text": "amid the welcome confusion of cups and cakes a certain physical decency established itself. gatsby got himself into a shadow and, while daisy and i talked, looked conscientiously from one to the other of us with tense, unhappy eyes. however, as calmness wasn’t an end in itself, i made an excuse at the first possible moment, and got to my feet.", "token_count": 61, "char_count": 345}
+{"book": "great_gatsby", "title": "Great Gatsby", "paragraph_id": 739, "text": "I walked out the back way—just as Gatsby had when he had made his\nnervous circuit of the house half an hour before—and ran for a huge\nblack knotted tree, whose massed leaves made a fabric against the\nrain. Once more it was pouring, and my irregular lawn, well-shaved by\nGatsby’s gardener, abounded in small muddy swamps and prehistoric\nmarshes. There was nothing to look at from under the tree except\nGatsby’s enormous house, so I stared at it, like Kant at his church\nsteeple, for half an hour. A brewer had built it early in the “period”\ncraze, a decade before, and there was a story that he’d agreed to pay\nfive years’ taxes on all the neighbouring cottages if the owners would\nhave their roofs thatched with straw. Perhaps their refusal took the\nheart out of his plan to Found a Family—he went into an immediate\ndecline. His children sold his house with the black wreath still on\nthe door. Americans, while willing, even eager, to be serfs, have\nalways been obstinate about being peasantry.", "clean_text": "i walked out the back way—just as gatsby had when he had made his nervous circuit of the house half an hour before—and ran for a huge black knotted tree, whose massed leaves made a fabric against the rain. once more it was pouring, and my irregular lawn, well-shaved by gatsby’s gardener, abounded in small muddy swamps and prehistoric marshes. there was nothing to look at from under the tree except gatsby’s enormous house, so i stared at it, like kant at his church steeple, for half an hour. a brewer had built it early in the “period” craze, a decade before, and there was a story that he’d agreed to pay five years’ taxes on all the neighbouring cottages if the owners would have their roofs thatched with straw. perhaps their refusal took the heart out of his plan to found a family—he went into an immediate decline. his children sold his house with the black wreath still on the door. americans, while willing, even eager, to be serfs, have always been obstinate about being peasantry.", "token_count": 177, "char_count": 994}
+{"book": "great_gatsby", "title": "Great Gatsby", "paragraph_id": 740, "text": "After half an hour, the sun shone again, and the grocer’s automobile\nrounded Gatsby’s drive with the raw material for his servants’\ndinner—I felt sure he wouldn’t eat a spoonful. A maid began opening\nthe upper windows of his house, appeared momentarily in each, and,\nleaning from the large central bay, spat meditatively into the\ngarden. It was time I went back. While the rain continued it had\nseemed like the murmur of their voices, rising and swelling a little\nnow and then with gusts of emotion. But in the new silence I felt that\nsilence had fallen within the house too.", "clean_text": "after half an hour, the sun shone again, and the grocer’s automobile rounded gatsby’s drive with the raw material for his servants’ dinner—i felt sure he wouldn’t eat a spoonful. a maid began opening the upper windows of his house, appeared momentarily in each, and, leaning from the large central bay, spat meditatively into the garden. it was time i went back. while the rain continued it had seemed like the murmur of their voices, rising and swelling a little now and then with gusts of emotion. but in the new silence i felt that silence had fallen within the house too.", "token_count": 102, "char_count": 575}
+{"book": "great_gatsby", "title": "Great Gatsby", "paragraph_id": 741, "text": "I went in—after making every possible noise in the kitchen, short of\npushing over the stove—but I don’t believe they heard a sound. They\nwere sitting at either end of the couch, looking at each other as if\nsome question had been asked, or was in the air, and every vestige of\nembarrassment was gone. Daisy’s face was smeared with tears, and when\nI came in she jumped up and began wiping at it with her handkerchief\nbefore a mirror. But there was a change in Gatsby that was simply\nconfounding. He literally glowed; without a word or a gesture of\nexultation a new well-being radiated from him and filled the little\nroom.", "clean_text": "i went in—after making every possible noise in the kitchen, short of pushing over the stove—but i don’t believe they heard a sound. they were sitting at either end of the couch, looking at each other as if some question had been asked, or was in the air, and every vestige of embarrassment was gone. daisy’s face was smeared with tears, and when i came in she jumped up and began wiping at it with her handkerchief before a mirror. but there was a change in gatsby that was simply confounding. he literally glowed; without a word or a gesture of exultation a new well-being radiated from him and filled the little room.", "token_count": 113, "char_count": 619}
+{"book": "great_gatsby", "title": "Great Gatsby", "paragraph_id": 744, "text": "“Has it?” When he realized what I was talking about, that there were\ntwinkle-bells of sunshine in the room, he smiled like a weather man,\nlike an ecstatic patron of recurrent light, and repeated the news to\nDaisy. “What do you think of that? It’s stopped raining.”", "clean_text": "“has it?” when he realized what i was talking about, that there were twinkle-bells of sunshine in the room, he smiled like a weather man, like an ecstatic patron of recurrent light, and repeated the news to daisy. “what do you think of that? it’s stopped raining.”", "token_count": 47, "char_count": 264}
+{"book": "great_gatsby", "title": "Great Gatsby", "paragraph_id": 755, "text": "I think he hardly knew what he was saying, for when I asked him what\nbusiness he was in he answered: “That’s my affair,” before he realized\nthat it wasn’t an appropriate reply.", "clean_text": "i think he hardly knew what he was saying, for when i asked him what business he was in he answered: “that’s my affair,” before he realized that it wasn’t an appropriate reply.", "token_count": 33, "char_count": 176}
+{"book": "great_gatsby", "title": "Great Gatsby", "paragraph_id": 756, "text": "“Oh, I’ve been in several things,” he corrected himself. “I was in the\ndrug business and then I was in the oil business. But I’m not in\neither one now.” He looked at me with more attention. “Do you mean\nyou’ve been thinking over what I proposed the other night?”", "clean_text": "“oh, i’ve been in several things,” he corrected himself. “i was in the drug business and then i was in the oil business. but i’m not in either one now.” he looked at me with more attention. “do you mean you’ve been thinking over what i proposed the other night?”", "token_count": 50, "char_count": 262}
+{"book": "great_gatsby", "title": "Great Gatsby", "paragraph_id": 762, "text": "Instead of taking the shortcut along the Sound we went down to the\nroad and entered by the big postern. With enchanting murmurs Daisy\nadmired this aspect or that of the feudal silhouette against the sky,\nadmired the gardens, the sparkling odour of jonquils and the frothy\nodour of hawthorn and plum blossoms and the pale gold odour of\nkiss-me-at-the-gate. It was strange to reach the marble steps and find\nno stir of bright dresses in and out the door, and hear no sound but\nbird voices in the trees.", "clean_text": "instead of taking the shortcut along the sound we went down to the road and entered by the big postern. with enchanting murmurs daisy admired this aspect or that of the feudal silhouette against the sky, admired the gardens, the sparkling odour of jonquils and the frothy odour of hawthorn and plum blossoms and the pale gold odour of kiss-me-at-the-gate. it was strange to reach the marble steps and find no stir of bright dresses in and out the door, and hear no sound but bird voices in the trees.", "token_count": 90, "char_count": 500}
+{"book": "great_gatsby", "title": "Great Gatsby", "paragraph_id": 763, "text": "And inside, as we wandered through Marie Antoinette music-rooms and\nRestoration Salons, I felt that there were guests concealed behind\nevery couch and table, under orders to be breathlessly silent until we\nhad passed through. As Gatsby closed the door of “the Merton College\nLibrary” I could have sworn I heard the owl-eyed man break into\nghostly laughter.", "clean_text": "and inside, as we wandered through marie antoinette music-rooms and restoration salons, i felt that there were guests concealed behind every couch and table, under orders to be breathlessly silent until we had passed through. as gatsby closed the door of “the merton college library” i could have sworn i heard the owl-eyed man break into ghostly laughter.", "token_count": 58, "char_count": 356}
+{"book": "great_gatsby", "title": "Great Gatsby", "paragraph_id": 764, "text": "We went upstairs, through period bedrooms swathed in rose and lavender\nsilk and vivid with new flowers, through dressing-rooms and poolrooms,\nand bathrooms with sunken baths—intruding into one chamber where a\ndishevelled man in pyjamas was doing liver exercises on the floor. It\nwas Mr. Klipspringer, the “boarder.” I had seen him wandering hungrily\nabout the beach that morning. Finally we came to Gatsby’s own\napartment, a bedroom and a bath, and an Adam’s study, where we sat\ndown and drank a glass of some Chartreuse he took from a cupboard in\nthe wall.", "clean_text": "we went upstairs, through period bedrooms swathed in rose and lavender silk and vivid with new flowers, through dressing-rooms and poolrooms, and bathrooms with sunken baths—intruding into one chamber where a dishevelled man in pyjamas was doing liver exercises on the floor. it was mr. klipspringer, the “boarder.” i had seen him wandering hungrily about the beach that morning. finally we came to gatsby’s own apartment, a bedroom and a bath, and an adam’s study, where we sat down and drank a glass of some chartreuse he took from a cupboard in the wall.", "token_count": 94, "char_count": 557}
+{"book": "great_gatsby", "title": "Great Gatsby", "paragraph_id": 765, "text": "He hadn’t once ceased looking at Daisy, and I think he revalued\neverything in his house according to the measure of response it drew\nfrom her well-loved eyes. Sometimes too, he stared around at his\npossessions in a dazed way, as though in her actual and astounding\npresence none of it was any longer real. Once he nearly toppled down a\nflight of stairs.", "clean_text": "he hadn’t once ceased looking at daisy, and i think he revalued everything in his house according to the measure of response it drew from her well-loved eyes. sometimes too, he stared around at his possessions in a dazed way, as though in her actual and astounding presence none of it was any longer real. once he nearly toppled down a flight of stairs.", "token_count": 64, "char_count": 353}
+{"book": "great_gatsby", "title": "Great Gatsby", "paragraph_id": 766, "text": "His bedroom was the simplest room of all—except where the dresser was\ngarnished with a toilet set of pure dull gold. Daisy took the brush\nwith delight, and smoothed her hair, whereupon Gatsby sat down and\nshaded his eyes and began to laugh.", "clean_text": "his bedroom was the simplest room of all—except where the dresser was garnished with a toilet set of pure dull gold. daisy took the brush with delight, and smoothed her hair, whereupon gatsby sat down and shaded his eyes and began to laugh.", "token_count": 43, "char_count": 240}
+{"book": "great_gatsby", "title": "Great Gatsby", "paragraph_id": 768, "text": "He had passed visibly through two states and was entering upon a\nthird. After his embarrassment and his unreasoning joy he was consumed\nwith wonder at her presence. He had been full of the idea so long,\ndreamed it right through to the end, waited with his teeth set, so to\nspeak, at an inconceivable pitch of intensity. Now, in the reaction,\nhe was running down like an over-wound clock.", "clean_text": "he had passed visibly through two states and was entering upon a third. after his embarrassment and his unreasoning joy he was consumed with wonder at her presence. he had been full of the idea so long, dreamed it right through to the end, waited with his teeth set, so to speak, at an inconceivable pitch of intensity. now, in the reaction, he was running down like an over-wound clock.", "token_count": 70, "char_count": 387}
+{"book": "great_gatsby", "title": "Great Gatsby", "paragraph_id": 769, "text": "Recovering himself in a minute he opened for us two hulking patent\ncabinets which held his massed suits and dressing-gowns and ties, and\nhis shirts, piled like bricks in stacks a dozen high.", "clean_text": "recovering himself in a minute he opened for us two hulking patent cabinets which held his massed suits and dressing-gowns and ties, and his shirts, piled like bricks in stacks a dozen high.", "token_count": 33, "char_count": 190}
+{"book": "great_gatsby", "title": "Great Gatsby", "paragraph_id": 771, "text": "He took out a pile of shirts and began throwing them, one by one,\nbefore us, shirts of sheer linen and thick silk and fine flannel,\nwhich lost their folds as they fell and covered the table in\nmany-coloured disarray. While we admired he brought more and the soft\nrich heap mounted higher—shirts with stripes and scrolls and plaids in\ncoral and apple-green and lavender and faint orange, with monograms of\nindian blue. Suddenly, with a strained sound, Daisy bent her head into\nthe shirts and began to cry stormily.", "clean_text": "he took out a pile of shirts and began throwing them, one by one, before us, shirts of sheer linen and thick silk and fine flannel, which lost their folds as they fell and covered the table in many-coloured disarray. while we admired he brought more and the soft rich heap mounted higher—shirts with stripes and scrolls and plaids in coral and apple-green and lavender and faint orange, with monograms of indian blue. suddenly, with a strained sound, daisy bent her head into the shirts and began to cry stormily.", "token_count": 90, "char_count": 513}
+{"book": "great_gatsby", "title": "Great Gatsby", "paragraph_id": 774, "text": "After the house, we were to see the grounds and the swimming pool, and\nthe hydroplane, and the midsummer flowers—but outside Gatsby’s window\nit began to rain again, so we stood in a row looking at the corrugated\nsurface of the Sound.", "clean_text": "after the house, we were to see the grounds and the swimming pool, and the hydroplane, and the midsummer flowers—but outside gatsby’s window it began to rain again, so we stood in a row looking at the corrugated surface of the sound.", "token_count": 42, "char_count": 233}
+{"book": "great_gatsby", "title": "Great Gatsby", "paragraph_id": 775, "text": "“If it wasn’t for the mist we could see your home across the bay,”\nsaid Gatsby. “You always have a green light that burns all night at\nthe end of your dock.”", "clean_text": "“if it wasn’t for the mist we could see your home across the bay,” said gatsby. “you always have a green light that burns all night at the end of your dock.”", "token_count": 32, "char_count": 157}
+{"book": "great_gatsby", "title": "Great Gatsby", "paragraph_id": 776, "text": "Daisy put her arm through his abruptly, but he seemed absorbed in what\nhe had just said. Possibly it had occurred to him that the colossal\nsignificance of that light had now vanished forever. Compared to the\ngreat distance that had separated him from Daisy it had seemed very\nnear to her, almost touching her. It had seemed as close as a star to\nthe moon. Now it was again a green light on a dock. His count of\nenchanted objects had diminished by one.", "clean_text": "daisy put her arm through his abruptly, but he seemed absorbed in what he had just said. possibly it had occurred to him that the colossal significance of that light had now vanished forever. compared to the great distance that had separated him from daisy it had seemed very near to her, almost touching her. it had seemed as close as a star to the moon. now it was again a green light on a dock. his count of enchanted objects had diminished by one.", "token_count": 85, "char_count": 451}
+{"book": "great_gatsby", "title": "Great Gatsby", "paragraph_id": 777, "text": "I began to walk about the room, examining various indefinite objects\nin the half darkness. A large photograph of an elderly man in yachting\ncostume attracted me, hung on the wall over his desk.", "clean_text": "i began to walk about the room, examining various indefinite objects in the half darkness. a large photograph of an elderly man in yachting costume attracted me, hung on the wall over his desk.", "token_count": 34, "char_count": 193}
+{"book": "great_gatsby", "title": "Great Gatsby", "paragraph_id": 786, "text": "“Yes … Well, I can’t talk now … I can’t talk now, old sport … I said a\nsmall town … He must know what a small town is … Well, he’s no use to\nus if Detroit is his idea of a small town …”", "clean_text": "“yes … well, i can’t talk now … i can’t talk now, old sport … i said a small town … he must know what a small town is … well, he’s no use to us if detroit is his idea of a small town …”", "token_count": 46, "char_count": 185}
+{"book": "great_gatsby", "title": "Great Gatsby", "paragraph_id": 793, "text": "He went out of the room calling “Ewing!” and returned in a few minutes\naccompanied by an embarrassed, slightly worn young man, with\nshell-rimmed glasses and scanty blond hair. He was now decently\nclothed in a “sport shirt,” open at the neck, sneakers, and duck\ntrousers of a nebulous hue.", "clean_text": "he went out of the room calling “ewing!” and returned in a few minutes accompanied by an embarrassed, slightly worn young man, with shell-rimmed glasses and scanty blond hair. he was now decently clothed in a “sport shirt,” open at the neck, sneakers, and duck trousers of a nebulous hue.", "token_count": 50, "char_count": 288}
+{"book": "great_gatsby", "title": "Great Gatsby", "paragraph_id": 799, "text": "In the music-room Gatsby turned on a solitary lamp beside the piano.\nHe lit Daisy’s cigarette from a trembling match, and sat down with her\non a couch far across the room, where there was no light save what the\ngleaming floor bounced in from the hall.", "clean_text": "in the music-room gatsby turned on a solitary lamp beside the piano. he lit daisy’s cigarette from a trembling match, and sat down with her on a couch far across the room, where there was no light save what the gleaming floor bounced in from the hall.", "token_count": 47, "char_count": 251}
+{"book": "great_gatsby", "title": "Great Gatsby", "paragraph_id": 804, "text": "Outside the wind was loud and there was a faint flow of thunder along\nthe Sound. All the lights were going on in West Egg now; the electric\ntrains, men-carrying, were plunging home through the rain from New\nYork. It was the hour of a profound human change, and excitement was\ngenerating on the air.", "clean_text": "outside the wind was loud and there was a faint flow of thunder along the sound. all the lights were going on in west egg now; the electric trains, men-carrying, were plunging home through the rain from new york. it was the hour of a profound human change, and excitement was generating on the air.", "token_count": 55, "char_count": 298}
+{"book": "great_gatsby", "title": "Great Gatsby", "paragraph_id": 806, "text": "As I went over to say goodbye I saw that the expression of\nbewilderment had come back into Gatsby’s face, as though a faint doubt\nhad occurred to him as to the quality of his present happiness. Almost\nfive years! There must have been moments even that afternoon when\nDaisy tumbled short of his dreams—not through her own fault, but\nbecause of the colossal vitality of his illusion. It had gone beyond\nher, beyond everything. He had thrown himself into it with a creative\npassion, adding to it all the time, decking it out with every bright\nfeather that drifted his way. No amount of fire or freshness can\nchallenge what a man can store up in his ghostly heart.", "clean_text": "as i went over to say goodbye i saw that the expression of bewilderment had come back into gatsby’s face, as though a faint doubt had occurred to him as to the quality of his present happiness. almost five years! there must have been moments even that afternoon when daisy tumbled short of his dreams—not through her own fault, but because of the colossal vitality of his illusion. it had gone beyond her, beyond everything. he had thrown himself into it with a creative passion, adding to it all the time, decking it out with every bright feather that drifted his way. no amount of fire or freshness can challenge what a man can store up in his ghostly heart.", "token_count": 120, "char_count": 660}
+{"book": "great_gatsby", "title": "Great Gatsby", "paragraph_id": 807, "text": "As I watched him he adjusted himself a little, visibly. His hand took\nhold of hers, and as she said something low in his ear he turned\ntoward her with a rush of emotion. I think that voice held him most,\nwith its fluctuating, feverish warmth, because it couldn’t be\nover-dreamed—that voice was a deathless song.", "clean_text": "as i watched him he adjusted himself a little, visibly. his hand took hold of hers, and as she said something low in his ear he turned toward her with a rush of emotion. i think that voice held him most, with its fluctuating, feverish warmth, because it couldn’t be over-dreamed—that voice was a deathless song.", "token_count": 56, "char_count": 311}
+{"book": "great_gatsby", "title": "Great Gatsby", "paragraph_id": 808, "text": "They had forgotten me, but Daisy glanced up and held out her hand;\nGatsby didn’t know me now at all. I looked once more at them and they\nlooked back at me, remotely, possessed by intense life. Then I went\nout of the room and down the marble steps into the rain, leaving them\nthere together.", "clean_text": "they had forgotten me, but daisy glanced up and held out her hand; gatsby didn’t know me now at all. i looked once more at them and they looked back at me, remotely, possessed by intense life. then i went out of the room and down the marble steps into the rain, leaving them there together.", "token_count": 56, "char_count": 290}
+{"book": "great_gatsby", "title": "Great Gatsby", "paragraph_id": 813, "text": "It transpired after a confused five minutes that the man had heard\nGatsby’s name around his office in a connection which he either\nwouldn’t reveal or didn’t fully understand. This was his day off and\nwith laudable initiative he had hurried out “to see.”", "clean_text": "it transpired after a confused five minutes that the man had heard gatsby’s name around his office in a connection which he either wouldn’t reveal or didn’t fully understand. this was his day off and with laudable initiative he had hurried out “to see.”", "token_count": 44, "char_count": 253}
+{"book": "great_gatsby", "title": "Great Gatsby", "paragraph_id": 814, "text": "It was a random shot, and yet the reporter’s instinct was right.\nGatsby’s notoriety, spread about by the hundreds who had accepted his\nhospitality and so become authorities upon his past, had increased all\nsummer until he fell just short of being news. Contemporary legends\nsuch as the “underground pipeline to Canada” attached themselves to\nhim, and there was one persistent story that he didn’t live in a house\nat all, but in a boat that looked like a house and was moved secretly\nup and down the Long Island shore. Just why these inventions were a\nsource of satisfaction to James Gatz of North Dakota, isn’t easy to\nsay.", "clean_text": "it was a random shot, and yet the reporter’s instinct was right. gatsby’s notoriety, spread about by the hundreds who had accepted his hospitality and so become authorities upon his past, had increased all summer until he fell just short of being news. contemporary legends such as the “underground pipeline to canada” attached themselves to him, and there was one persistent story that he didn’t live in a house at all, but in a boat that looked like a house and was moved secretly up and down the long island shore. just why these inventions were a source of satisfaction to james gatz of north dakota, isn’t easy to say.", "token_count": 110, "char_count": 623}
+{"book": "great_gatsby", "title": "Great Gatsby", "paragraph_id": 815, "text": "James Gatz—that was really, or at least legally, his name. He had\nchanged it at the age of seventeen and at the specific moment that\nwitnessed the beginning of his career—when he saw Dan Cody’s yacht\ndrop anchor over the most insidious flat on Lake Superior. It was\nJames Gatz who had been loafing along the beach that afternoon in a\ntorn green jersey and a pair of canvas pants, but it was already Jay\nGatsby who borrowed a rowboat, pulled out to the Tuolomee, and\ninformed Cody that a wind might catch him and break him up in half an\nhour.", "clean_text": "james gatz—that was really, or at least legally, his name. he had changed it at the age of seventeen and at the specific moment that witnessed the beginning of his career—when he saw dan cody’s yacht drop anchor over the most insidious flat on lake superior. it was james gatz who had been loafing along the beach that afternoon in a torn green jersey and a pair of canvas pants, but it was already jay gatsby who borrowed a rowboat, pulled out to the tuolomee, and informed cody that a wind might catch him and break him up in half an hour.", "token_count": 102, "char_count": 541}
+{"book": "great_gatsby", "title": "Great Gatsby", "paragraph_id": 816, "text": "I suppose he’d had the name ready for a long time, even then. His\nparents were shiftless and unsuccessful farm people—his imagination\nhad never really accepted them as his parents at all. The truth was\nthat Jay Gatsby of West Egg, Long Island, sprang from his Platonic\nconception of himself. He was a son of God—a phrase which, if it means\nanything, means just that—and he must be about His Father’s business,\nthe service of a vast, vulgar, and meretricious beauty. So he invented\njust the sort of Jay Gatsby that a seventeen-year-old boy would be\nlikely to invent, and to this conception he was faithful to the end.", "clean_text": "i suppose he’d had the name ready for a long time, even then. his parents were shiftless and unsuccessful farm people—his imagination had never really accepted them as his parents at all. the truth was that jay gatsby of west egg, long island, sprang from his platonic conception of himself. he was a son of god—a phrase which, if it means anything, means just that—and he must be about his father’s business, the service of a vast, vulgar, and meretricious beauty. so he invented just the sort of jay gatsby that a seventeen-year-old boy would be likely to invent, and to this conception he was faithful to the end.", "token_count": 109, "char_count": 616}
+{"book": "great_gatsby", "title": "Great Gatsby", "paragraph_id": 817, "text": "For over a year he had been beating his way along the south shore of\nLake Superior as a clam-digger and a salmon-fisher or in any other\ncapacity that brought him food and bed. His brown, hardening body\nlived naturally through the half-fierce, half-lazy work of the bracing\ndays. He knew women early, and since they spoiled him he became\ncontemptuous of them, of young virgins because they were ignorant, of\nthe others because they were hysterical about things which in his\noverwhelming self-absorption he took for granted.", "clean_text": "for over a year he had been beating his way along the south shore of lake superior as a clam-digger and a salmon-fisher or in any other capacity that brought him food and bed. his brown, hardening body lived naturally through the half-fierce, half-lazy work of the bracing days. he knew women early, and since they spoiled him he became contemptuous of them, of young virgins because they were ignorant, of the others because they were hysterical about things which in his overwhelming self-absorption he took for granted.", "token_count": 88, "char_count": 522}
+{"book": "great_gatsby", "title": "Great Gatsby", "paragraph_id": 818, "text": "But his heart was in a constant, turbulent riot. The most grotesque\nand fantastic conceits haunted him in his bed at night. A universe of\nineffable gaudiness spun itself out in his brain while the clock\nticked on the washstand and the moon soaked with wet light his tangled\nclothes upon the floor. Each night he added to the pattern of his\nfancies until drowsiness closed down upon some vivid scene with an\noblivious embrace. For a while these reveries provided an outlet for\nhis imagination; they were a satisfactory hint of the unreality of\nreality, a promise that the rock of the world was founded securely on\na fairy’s wing.", "clean_text": "but his heart was in a constant, turbulent riot. the most grotesque and fantastic conceits haunted him in his bed at night. a universe of ineffable gaudiness spun itself out in his brain while the clock ticked on the washstand and the moon soaked with wet light his tangled clothes upon the floor. each night he added to the pattern of his fancies until drowsiness closed down upon some vivid scene with an oblivious embrace. for a while these reveries provided an outlet for his imagination; they were a satisfactory hint of the unreality of reality, a promise that the rock of the world was founded securely on a fairy’s wing.", "token_count": 111, "char_count": 628}
+{"book": "great_gatsby", "title": "Great Gatsby", "paragraph_id": 819, "text": "An instinct toward his future glory had led him, some months before,\nto the small Lutheran College of St. Olaf’s in southern Minnesota. He\nstayed there two weeks, dismayed at its ferocious indifference to the\ndrums of his destiny, to destiny itself, and despising the janitor’s\nwork with which he was to pay his way through. Then he drifted back to\nLake Superior, and he was still searching for something to do on the\nday that Dan Cody’s yacht dropped anchor in the shallows alongshore.", "clean_text": "an instinct toward his future glory had led him, some months before, to the small lutheran college of st. olaf’s in southern minnesota. he stayed there two weeks, dismayed at its ferocious indifference to the drums of his destiny, to destiny itself, and despising the janitor’s work with which he was to pay his way through. then he drifted back to lake superior, and he was still searching for something to do on the day that dan cody’s yacht dropped anchor in the shallows alongshore.", "token_count": 85, "char_count": 486}
+{"book": "great_gatsby", "title": "Great Gatsby", "paragraph_id": 820, "text": "Cody was fifty years old then, a product of the Nevada silver fields,\nof the Yukon, of every rush for metal since seventy-five. The\ntransactions in Montana copper that made him many times a millionaire\nfound him physically robust but on the verge of soft-mindedness, and,\nsuspecting this, an infinite number of women tried to separate him\nfrom his money. The none too savoury ramifications by which Ella Kaye,\nthe newspaper woman, played Madame de Maintenon to his weakness and\nsent him to sea in a yacht, were common property of the turgid\njournalism in 1902. He had been coasting along all too hospitable\nshores for five years when he turned up as James Gatz’s destiny in\nLittle Girl Bay.", "clean_text": "cody was fifty years old then, a product of the nevada silver fields, of the yukon, of every rush for metal since seventy-five. the transactions in montana copper that made him many times a millionaire found him physically robust but on the verge of soft-mindedness, and, suspecting this, an infinite number of women tried to separate him from his money. the none too savoury ramifications by which ella kaye, the newspaper woman, played madame de maintenon to his weakness and sent him to sea in a yacht, were common property of the turgid journalism in 1902. he had been coasting along all too hospitable shores for five years when he turned up as james gatz’s destiny in little girl bay.", "token_count": 120, "char_count": 690}
+{"book": "great_gatsby", "title": "Great Gatsby", "paragraph_id": 821, "text": "To young Gatz, resting on his oars and looking up at the railed deck,\nthat yacht represented all the beauty and glamour in the world. I\nsuppose he smiled at Cody—he had probably discovered that people liked\nhim when he smiled. At any rate Cody asked him a few questions (one of\nthem elicited the brand new name) and found that he was quick and\nextravagantly ambitious. A few days later he took him to Duluth and\nbought him a blue coat, six pairs of white duck trousers, and a\nyachting cap. And when the Tuolomee left for the West Indies and the\nBarbary Coast, Gatsby left too.", "clean_text": "to young gatz, resting on his oars and looking up at the railed deck, that yacht represented all the beauty and glamour in the world. i suppose he smiled at cody—he had probably discovered that people liked him when he smiled. at any rate cody asked him a few questions (one of them elicited the brand new name) and found that he was quick and extravagantly ambitious. a few days later he took him to duluth and bought him a blue coat, six pairs of white duck trousers, and a yachting cap. and when the tuolomee left for the west indies and the barbary coast, gatsby left too.", "token_count": 108, "char_count": 576}
+{"book": "great_gatsby", "title": "Great Gatsby", "paragraph_id": 822, "text": "He was employed in a vague personal capacity—while he remained with\nCody he was in turn steward, mate, skipper, secretary, and even\njailor, for Dan Cody sober knew what lavish doings Dan Cody drunk\nmight soon be about, and he provided for such contingencies by\nreposing more and more trust in Gatsby. The arrangement lasted five\nyears, during which the boat went three times around the Continent.\nIt might have lasted indefinitely except for the fact that Ella Kaye\ncame on board one night in Boston and a week later Dan Cody\ninhospitably died.", "clean_text": "he was employed in a vague personal capacity—while he remained with cody he was in turn steward, mate, skipper, secretary, and even jailor, for dan cody sober knew what lavish doings dan cody drunk might soon be about, and he provided for such contingencies by reposing more and more trust in gatsby. the arrangement lasted five years, during which the boat went three times around the continent. it might have lasted indefinitely except for the fact that ella kaye came on board one night in boston and a week later dan cody inhospitably died.", "token_count": 94, "char_count": 544}
+{"book": "great_gatsby", "title": "Great Gatsby", "paragraph_id": 823, "text": "I remember the portrait of him up in Gatsby’s bedroom, a grey, florid\nman with a hard, empty face—the pioneer debauchee, who during one\nphase of American life brought back to the Eastern seaboard the savage\nviolence of the frontier brothel and saloon. It was indirectly due to\nCody that Gatsby drank so little. Sometimes in the course of gay\nparties women used to rub champagne into his hair; for himself he\nformed the habit of letting liquor alone.", "clean_text": "i remember the portrait of him up in gatsby’s bedroom, a grey, florid man with a hard, empty face—the pioneer debauchee, who during one phase of american life brought back to the eastern seaboard the savage violence of the frontier brothel and saloon. it was indirectly due to cody that gatsby drank so little. sometimes in the course of gay parties women used to rub champagne into his hair; for himself he formed the habit of letting liquor alone.", "token_count": 79, "char_count": 449}
+{"book": "great_gatsby", "title": "Great Gatsby", "paragraph_id": 824, "text": "And it was from Cody that he inherited money—a legacy of twenty-five\nthousand dollars. He didn’t get it. He never understood the legal\ndevice that was used against him, but what remained of the millions\nwent intact to Ella Kaye. He was left with his singularly appropriate\neducation; the vague contour of Jay Gatsby had filled out to the\nsubstantiality of a man.", "clean_text": "and it was from cody that he inherited money—a legacy of twenty-five thousand dollars. he didn’t get it. he never understood the legal device that was used against him, but what remained of the millions went intact to ella kaye. he was left with his singularly appropriate education; the vague contour of jay gatsby had filled out to the substantiality of a man.", "token_count": 63, "char_count": 362}
+{"book": "great_gatsby", "title": "Great Gatsby", "paragraph_id": 826, "text": "He told me all this very much later, but I’ve put it down here with\nthe idea of exploding those first wild rumours about his antecedents,\nwhich weren’t even faintly true. Moreover he told it to me at a time\nof confusion, when I had reached the point of believing everything and\nnothing about him. So I take advantage of this short halt, while\nGatsby, so to speak, caught his breath, to clear this set of\nmisconceptions away.", "clean_text": "he told me all this very much later, but i’ve put it down here with the idea of exploding those first wild rumours about his antecedents, which weren’t even faintly true. moreover he told it to me at a time of confusion, when i had reached the point of believing everything and nothing about him. so i take advantage of this short halt, while gatsby, so to speak, caught his breath, to clear this set of misconceptions away.", "token_count": 78, "char_count": 424}
+{"book": "great_gatsby", "title": "Great Gatsby", "paragraph_id": 827, "text": "It was a halt, too, in my association with his affairs. For several\nweeks I didn’t see him or hear his voice on the phone—mostly I was in\nNew York, trotting around with Jordan and trying to ingratiate myself\nwith her senile aunt—but finally I went over to his house one Sunday\nafternoon. I hadn’t been there two minutes when somebody brought Tom\nBuchanan in for a drink. I was startled, naturally, but the really\nsurprising thing was that it hadn’t happened before.", "clean_text": "it was a halt, too, in my association with his affairs. for several weeks i didn’t see him or hear his voice on the phone—mostly i was in new york, trotting around with jordan and trying to ingratiate myself with her senile aunt—but finally i went over to his house one sunday afternoon. i hadn’t been there two minutes when somebody brought tom buchanan in for a drink. i was startled, naturally, but the really surprising thing was that it hadn’t happened before.", "token_count": 83, "char_count": 465}
+{"book": "great_gatsby", "title": "Great Gatsby", "paragraph_id": 832, "text": "He was profoundly affected by the fact that Tom was there. But he\nwould be uneasy anyhow until he had given them something, realizing in\na vague way that that was all they came for. Mr. Sloane wanted\nnothing. A lemonade? No, thanks. A little champagne? Nothing at all,\nthanks … I’m sorry—", "clean_text": "he was profoundly affected by the fact that tom was there. but he would be uneasy anyhow until he had given them something, realizing in a vague way that that was all they came for. mr. sloane wanted nothing. a lemonade? no, thanks. a little champagne? nothing at all, thanks … i’m sorry—", "token_count": 53, "char_count": 288}
+{"book": "great_gatsby", "title": "Great Gatsby", "paragraph_id": 852, "text": "“Please don’t hurry,” Gatsby urged them. He had control of himself\nnow, and he wanted to see more of Tom. “Why don’t you—why don’t you\nstay for supper? I wouldn’t be surprised if some other people dropped\nin from New York.”", "clean_text": "“please don’t hurry,” gatsby urged them. he had control of himself now, and he wanted to see more of tom. “why don’t you—why don’t you stay for supper? i wouldn’t be surprised if some other people dropped in from new york.”", "token_count": 41, "char_count": 223}
+{"book": "great_gatsby", "title": "Great Gatsby", "paragraph_id": 862, "text": "“I haven’t got a horse,” said Gatsby. “I used to ride in the army, but\nI’ve never bought a horse. I’ll have to follow you in my car. Excuse\nme for just a minute.”", "clean_text": "“i haven’t got a horse,” said gatsby. “i used to ride in the army, but i’ve never bought a horse. i’ll have to follow you in my car. excuse me for just a minute.”", "token_count": 34, "char_count": 162}
+{"book": "great_gatsby", "title": "Great Gatsby", "paragraph_id": 866, "text": "“She has a big dinner party and he won’t know a soul there.” He\nfrowned. “I wonder where in the devil he met Daisy. By God, I may be\nold-fashioned in my ideas, but women run around too much these days to\nsuit me. They meet all kinds of crazy fish.”", "clean_text": "“she has a big dinner party and he won’t know a soul there.” he frowned. “i wonder where in the devil he met daisy. by god, i may be old-fashioned in my ideas, but women run around too much these days to suit me. they meet all kinds of crazy fish.”", "token_count": 51, "char_count": 248}
+{"book": "great_gatsby", "title": "Great Gatsby", "paragraph_id": 869, "text": "Tom and I shook hands, the rest of us exchanged a cool nod, and they\ntrotted quickly down the drive, disappearing under the August foliage\njust as Gatsby, with hat and light overcoat in hand, came out the\nfront door.", "clean_text": "tom and i shook hands, the rest of us exchanged a cool nod, and they trotted quickly down the drive, disappearing under the august foliage just as gatsby, with hat and light overcoat in hand, came out the front door.", "token_count": 40, "char_count": 216}
+{"book": "great_gatsby", "title": "Great Gatsby", "paragraph_id": 870, "text": "Tom was evidently perturbed at Daisy’s running around alone, for on\nthe following Saturday night he came with her to Gatsby’s\nparty. Perhaps his presence gave the evening its peculiar quality of\noppressiveness—it stands out in my memory from Gatsby’s other parties\nthat summer. There were the same people, or at least the same sort of\npeople, the same profusion of champagne, the same many-coloured,\nmany-keyed commotion, but I felt an unpleasantness in the air, a\npervading harshness that hadn’t been there before. Or perhaps I had\nmerely grown used to it, grown to accept West Egg as a world complete\nin itself, with its own standards and its own great figures, second to\nnothing because it had no consciousness of being so, and now I was\nlooking at it again, through Daisy’s eyes. It is invariably saddening\nto look through new eyes at things upon which you have expended your\nown powers of adjustment.", "clean_text": "tom was evidently perturbed at daisy’s running around alone, for on the following saturday night he came with her to gatsby’s party. perhaps his presence gave the evening its peculiar quality of oppressiveness—it stands out in my memory from gatsby’s other parties that summer. there were the same people, or at least the same sort of people, the same profusion of champagne, the same many-coloured, many-keyed commotion, but i felt an unpleasantness in the air, a pervading harshness that hadn’t been there before. or perhaps i had merely grown used to it, grown to accept west egg as a world complete in itself, with its own standards and its own great figures, second to nothing because it had no consciousness of being so, and now i was looking at it again, through daisy’s eyes. it is invariably saddening to look through new eyes at things upon which you have expended your own powers of adjustment.", "token_count": 155, "char_count": 905}
+{"book": "great_gatsby", "title": "Great Gatsby", "paragraph_id": 872, "text": "“These things excite me so,” she whispered. “If you want to kiss me\nany time during the evening, Nick, just let me know and I’ll be glad\nto arrange it for you. Just mention my name. Or present a green card.\nI’m giving out green—”", "clean_text": "“these things excite me so,” she whispered. “if you want to kiss me any time during the evening, nick, just let me know and i’ll be glad to arrange it for you. just mention my name. or present a green card. i’m giving out green—”", "token_count": 45, "char_count": 229}
+{"book": "great_gatsby", "title": "Great Gatsby", "paragraph_id": 878, "text": "“Perhaps you know that lady.” Gatsby indicated a gorgeous, scarcely\nhuman orchid of a woman who sat in state under a white-plum tree. Tom\nand Daisy stared, with that peculiarly unreal feeling that accompanies\nthe recognition of a hitherto ghostly celebrity of the movies.", "clean_text": "“perhaps you know that lady.” gatsby indicated a gorgeous, scarcely human orchid of a woman who sat in state under a white-plum tree. tom and daisy stared, with that peculiarly unreal feeling that accompanies the recognition of a hitherto ghostly celebrity of the movies.", "token_count": 44, "char_count": 271}
+{"book": "great_gatsby", "title": "Great Gatsby", "paragraph_id": 889, "text": "Daisy and Gatsby danced. I remember being surprised by his graceful,\nconservative foxtrot—I had never seen him dance before. Then they\nsauntered over to my house and sat on the steps for half an hour,\nwhile at her request I remained watchfully in the garden. “In case\nthere’s a fire or a flood,” she explained, “or any act of God.”", "clean_text": "daisy and gatsby danced. i remember being surprised by his graceful, conservative foxtrot—i had never seen him dance before. then they sauntered over to my house and sat on the steps for half an hour, while at her request i remained watchfully in the garden. “in case there’s a fire or a flood,” she explained, “or any act of god.”", "token_count": 60, "char_count": 331}
+{"book": "great_gatsby", "title": "Great Gatsby", "paragraph_id": 890, "text": "Tom appeared from his oblivion as we were sitting down to supper\ntogether. “Do you mind if I eat with some people over here?” he\nsaid. “A fellow’s getting off some funny stuff.”", "clean_text": "tom appeared from his oblivion as we were sitting down to supper together. “do you mind if i eat with some people over here?” he said. “a fellow’s getting off some funny stuff.”", "token_count": 33, "char_count": 177}
+{"book": "great_gatsby", "title": "Great Gatsby", "paragraph_id": 891, "text": "“Go ahead,” answered Daisy genially, “and if you want to take down any\naddresses here’s my little gold pencil.” … She looked around after a\nmoment and told me the girl was “common but pretty,” and I knew that\nexcept for the half-hour she’d been alone with Gatsby she wasn’t\nhaving a good time.", "clean_text": "“go ahead,” answered daisy genially, “and if you want to take down any addresses here’s my little gold pencil.” … she looked around after a moment and told me the girl was “common but pretty,” and i knew that except for the half-hour she’d been alone with gatsby she wasn’t having a good time.", "token_count": 54, "char_count": 293}
+{"book": "great_gatsby", "title": "Great Gatsby", "paragraph_id": 892, "text": "We were at a particularly tipsy table. That was my fault—Gatsby had\nbeen called to the phone, and I’d enjoyed these same people only two\nweeks before. But what had amused me then turned septic on the air\nnow.", "clean_text": "we were at a particularly tipsy table. that was my fault—gatsby had been called to the phone, and i’d enjoyed these same people only two weeks before. but what had amused me then turned septic on the air now.", "token_count": 39, "char_count": 208}
+{"book": "great_gatsby", "title": "Great Gatsby", "paragraph_id": 904, "text": "It was like that. Almost the last thing I remember was standing with\nDaisy and watching the moving-picture director and his Star. They were\nstill under the white-plum tree and their faces were touching except\nfor a pale, thin ray of moonlight between. It occurred to me that he\nhad been very slowly bending toward her all evening to attain this\nproximity, and even while I watched I saw him stoop one ultimate\ndegree and kiss at her cheek.", "clean_text": "it was like that. almost the last thing i remember was standing with daisy and watching the moving-picture director and his star. they were still under the white-plum tree and their faces were touching except for a pale, thin ray of moonlight between. it occurred to me that he had been very slowly bending toward her all evening to attain this proximity, and even while i watched i saw him stoop one ultimate degree and kiss at her cheek.", "token_count": 79, "char_count": 439}
+{"book": "great_gatsby", "title": "Great Gatsby", "paragraph_id": 906, "text": "But the rest offended her—and inarguably because it wasn’t a gesture\nbut an emotion. She was appalled by West Egg, this unprecedented\n“place” that Broadway had begotten upon a Long Island fishing\nvillage—appalled by its raw vigour that chafed under the old\neuphemisms and by the too obtrusive fate that herded its inhabitants\nalong a shortcut from nothing to nothing. She saw something awful in\nthe very simplicity she failed to understand.", "clean_text": "but the rest offended her—and inarguably because it wasn’t a gesture but an emotion. she was appalled by west egg, this unprecedented “place” that broadway had begotten upon a long island fishing village—appalled by its raw vigour that chafed under the old euphemisms and by the too obtrusive fate that herded its inhabitants along a shortcut from nothing to nothing. she saw something awful in the very simplicity she failed to understand.", "token_count": 72, "char_count": 440}
+{"book": "great_gatsby", "title": "Great Gatsby", "paragraph_id": 907, "text": "I sat on the front steps with them while they waited for their car.\nIt was dark here in front; only the bright door sent ten square feet\nof light volleying out into the soft black morning. Sometimes a shadow\nmoved against a dressing-room blind above, gave way to another shadow,\nan indefinite procession of shadows, who rouged and powdered in an\ninvisible glass.", "clean_text": "i sat on the front steps with them while they waited for their car. it was dark here in front; only the bright door sent ten square feet of light volleying out into the soft black morning. sometimes a shadow moved against a dressing-room blind above, gave way to another shadow, an indefinite procession of shadows, who rouged and powdered in an invisible glass.", "token_count": 64, "char_count": 362}
+{"book": "great_gatsby", "title": "Great Gatsby", "paragraph_id": 920, "text": "Daisy began to sing with the music in a husky, rhythmic whisper,\nbringing out a meaning in each word that it had never had before and\nwould never have again. When the melody rose her voice broke up\nsweetly, following it, in a way contralto voices have, and each change\ntipped out a little of her warm human magic upon the air.", "clean_text": "daisy began to sing with the music in a husky, rhythmic whisper, bringing out a meaning in each word that it had never had before and would never have again. when the melody rose her voice broke up sweetly, following it, in a way contralto voices have, and each change tipped out a little of her warm human magic upon the air.", "token_count": 62, "char_count": 326}
+{"book": "great_gatsby", "title": "Great Gatsby", "paragraph_id": 926, "text": "Her glance left me and sought the lighted top of the steps, where\n“Three O’Clock in the Morning,” a neat, sad little waltz of that year,\nwas drifting out the open door. After all, in the very casualness of\nGatsby’s party there were romantic possibilities totally absent from\nher world. What was it up there in the song that seemed to be calling\nher back inside? What would happen now in the dim, incalculable hours?\nPerhaps some unbelievable guest would arrive, a person infinitely rare\nand to be marvelled at, some authentically radiant young girl who with\none fresh glance at Gatsby, one moment of magical encounter, would\nblot out those five years of unwavering devotion.", "clean_text": "her glance left me and sought the lighted top of the steps, where “three o’clock in the morning,” a neat, sad little waltz of that year, was drifting out the open door. after all, in the very casualness of gatsby’s party there were romantic possibilities totally absent from her world. what was it up there in the song that seemed to be calling her back inside? what would happen now in the dim, incalculable hours? perhaps some unbelievable guest would arrive, a person infinitely rare and to be marvelled at, some authentically radiant young girl who with one fresh glance at gatsby, one moment of magical encounter, would blot out those five years of unwavering devotion.", "token_count": 116, "char_count": 674}
+{"book": "great_gatsby", "title": "Great Gatsby", "paragraph_id": 927, "text": "I stayed late that night. Gatsby asked me to wait until he was free,\nand I lingered in the garden until the inevitable swimming party had\nrun up, chilled and exalted, from the black beach, until the lights\nwere extinguished in the guestrooms overhead. When he came down the\nsteps at last the tanned skin was drawn unusually tight on his face,\nand his eyes were bright and tired.", "clean_text": "i stayed late that night. gatsby asked me to wait until he was free, and i lingered in the garden until the inevitable swimming party had run up, chilled and exalted, from the black beach, until the lights were extinguished in the guestrooms overhead. when he came down the steps at last the tanned skin was drawn unusually tight on his face, and his eyes were bright and tired.", "token_count": 69, "char_count": 378}
+{"book": "great_gatsby", "title": "Great Gatsby", "paragraph_id": 935, "text": "He wanted nothing less of Daisy than that she should go to Tom and\nsay: “I never loved you.” After she had obliterated four years with\nthat sentence they could decide upon the more practical measures to be\ntaken. One of them was that, after she was free, they were to go back\nto Louisville and be married from her house—just as if it were five\nyears ago.", "clean_text": "he wanted nothing less of daisy than that she should go to tom and say: “i never loved you.” after she had obliterated four years with that sentence they could decide upon the more practical measures to be taken. one of them was that, after she was free, they were to go back to louisville and be married from her house—just as if it were five years ago.", "token_count": 68, "char_count": 354}
+{"book": "great_gatsby", "title": "Great Gatsby", "paragraph_id": 942, "text": "He talked a lot about the past, and I gathered that he wanted to\nrecover something, some idea of himself perhaps, that had gone into\nloving Daisy. His life had been confused and disordered since then,\nbut if he could once return to a certain starting place and go over it\nall slowly, he could find out what that thing was …", "clean_text": "he talked a lot about the past, and i gathered that he wanted to recover something, some idea of himself perhaps, that had gone into loving daisy. his life had been confused and disordered since then, but if he could once return to a certain starting place and go over it all slowly, he could find out what that thing was …", "token_count": 62, "char_count": 323}
+{"book": "great_gatsby", "title": "Great Gatsby", "paragraph_id": 943, "text": "… One autumn night, five years before, they had been walking down the\nstreet when the leaves were falling, and they came to a place where\nthere were no trees and the sidewalk was white with moonlight. They\nstopped here and turned toward each other. Now it was a cool night\nwith that mysterious excitement in it which comes at the two changes\nof the year. The quiet lights in the houses were humming out into the\ndarkness and there was a stir and bustle among the stars. Out of the\ncorner of his eye Gatsby saw that the blocks of the sidewalks really\nformed a ladder and mounted to a secret place above the trees—he could\nclimb to it, if he climbed alone, and once there he could suck on the\npap of life, gulp down the incomparable milk of wonder.", "clean_text": "… one autumn night, five years before, they had been walking down the street when the leaves were falling, and they came to a place where there were no trees and the sidewalk was white with moonlight. they stopped here and turned toward each other. now it was a cool night with that mysterious excitement in it which comes at the two changes of the year. the quiet lights in the houses were humming out into the darkness and there was a stir and bustle among the stars. out of the corner of his eye gatsby saw that the blocks of the sidewalks really formed a ladder and mounted to a secret place above the trees—he could climb to it, if he climbed alone, and once there he could suck on the pap of life, gulp down the incomparable milk of wonder.", "token_count": 142, "char_count": 746}
+{"book": "great_gatsby", "title": "Great Gatsby", "paragraph_id": 944, "text": "His heart beat faster as Daisy’s white face came up to his own. He\nknew that when he kissed this girl, and forever wed his unutterable\nvisions to her perishable breath, his mind would never romp again like\nthe mind of God. So he waited, listening for a moment longer to the\ntuning-fork that had been struck upon a star. Then he kissed her. At\nhis lips’ touch she blossomed for him like a flower and the\nincarnation was complete.", "clean_text": "his heart beat faster as daisy’s white face came up to his own. he knew that when he kissed this girl, and forever wed his unutterable visions to her perishable breath, his mind would never romp again like the mind of god. so he waited, listening for a moment longer to the tuning-fork that had been struck upon a star. then he kissed her. at his lips’ touch she blossomed for him like a flower and the incarnation was complete.", "token_count": 80, "char_count": 428}
+{"book": "great_gatsby", "title": "Great Gatsby", "paragraph_id": 945, "text": "Through all he said, even through his appalling sentimentality, I was\nreminded of something—an elusive rhythm, a fragment of lost words,\nthat I had heard somewhere a long time ago. For a moment a phrase\ntried to take shape in my mouth and my lips parted like a dumb man’s,\nas though there was more struggling upon them than a wisp of startled\nair. But they made no sound, and what I had almost remembered was\nuncommunicable forever.", "clean_text": "through all he said, even through his appalling sentimentality, i was reminded of something—an elusive rhythm, a fragment of lost words, that i had heard somewhere a long time ago. for a moment a phrase tried to take shape in my mouth and my lips parted like a dumb man’s, as though there was more struggling upon them than a wisp of startled air. but they made no sound, and what i had almost remembered was uncommunicable forever.", "token_count": 78, "char_count": 432}
+{"book": "great_gatsby", "title": "Great Gatsby", "paragraph_id": 947, "text": "It was when curiosity about Gatsby was at its highest that the lights\nin his house failed to go on one Saturday night—and, as obscurely as\nit had begun, his career as Trimalchio was over. Only gradually did I\nbecome aware that the automobiles which turned expectantly into his\ndrive stayed for just a minute and then drove sulkily away. Wondering\nif he were sick I went over to find out—an unfamiliar butler with a\nvillainous face squinted at me suspiciously from the door.", "clean_text": "it was when curiosity about gatsby was at its highest that the lights in his house failed to go on one saturday night—and, as obscurely as it had begun, his career as trimalchio was over. only gradually did i become aware that the automobiles which turned expectantly into his drive stayed for just a minute and then drove sulkily away. wondering if he were sick i went over to find out—an unfamiliar butler with a villainous face squinted at me suspiciously from the door.", "token_count": 84, "char_count": 473}
+{"book": "great_gatsby", "title": "Great Gatsby", "paragraph_id": 955, "text": "My Finn informed me that Gatsby had dismissed every servant in his\nhouse a week ago and replaced them with half a dozen others, who never\nwent into West Egg village to be bribed by the tradesmen, but ordered\nmoderate supplies over the telephone. The grocery boy reported that\nthe kitchen looked like a pigsty, and the general opinion in the\nvillage was that the new people weren’t servants at all.", "clean_text": "my finn informed me that gatsby had dismissed every servant in his house a week ago and replaced them with half a dozen others, who never went into west egg village to be bribed by the tradesmen, but ordered moderate supplies over the telephone. the grocery boy reported that the kitchen looked like a pigsty, and the general opinion in the village was that the new people weren’t servants at all.", "token_count": 71, "char_count": 397}
+{"book": "great_gatsby", "title": "Great Gatsby", "paragraph_id": 964, "text": "He was calling up at Daisy’s request—would I come to lunch at her\nhouse tomorrow? Miss Baker would be there. Half an hour later Daisy\nherself telephoned and seemed relieved to find that I was\ncoming. Something was up. And yet I couldn’t believe that they would\nchoose this occasion for a scene—especially for the rather harrowing\nscene that Gatsby had outlined in the garden.", "clean_text": "he was calling up at daisy’s request—would i come to lunch at her house tomorrow? miss baker would be there. half an hour later daisy herself telephoned and seemed relieved to find that i was coming. something was up. and yet i couldn’t believe that they would choose this occasion for a scene—especially for the rather harrowing scene that gatsby had outlined in the garden.", "token_count": 65, "char_count": 375}
+{"book": "great_gatsby", "title": "Great Gatsby", "paragraph_id": 965, "text": "The next day was broiling, almost the last, certainly the warmest, of\nthe summer. As my train emerged from the tunnel into sunlight, only\nthe hot whistles of the National Biscuit Company broke the simmering\nhush at noon. The straw seats of the car hovered on the edge of\ncombustion; the woman next to me perspired delicately for a while into\nher white shirtwaist, and then, as her newspaper dampened under her\nfingers, lapsed despairingly into deep heat with a desolate cry. Her\npocketbook slapped to the floor.", "clean_text": "the next day was broiling, almost the last, certainly the warmest, of the summer. as my train emerged from the tunnel into sunlight, only the hot whistles of the national biscuit company broke the simmering hush at noon. the straw seats of the car hovered on the edge of combustion; the woman next to me perspired delicately for a while into her white shirtwaist, and then, as her newspaper dampened under her fingers, lapsed despairingly into deep heat with a desolate cry. her pocketbook slapped to the floor.", "token_count": 88, "char_count": 511}
+{"book": "great_gatsby", "title": "Great Gatsby", "paragraph_id": 967, "text": "I picked it up with a weary bend and handed it back to her, holding it\nat arm’s length and by the extreme tip of the corners to indicate that\nI had no designs upon it—but everyone near by, including the woman,\nsuspected me just the same.", "clean_text": "i picked it up with a weary bend and handed it back to her, holding it at arm’s length and by the extreme tip of the corners to indicate that i had no designs upon it—but everyone near by, including the woman, suspected me just the same.", "token_count": 47, "char_count": 237}
+{"book": "great_gatsby", "title": "Great Gatsby", "paragraph_id": 969, "text": "My commutation ticket came back to me with a dark stain from his hand.\nThat anyone should care in this heat whose flushed lips he kissed,\nwhose head made damp the pyjama pocket over his heart!", "clean_text": "my commutation ticket came back to me with a dark stain from his hand. that anyone should care in this heat whose flushed lips he kissed, whose head made damp the pyjama pocket over his heart!", "token_count": 36, "char_count": 192}
+{"book": "great_gatsby", "title": "Great Gatsby", "paragraph_id": 970, "text": "… Through the hall of the Buchanans’ house blew a faint wind, carrying\nthe sound of the telephone bell out to Gatsby and me as we waited at\nthe door.", "clean_text": "… through the hall of the buchanans’ house blew a faint wind, carrying the sound of the telephone bell out to gatsby and me as we waited at the door.", "token_count": 30, "char_count": 149}
+{"book": "great_gatsby", "title": "Great Gatsby", "paragraph_id": 975, "text": "The room, shadowed well with awnings, was dark and cool. Daisy and\nJordan lay upon an enormous couch, like silver idols weighing down\ntheir own white dresses against the singing breeze of the fans.", "clean_text": "the room, shadowed well with awnings, was dark and cool. daisy and jordan lay upon an enormous couch, like silver idols weighing down their own white dresses against the singing breeze of the fans.", "token_count": 34, "char_count": 197}
+{"book": "great_gatsby", "title": "Great Gatsby", "paragraph_id": 980, "text": "Gatsby stood in the centre of the crimson carpet and gazed around with\nfascinated eyes. Daisy watched him and laughed, her sweet, exciting\nlaugh; a tiny gust of powder rose from her bosom into the air.", "clean_text": "gatsby stood in the centre of the crimson carpet and gazed around with fascinated eyes. daisy watched him and laughed, her sweet, exciting laugh; a tiny gust of powder rose from her bosom into the air.", "token_count": 36, "char_count": 201}
+{"book": "great_gatsby", "title": "Great Gatsby", "paragraph_id": 982, "text": "We were silent. The voice in the hall rose high with annoyance: “Very\nwell, then, I won’t sell you the car at all … I’m under no obligations\nto you at all … and as for your bothering me about it at lunch time, I\nwon’t stand that at all!”", "clean_text": "we were silent. the voice in the hall rose high with annoyance: “very well, then, i won’t sell you the car at all … i’m under no obligations to you at all … and as for your bothering me about it at lunch time, i won’t stand that at all!”", "token_count": 50, "char_count": 237}
+{"book": "great_gatsby", "title": "Great Gatsby", "paragraph_id": 994, "text": "“I don’t care!” cried Daisy, and began to clog on the brick fireplace.\nThen she remembered the heat and sat down guiltily on the couch just\nas a freshly laundered nurse leading a little girl came into the room.", "clean_text": "“i don’t care!” cried daisy, and began to clog on the brick fireplace. then she remembered the heat and sat down guiltily on the couch just as a freshly laundered nurse leading a little girl came into the room.", "token_count": 39, "char_count": 210}
+{"book": "great_gatsby", "title": "Great Gatsby", "paragraph_id": 998, "text": "Gatsby and I in turn leaned down and took the small reluctant hand.\nAfterward he kept looking at the child with surprise. I don’t think he\nhad ever really believed in its existence before.", "clean_text": "gatsby and i in turn leaned down and took the small reluctant hand. afterward he kept looking at the child with surprise. i don’t think he had ever really believed in its existence before.", "token_count": 34, "char_count": 188}
+{"book": "great_gatsby", "title": "Great Gatsby", "paragraph_id": 1008, "text": "With a reluctant backward glance the well-disciplined child held to\nher nurse’s hand and was pulled out the door, just as Tom came back,\npreceding four gin rickeys that clicked full of ice.", "clean_text": "with a reluctant backward glance the well-disciplined child held to her nurse’s hand and was pulled out the door, just as tom came back, preceding four gin rickeys that clicked full of ice.", "token_count": 33, "char_count": 189}
+{"book": "great_gatsby", "title": "Great Gatsby", "paragraph_id": 1012, "text": "“I read somewhere that the sun’s getting hotter every year,” said Tom\ngenially. “It seems that pretty soon the earth’s going to fall into\nthe sun—or wait a minute—it’s just the opposite—the sun’s getting\ncolder every year.", "clean_text": "“i read somewhere that the sun’s getting hotter every year,” said tom genially. “it seems that pretty soon the earth’s going to fall into the sun—or wait a minute—it’s just the opposite—the sun’s getting colder every year.", "token_count": 37, "char_count": 222}
+{"book": "great_gatsby", "title": "Great Gatsby", "paragraph_id": 1014, "text": "I went with them out to the veranda. On the green Sound, stagnant in\nthe heat, one small sail crawled slowly toward the fresher sea.\nGatsby’s eyes followed it momentarily; he raised his hand and pointed\nacross the bay.", "clean_text": "i went with them out to the veranda. on the green sound, stagnant in the heat, one small sail crawled slowly toward the fresher sea. gatsby’s eyes followed it momentarily; he raised his hand and pointed across the bay.", "token_count": 39, "char_count": 218}
+{"book": "great_gatsby", "title": "Great Gatsby", "paragraph_id": 1017, "text": "Our eyes lifted over the rose-beds and the hot lawn and the weedy\nrefuse of the dog-days alongshore. Slowly the white wings of the boat\nmoved against the blue cool limit of the sky. Ahead lay the scalloped\nocean and the abounding blessed isles.", "clean_text": "our eyes lifted over the rose-beds and the hot lawn and the weedy refuse of the dog-days alongshore. slowly the white wings of the boat moved against the blue cool limit of the sky. ahead lay the scalloped ocean and the abounding blessed isles.", "token_count": 44, "char_count": 244}
+{"book": "great_gatsby", "title": "Great Gatsby", "paragraph_id": 1028, "text": "She had told him that she loved him, and Tom Buchanan saw. He was\nastounded. His mouth opened a little, and he looked at Gatsby, and\nthen back at Daisy as if he had just recognized her as someone he knew\na long time ago.", "clean_text": "she had told him that she loved him, and tom buchanan saw. he was astounded. his mouth opened a little, and he looked at gatsby, and then back at daisy as if he had just recognized her as someone he knew a long time ago.", "token_count": 45, "char_count": 220}
+{"book": "great_gatsby", "title": "Great Gatsby", "paragraph_id": 1033, "text": "His hand, trembling with his effort at self-control, bore to his lips\nthe last of his glass of ale. Daisy’s voice got us to our feet and out\non to the blazing gravel drive.", "clean_text": "his hand, trembling with his effort at self-control, bore to his lips the last of his glass of ale. daisy’s voice got us to our feet and out on to the blazing gravel drive.", "token_count": 34, "char_count": 172}
+{"book": "great_gatsby", "title": "Great Gatsby", "paragraph_id": 1039, "text": "They went upstairs to get ready while we three men stood there\nshuffling the hot pebbles with our feet. A silver curve of the moon\nhovered already in the western sky. Gatsby started to speak, changed\nhis mind, but not before Tom wheeled and faced him expectantly.", "clean_text": "they went upstairs to get ready while we three men stood there shuffling the hot pebbles with our feet. a silver curve of the moon hovered already in the western sky. gatsby started to speak, changed his mind, but not before tom wheeled and faced him expectantly.", "token_count": 47, "char_count": 263}
+{"book": "great_gatsby", "title": "Great Gatsby", "paragraph_id": 1051, "text": "That was it. I’d never understood before. It was full of money—that\nwas the inexhaustible charm that rose and fell in it, the jingle of\nit, the cymbals’ song of it … High in a white palace the king’s\ndaughter, the golden girl …", "clean_text": "that was it. i’d never understood before. it was full of money—that was the inexhaustible charm that rose and fell in it, the jingle of it, the cymbals’ song of it … high in a white palace the king’s daughter, the golden girl …", "token_count": 44, "char_count": 227}
+{"book": "great_gatsby", "title": "Great Gatsby", "paragraph_id": 1052, "text": "Tom came out of the house wrapping a quart bottle in a towel, followed\nby Daisy and Jordan wearing small tight hats of metallic cloth and\ncarrying light capes over their arms.", "clean_text": "tom came out of the house wrapping a quart bottle in a towel, followed by daisy and jordan wearing small tight hats of metallic cloth and carrying light capes over their arms.", "token_count": 32, "char_count": 175}
+{"book": "great_gatsby", "title": "Great Gatsby", "paragraph_id": 1059, "text": "“Plenty of gas,” said Tom boisterously. He looked at the gauge. “And\nif it runs out I can stop at a drugstore. You can buy anything at a\ndrugstore nowadays.”", "clean_text": "“plenty of gas,” said tom boisterously. he looked at the gauge. “and if it runs out i can stop at a drugstore. you can buy anything at a drugstore nowadays.”", "token_count": 30, "char_count": 157}
+{"book": "great_gatsby", "title": "Great Gatsby", "paragraph_id": 1060, "text": "A pause followed this apparently pointless remark. Daisy looked at Tom\nfrowning, and an indefinable expression, at once definitely unfamiliar\nand vaguely recognizable, as if I had only heard it described in\nwords, passed over Gatsby’s face.", "clean_text": "a pause followed this apparently pointless remark. daisy looked at tom frowning, and an indefinable expression, at once definitely unfamiliar and vaguely recognizable, as if i had only heard it described in words, passed over gatsby’s face.", "token_count": 37, "char_count": 240}
+{"book": "great_gatsby", "title": "Great Gatsby", "paragraph_id": 1064, "text": "She walked close to Gatsby, touching his coat with her hand. Jordan\nand Tom and I got into the front seat of Gatsby’s car, Tom pushed the\nunfamiliar gears tentatively, and we shot off into the oppressive\nheat, leaving them out of sight behind.", "clean_text": "she walked close to gatsby, touching his coat with her hand. jordan and tom and i got into the front seat of gatsby’s car, tom pushed the unfamiliar gears tentatively, and we shot off into the oppressive heat, leaving them out of sight behind.", "token_count": 44, "char_count": 243}
+{"book": "great_gatsby", "title": "Great Gatsby", "paragraph_id": 1068, "text": "“You think I’m pretty dumb, don’t you?” he suggested. “Perhaps I am,\nbut I have a—almost a second sight, sometimes, that tells me what to\ndo. Maybe you don’t believe that, but science—”", "clean_text": "“you think i’m pretty dumb, don’t you?” he suggested. “perhaps i am, but i have a—almost a second sight, sometimes, that tells me what to do. maybe you don’t believe that, but science—”", "token_count": 33, "char_count": 185}
+{"book": "great_gatsby", "title": "Great Gatsby", "paragraph_id": 1081, "text": "We were all irritable now with the fading ale, and aware of it we\ndrove for a while in silence. Then as Doctor T. J. Eckleburg’s faded\neyes came into sight down the road, I remembered Gatsby’s caution\nabout gasoline.", "clean_text": "we were all irritable now with the fading ale, and aware of it we drove for a while in silence. then as doctor t. j. eckleburg’s faded eyes came into sight down the road, i remembered gatsby’s caution about gasoline.", "token_count": 40, "char_count": 216}
+{"book": "great_gatsby", "title": "Great Gatsby", "paragraph_id": 1084, "text": "Tom threw on both brakes impatiently, and we slid to an abrupt dusty\nstop under Wilson’s sign. After a moment the proprietor emerged from\nthe interior of his establishment and gazed hollow-eyed at the car.", "clean_text": "tom threw on both brakes impatiently, and we slid to an abrupt dusty stop under wilson’s sign. after a moment the proprietor emerged from the interior of his establishment and gazed hollow-eyed at the car.", "token_count": 35, "char_count": 205}
+{"book": "great_gatsby", "title": "Great Gatsby", "paragraph_id": 1099, "text": "“She’s been talking about it for ten years.” He rested for a moment\nagainst the pump, shading his eyes. “And now she’s going whether she\nwants to or not. I’m going to get her away.”", "clean_text": "“she’s been talking about it for ten years.” he rested for a moment against the pump, shading his eyes. “and now she’s going whether she wants to or not. i’m going to get her away.”", "token_count": 35, "char_count": 181}
+{"book": "great_gatsby", "title": "Great Gatsby", "paragraph_id": 1102, "text": "“I just got wised up to something funny the last two days,” remarked\nWilson. “That’s why I want to get away. That’s why I been bothering\nyou about the car.”", "clean_text": "“i just got wised up to something funny the last two days,” remarked wilson. “that’s why i want to get away. that’s why i been bothering you about the car.”", "token_count": 30, "char_count": 156}
+{"book": "great_gatsby", "title": "Great Gatsby", "paragraph_id": 1105, "text": "The relentless beating heat was beginning to confuse me and I had a\nbad moment there before I realized that so far his suspicions hadn’t\nalighted on Tom. He had discovered that Myrtle had some sort of life\napart from him in another world, and the shock had made him physically\nsick. I stared at him and then at Tom, who had made a parallel\ndiscovery less than an hour before—and it occurred to me that there\nwas no difference between men, in intelligence or race, so profound as\nthe difference between the sick and the well. Wilson was so sick that\nhe looked guilty, unforgivably guilty—as if he had just got some poor\ngirl with child.", "clean_text": "the relentless beating heat was beginning to confuse me and i had a bad moment there before i realized that so far his suspicions hadn’t alighted on tom. he had discovered that myrtle had some sort of life apart from him in another world, and the shock had made him physically sick. i stared at him and then at tom, who had made a parallel discovery less than an hour before—and it occurred to me that there was no difference between men, in intelligence or race, so profound as the difference between the sick and the well. wilson was so sick that he looked guilty, unforgivably guilty—as if he had just got some poor girl with child.", "token_count": 117, "char_count": 635}
+{"book": "great_gatsby", "title": "Great Gatsby", "paragraph_id": 1107, "text": "That locality was always vaguely disquieting, even in the broad glare\nof afternoon, and now I turned my head as though I had been warned of\nsomething behind. Over the ash-heaps the giant eyes of Doctor T. J.\nEckleburg kept their vigil, but I perceived, after a moment, that\nother eyes were regarding us with peculiar intensity from less than\ntwenty feet away.", "clean_text": "that locality was always vaguely disquieting, even in the broad glare of afternoon, and now i turned my head as though i had been warned of something behind. over the ash-heaps the giant eyes of doctor t. j. eckleburg kept their vigil, but i perceived, after a moment, that other eyes were regarding us with peculiar intensity from less than twenty feet away.", "token_count": 63, "char_count": 359}
+{"book": "great_gatsby", "title": "Great Gatsby", "paragraph_id": 1108, "text": "In one of the windows over the garage the curtains had been moved\naside a little, and Myrtle Wilson was peering down at the car. So\nengrossed was she that she had no consciousness of being observed, and\none emotion after another crept into her face like objects into a\nslowly developing picture. Her expression was curiously familiar—it\nwas an expression I had often seen on women’s faces, but on Myrtle\nWilson’s face it seemed purposeless and inexplicable until I realized\nthat her eyes, wide with jealous terror, were fixed not on Tom, but on\nJordan Baker, whom she took to be his wife.", "clean_text": "in one of the windows over the garage the curtains had been moved aside a little, and myrtle wilson was peering down at the car. so engrossed was she that she had no consciousness of being observed, and one emotion after another crept into her face like objects into a slowly developing picture. her expression was curiously familiar—it was an expression i had often seen on women’s faces, but on myrtle wilson’s face it seemed purposeless and inexplicable until i realized that her eyes, wide with jealous terror, were fixed not on tom, but on jordan baker, whom she took to be his wife.", "token_count": 104, "char_count": 588}
+{"book": "great_gatsby", "title": "Great Gatsby", "paragraph_id": 1110, "text": "There is no confusion like the confusion of a simple mind, and as we\ndrove away Tom was feeling the hot whips of panic. His wife and his\nmistress, until an hour ago secure and inviolate, were slipping\nprecipitately from his control. Instinct made him step on the\naccelerator with the double purpose of overtaking Daisy and leaving\nWilson behind, and we sped along toward Astoria at fifty miles an\nhour, until, among the spidery girders of the elevated, we came in\nsight of the easygoing blue coupé.", "clean_text": "there is no confusion like the confusion of a simple mind, and as we drove away tom was feeling the hot whips of panic. his wife and his mistress, until an hour ago secure and inviolate, were slipping precipitately from his control. instinct made him step on the accelerator with the double purpose of overtaking daisy and leaving wilson behind, and we sped along toward astoria at fifty miles an hour, until, among the spidery girders of the elevated, we came in sight of the easygoing blue coupé.", "token_count": 88, "char_count": 498}
+{"book": "great_gatsby", "title": "Great Gatsby", "paragraph_id": 1111, "text": "“Those big movies around Fiftieth Street are cool,” suggested\nJordan. “I love New York on summer afternoons when everyone’s away.\nThere’s something very sensuous about it—overripe, as if all sorts of\nfunny fruits were going to fall into your hands.”", "clean_text": "“those big movies around fiftieth street are cool,” suggested jordan. “i love new york on summer afternoons when everyone’s away. there’s something very sensuous about it—overripe, as if all sorts of funny fruits were going to fall into your hands.”", "token_count": 40, "char_count": 249}
+{"book": "great_gatsby", "title": "Great Gatsby", "paragraph_id": 1112, "text": "The word “sensuous” had the effect of further disquieting Tom, but\nbefore he could invent a protest the coupé came to a stop, and Daisy\nsignalled us to draw up alongside.", "clean_text": "the word “sensuous” had the effect of further disquieting tom, but before he could invent a protest the coupé came to a stop, and daisy signalled us to draw up alongside.", "token_count": 31, "char_count": 170}
+{"book": "great_gatsby", "title": "Great Gatsby", "paragraph_id": 1115, "text": "“It’s so hot,” she complained. “You go. We’ll ride around and meet you\nafter.” With an effort her wit rose faintly. “We’ll meet you on some\ncorner. I’ll be the man smoking two cigarettes.”", "clean_text": "“it’s so hot,” she complained. “you go. we’ll ride around and meet you after.” with an effort her wit rose faintly. “we’ll meet you on some corner. i’ll be the man smoking two cigarettes.”", "token_count": 34, "char_count": 188}
+{"book": "great_gatsby", "title": "Great Gatsby", "paragraph_id": 1116, "text": "“We can’t argue about it here,” Tom said impatiently, as a truck gave\nout a cursing whistle behind us. “You follow me to the south side of\nCentral Park, in front of the Plaza.”", "clean_text": "“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.”", "token_count": 34, "char_count": 176}
+{"book": "great_gatsby", "title": "Great Gatsby", "paragraph_id": 1117, "text": "Several times he turned his head and looked back for their car, and if\nthe traffic delayed them he slowed up until they came into sight. I\nthink he was afraid they would dart down a side-street and out of his\nlife forever.", "clean_text": "several times he turned his head and looked back for their car, and if the traffic delayed them he slowed up until they came into sight. i think he was afraid they would dart down a side-street and out of his life forever.", "token_count": 43, "char_count": 222}
+{"book": "great_gatsby", "title": "Great Gatsby", "paragraph_id": 1119, "text": "The prolonged and tumultuous argument that ended by herding us into\nthat room eludes me, though I have a sharp physical memory that, in\nthe course of it, my underwear kept climbing like a damp snake around\nmy legs and intermittent beads of sweat raced cool across my back.\nThe notion originated with Daisy’s suggestion that we hire five\nbathrooms and take cold baths, and then assumed more tangible form as\n“a place to have a mint julep.” Each of us said over and over that it\nwas a “crazy idea”—we all talked at once to a baffled clerk and\nthought, or pretended to think, that we were being very funny …", "clean_text": "the prolonged and tumultuous argument that ended by herding us into that room eludes me, though i have a sharp physical memory that, in the course of it, my underwear kept climbing like a damp snake around my legs and intermittent beads of sweat raced cool across my back. the notion originated with daisy’s suggestion that we hire five bathrooms and take cold baths, and then assumed more tangible form as “a place to have a mint julep.” each of us said over and over that it was a “crazy idea”—we all talked at once to a baffled clerk and thought, or pretended to think, that we were being very funny …", "token_count": 112, "char_count": 604}
+{"book": "great_gatsby", "title": "Great Gatsby", "paragraph_id": 1120, "text": "The room was large and stifling, and, though it was already four\no’clock, opening the windows admitted only a gust of hot shrubbery\nfrom the Park. Daisy went to the mirror and stood with her back to us,\nfixing her hair.", "clean_text": "the room was large and stifling, and, though it was already four o’clock, opening the windows admitted only a gust of hot shrubbery from the park. daisy went to the mirror and stood with her back to us, fixing her hair.", "token_count": 41, "char_count": 219}
+{"book": "great_gatsby", "title": "Great Gatsby", "paragraph_id": 1134, "text": "“Now see here, Tom,” said Daisy, turning around from the mirror, “if\nyou’re going to make personal remarks I won’t stay here a minute.\nCall up and order some ice for the mint julep.”", "clean_text": "“now see here, tom,” said daisy, turning around from the mirror, “if you’re going to make personal remarks i won’t stay here a minute. call up and order some ice for the mint julep.”", "token_count": 34, "char_count": 182}
+{"book": "great_gatsby", "title": "Great Gatsby", "paragraph_id": 1140, "text": "“They carried him into my house,” appended Jordan, “because we lived\njust two doors from the church. And he stayed three weeks, until Daddy\ntold him he had to get out. The day after he left Daddy died.”  After\na moment she added as if she might have sounded irreverent, “There\nwasn’t any connection.”", "clean_text": "“they carried him into my house,” appended jordan, “because we lived just two doors from the church. and he stayed three weeks, until daddy told him he had to get out. the day after he left daddy died.” after a moment she added as if she might have sounded irreverent, “there wasn’t any connection.”", "token_count": 54, "char_count": 300}
+{"book": "great_gatsby", "title": "Great Gatsby", "paragraph_id": 1143, "text": "The music had died down as the ceremony began and now a long cheer\nfloated in at the window, followed by intermittent cries of\n“Yea—ea—ea!” and finally by a burst of jazz as the dancing began.", "clean_text": "the music had died down as the ceremony began and now a long cheer floated in at the window, followed by intermittent cries of “yea—ea—ea!” and finally by a burst of jazz as the dancing began.", "token_count": 36, "char_count": 192}
+{"book": "great_gatsby", "title": "Great Gatsby", "paragraph_id": 1148, "text": "“Well, he said he knew you. He said he was raised in Louisville. Asa\nBird brought him around at the last minute and asked if we had room\nfor him.”", "clean_text": "“well, he said he knew you. he said he was raised in louisville. asa bird brought him around at the last minute and asked if we had room for him.”", "token_count": 30, "char_count": 146}
+{"book": "great_gatsby", "title": "Great Gatsby", "paragraph_id": 1161, "text": "Another pause. A waiter knocked and came in with crushed mint and ice\nbut the silence was unbroken by his “thank you” and the soft closing\nof the door. This tremendous detail was to be cleared up at last.", "clean_text": "another pause. a waiter knocked and came in with crushed mint and ice but the silence was unbroken by his “thank you” and the soft closing of the door. this tremendous detail was to be cleared up at last.", "token_count": 39, "char_count": 204}
+{"book": "great_gatsby", "title": "Great Gatsby", "paragraph_id": 1175, "text": "“Self-control!” repeated Tom incredulously. “I suppose the latest\nthing is to sit back and let Mr. Nobody from Nowhere make love to your\nwife. Well, if that’s the idea you can count me out … Nowadays people\nbegin by sneering at family life and family institutions, and next\nthey’ll throw everything overboard and have intermarriage between\nblack and white.”", "clean_text": "“self-control!” repeated tom incredulously. “i suppose the latest thing is to sit back and let mr. nobody from nowhere make love to your wife. well, if that’s the idea you can count me out … nowadays people begin by sneering at family life and family institutions, and next they’ll throw everything overboard and have intermarriage between black and white.”", "token_count": 59, "char_count": 357}
+{"book": "great_gatsby", "title": "Great Gatsby", "paragraph_id": 1178, "text": "“I know I’m not very popular. I don’t give big parties. I suppose\nyou’ve got to make your house into a pigsty in order to have any\nfriends—in the modern world.”", "clean_text": "“i know i’m not very popular. i don’t give big parties. i suppose you’ve got to make your house into a pigsty in order to have any friends—in the modern world.”", "token_count": 31, "char_count": 160}
+{"book": "great_gatsby", "title": "Great Gatsby", "paragraph_id": 1187, "text": "“She never loved you, do you hear?” he cried. “She only married you\nbecause I was poor and she was tired of waiting for me. It was a\nterrible mistake, but in her heart she never loved anyone except me!”", "clean_text": "“she never loved you, do you hear?” he cried. “she only married you because i was poor and she was tired of waiting for me. it was a terrible mistake, but in her heart she never loved anyone except me!”", "token_count": 40, "char_count": 202}
+{"book": "great_gatsby", "title": "Great Gatsby", "paragraph_id": 1188, "text": "At this point Jordan and I tried to go, but Tom and Gatsby insisted\nwith competitive firmness that we remain—as though neither of them had\nanything to conceal and it would be a privilege to partake vicariously\nof their emotions.", "clean_text": "at this point jordan and i tried to go, but tom and gatsby insisted with competitive firmness that we remain—as though neither of them had anything to conceal and it would be a privilege to partake vicariously of their emotions.", "token_count": 40, "char_count": 228}
+{"book": "great_gatsby", "title": "Great Gatsby", "paragraph_id": 1193, "text": "“Not seeing,” said Gatsby. “No, we couldn’t meet. But both of us loved\neach other all that time, old sport, and you didn’t know. I used to\nlaugh sometimes”—but there was no laughter in his eyes—“to think that\nyou didn’t know.”", "clean_text": "“not seeing,” said gatsby. “no, we couldn’t meet. but both of us loved each other all that time, old sport, and you didn’t know. i used to laugh sometimes”—but there was no laughter in his eyes—“to think that you didn’t know.”", "token_count": 41, "char_count": 226}
+{"book": "great_gatsby", "title": "Great Gatsby", "paragraph_id": 1195, "text": "“You’re crazy!” he exploded. “I can’t speak about what happened five\nyears ago, because I didn’t know Daisy then—and I’ll be damned if I\nsee how you got within a mile of her unless you brought the groceries\nto the back door. But all the rest of that’s a God damned lie. Daisy\nloved me when she married me and she loves me now.”", "clean_text": "“you’re crazy!” he exploded. “i can’t speak about what happened five years ago, because i didn’t know daisy then—and i’ll be damned if i see how you got within a mile of her unless you brought the groceries to the back door. but all the rest of that’s a god damned lie. daisy loved me when she married me and she loves me now.”", "token_count": 64, "char_count": 327}
+{"book": "great_gatsby", "title": "Great Gatsby", "paragraph_id": 1197, "text": "“She does, though. The trouble is that sometimes she gets foolish\nideas in her head and doesn’t know what she’s doing.” He nodded\nsagely. “And what’s more, I love Daisy too. Once in a while I go off\non a spree and make a fool of myself, but I always come back, and in\nmy heart I love her all the time.”", "clean_text": "“she does, though. the trouble is that sometimes she gets foolish ideas in her head and doesn’t know what she’s doing.” he nodded sagely. “and what’s more, i love daisy too. once in a while i go off on a spree and make a fool of myself, but i always come back, and in my heart i love her all the time.”", "token_count": 62, "char_count": 302}
+{"book": "great_gatsby", "title": "Great Gatsby", "paragraph_id": 1198, "text": "“You’re revolting,” said Daisy. She turned to me, and her voice,\ndropping an octave lower, filled the room with thrilling scorn: “Do\nyou know why we left Chicago? I’m surprised that they didn’t treat you\nto the story of that little spree.”", "clean_text": "“you’re revolting,” said daisy. she turned to me, and her voice, dropping an octave lower, filled the room with thrilling scorn: “do you know why we left chicago? i’m surprised that they didn’t treat you to the story of that little spree.”", "token_count": 42, "char_count": 239}
+{"book": "great_gatsby", "title": "Great Gatsby", "paragraph_id": 1203, "text": "She hesitated. Her eyes fell on Jordan and me with a sort of appeal,\nas though she realized at last what she was doing—and as though she\nhad never, all along, intended doing anything at all. But it was done\nnow. It was too late.", "clean_text": "she hesitated. her eyes fell on jordan and me with a sort of appeal, as though she realized at last what she was doing—and as though she had never, all along, intended doing anything at all. but it was done now. it was too late.", "token_count": 45, "char_count": 228}
+{"book": "great_gatsby", "title": "Great Gatsby", "paragraph_id": 1209, "text": "“Please don’t.” Her voice was cold, but the rancour was gone from it.\nShe looked at Gatsby. “There, Jay,” she said—but her hand as she tried\nto light a cigarette was trembling. Suddenly she threw the cigarette\nand the burning match on the carpet.", "clean_text": "“please don’t.” her voice was cold, but the rancour was gone from it. she looked at gatsby. “there, jay,” she said—but her hand as she tried to light a cigarette was trembling. suddenly she threw the cigarette and the burning match on the carpet.", "token_count": 44, "char_count": 246}
+{"book": "great_gatsby", "title": "Great Gatsby", "paragraph_id": 1210, "text": "“Oh, you want too much!” she cried to Gatsby. “I love you now—isn’t\nthat enough? I can’t help what’s past.” She began to sob\nhelplessly. “I did love him once—but I loved you too.”", "clean_text": "“oh, you want too much!” she cried to gatsby. “i love you now—isn’t that enough? i can’t help what’s past.” she began to sob helplessly. “i did love him once—but i loved you too.”", "token_count": 34, "char_count": 179}
+{"book": "great_gatsby", "title": "Great Gatsby", "paragraph_id": 1213, "text": "“Even that’s a lie,” said Tom savagely. “She didn’t know you were\nalive. Why—there’s things between Daisy and me that you’ll never know,\nthings that neither of us can ever forget.”", "clean_text": "“even that’s a lie,” said tom savagely. “she didn’t know you were alive. why—there’s things between daisy and me that you’ll never know, things that neither of us can ever forget.”", "token_count": 31, "char_count": 180}
+{"book": "great_gatsby", "title": "Great Gatsby", "paragraph_id": 1228, "text": "“Who are you, anyhow?” broke out Tom. “You’re one of that bunch that\nhangs around with Meyer Wolfshiem—that much I happen to know. I’ve\nmade a little investigation into your affairs—and I’ll carry it\nfurther tomorrow.”", "clean_text": "“who are you, anyhow?” broke out tom. “you’re one of that bunch that hangs around with meyer wolfshiem—that much i happen to know. i’ve made a little investigation into your affairs—and i’ll carry it further tomorrow.”", "token_count": 36, "char_count": 218}
+{"book": "great_gatsby", "title": "Great Gatsby", "paragraph_id": 1230, "text": "“I found out what your ‘drugstores’ were.” He turned to us and spoke\nrapidly. “He and this Wolfshiem bought up a lot of side-street\ndrugstores here and in Chicago and sold grain alcohol over the\ncounter. That’s one of his little stunts. I picked him for a\nbootlegger the first time I saw him, and I wasn’t far wrong.”", "clean_text": "“i found out what your ‘drugstores’ were.” he turned to us and spoke rapidly. “he and this wolfshiem bought up a lot of side-street drugstores here and in chicago and sold grain alcohol over the counter. that’s one of his little stunts. i picked him for a bootlegger the first time i saw him, and i wasn’t far wrong.”", "token_count": 59, "char_count": 317}
+{"book": "great_gatsby", "title": "Great Gatsby", "paragraph_id": 1232, "text": "“And you left him in the lurch, didn’t you? You let him go to jail for\na month over in New Jersey. God! You ought to hear Walter on the\nsubject of you.”", "clean_text": "“and you left him in the lurch, didn’t you? you let him go to jail for a month over in new jersey. god! you ought to hear walter on the subject of you.”", "token_count": 33, "char_count": 152}
+{"book": "great_gatsby", "title": "Great Gatsby", "paragraph_id": 1237, "text": "I glanced at Daisy, who was staring terrified between Gatsby and her\nhusband, and at Jordan, who had begun to balance an invisible but\nabsorbing object on the tip of her chin. Then I turned back to\nGatsby—and was startled at his expression. He looked—and this is said\nin all contempt for the babbled slander of his garden—as if he had\n“killed a man.” For a moment the set of his face could be described in\njust that fantastic way.", "clean_text": "i glanced at daisy, who was staring terrified between gatsby and her husband, and at jordan, who had begun to balance an invisible but absorbing object on the tip of her chin. then i turned back to gatsby—and was startled at his expression. he looked—and this is said in all contempt for the babbled slander of his garden—as if he had “killed a man.” for a moment the set of his face could be described in just that fantastic way.", "token_count": 80, "char_count": 430}
+{"book": "great_gatsby", "title": "Great Gatsby", "paragraph_id": 1238, "text": "It passed, and he began to talk excitedly to Daisy, denying\neverything, defending his name against accusations that had not been\nmade. But with every word she was drawing further and further into\nherself, so he gave that up, and only the dead dream fought on as the\nafternoon slipped away, trying to touch what was no longer tangible,\nstruggling unhappily, undespairingly, toward that lost voice across\nthe room.", "clean_text": "it passed, and he began to talk excitedly to daisy, denying everything, defending his name against accusations that had not been made. but with every word she was drawing further and further into herself, so he gave that up, and only the dead dream fought on as the afternoon slipped away, trying to touch what was no longer tangible, struggling unhappily, undespairingly, toward that lost voice across the room.", "token_count": 69, "char_count": 412}
+{"book": "great_gatsby", "title": "Great Gatsby", "paragraph_id": 1254, "text": "It was seven o’clock when we got into the coupé with him and started\nfor Long Island. Tom talked incessantly, exulting and laughing, but\nhis voice was as remote from Jordan and me as the foreign clamour on\nthe sidewalk or the tumult of the elevated overhead. Human sympathy\nhas its limits, and we were content to let all their tragic arguments\nfade with the city lights behind. Thirty—the promise of a decade of\nloneliness, a thinning list of single men to know, a thinning\nbriefcase of enthusiasm, thinning hair. But there was Jordan beside\nme, who, unlike Daisy, was too wise ever to carry well-forgotten\ndreams from age to age. As we passed over the dark bridge her wan face\nfell lazily against my coat’s shoulder and the formidable stroke of\nthirty died away with the reassuring pressure of her hand.", "clean_text": "it was seven o’clock when we got into the coupé with him and started for long island. tom talked incessantly, exulting and laughing, but his voice was as remote from jordan and me as the foreign clamour on the sidewalk or the tumult of the elevated overhead. human sympathy has its limits, and we were content to let all their tragic arguments fade with the city lights behind. thirty—the promise of a decade of loneliness, a thinning list of single men to know, a thinning briefcase of enthusiasm, thinning hair. but there was jordan beside me, who, unlike daisy, was too wise ever to carry well-forgotten dreams from age to age. as we passed over the dark bridge her wan face fell lazily against my coat’s shoulder and the formidable stroke of thirty died away with the reassuring pressure of her hand.", "token_count": 142, "char_count": 804}
+{"book": "great_gatsby", "title": "Great Gatsby", "paragraph_id": 1257, "text": "The young Greek, Michaelis, who ran the coffee joint beside the\nash-heaps was the principal witness at the inquest. He had slept\nthrough the heat until after five, when he strolled over to the\ngarage, and found George Wilson sick in his office—really sick, pale\nas his own pale hair and shaking all over. Michaelis advised him to go\nto bed, but Wilson refused, saying that he’d miss a lot of business if\nhe did. While his neighbour was trying to persuade him a violent\nracket broke out overhead.", "clean_text": "the young greek, michaelis, who ran the coffee joint beside the ash-heaps was the principal witness at the inquest. he had slept through the heat until after five, when he strolled over to the garage, and found george wilson sick in his office—really sick, pale as his own pale hair and shaking all over. michaelis advised him to go to bed, but wilson refused, saying that he’d miss a lot of business if he did. while his neighbour was trying to persuade him a violent racket broke out overhead.", "token_count": 89, "char_count": 495}
+{"book": "great_gatsby", "title": "Great Gatsby", "paragraph_id": 1259, "text": "Michaelis was astonished; they had been neighbours for four years, and\nWilson had never seemed faintly capable of such a statement.\nGenerally he was one of these worn-out men: when he wasn’t working, he\nsat on a chair in the doorway and stared at the people and the cars\nthat passed along the road. When anyone spoke to him he invariably\nlaughed in an agreeable, colourless way. He was his wife’s man and not\nhis own.", "clean_text": "michaelis was astonished; they had been neighbours for four years, and wilson had never seemed faintly capable of such a statement. generally he was one of these worn-out men: when he wasn’t working, he sat on a chair in the doorway and stared at the people and the cars that passed along the road. when anyone spoke to him he invariably laughed in an agreeable, colourless way. he was his wife’s man and not his own.", "token_count": 76, "char_count": 417}
+{"book": "great_gatsby", "title": "Great Gatsby", "paragraph_id": 1260, "text": "So naturally Michaelis tried to find out what had happened, but Wilson\nwouldn’t say a word—instead he began to throw curious, suspicious\nglances at his visitor and ask him what he’d been doing at certain\ntimes on certain days. Just as the latter was getting uneasy, some\nworkmen came past the door bound for his restaurant, and Michaelis\ntook the opportunity to get away, intending to come back later. But he\ndidn’t. He supposed he forgot to, that’s all. When he came outside\nagain, a little after seven, he was reminded of the conversation\nbecause he heard Mrs. Wilson’s voice, loud and scolding, downstairs in\nthe garage.", "clean_text": "so naturally michaelis tried to find out what had happened, but wilson wouldn’t say a word—instead he began to throw curious, suspicious glances at his visitor and ask him what he’d been doing at certain times on certain days. just as the latter was getting uneasy, some workmen came past the door bound for his restaurant, and michaelis took the opportunity to get away, intending to come back later. but he didn’t. he supposed he forgot to, that’s all. when he came outside again, a little after seven, he was reminded of the conversation because he heard mrs. wilson’s voice, loud and scolding, downstairs in the garage.", "token_count": 107, "char_count": 623}
+{"book": "great_gatsby", "title": "Great Gatsby", "paragraph_id": 1263, "text": "The “death car” as the newspapers called it, didn’t stop; it came out\nof the gathering darkness, wavered tragically for a moment, and then\ndisappeared around the next bend. Mavro Michaelis wasn’t even sure of\nits colour—he told the first policeman that it was light green. The\nother car, the one going toward New York, came to rest a hundred yards\nbeyond, and its driver hurried back to where Myrtle Wilson, her life\nviolently extinguished, knelt in the road and mingled her thick dark\nblood with the dust.", "clean_text": "the “death car” as the newspapers called it, didn’t stop; it came out of the gathering darkness, wavered tragically for a moment, and then disappeared around the next bend. mavro michaelis wasn’t even sure of its colour—he told the first policeman that it was light green. the other car, the one going toward new york, came to rest a hundred yards beyond, and its driver hurried back to where myrtle wilson, her life violently extinguished, knelt in the road and mingled her thick dark blood with the dust.", "token_count": 88, "char_count": 506}
+{"book": "great_gatsby", "title": "Great Gatsby", "paragraph_id": 1264, "text": "Michaelis and this man reached her first, but when they had torn open\nher shirtwaist, still damp with perspiration, they saw that her left\nbreast was swinging loose like a flap, and there was no need to listen\nfor the heart beneath. The mouth was wide open and ripped a little at\nthe corners, as though she had choked a little in giving up the\ntremendous vitality she had stored so long.", "clean_text": "michaelis and this man reached her first, but when they had torn open her shirtwaist, still damp with perspiration, they saw that her left breast was swinging loose like a flap, and there was no need to listen for the heart beneath. the mouth was wide open and ripped a little at the corners, as though she had choked a little in giving up the tremendous vitality she had stored so long.", "token_count": 72, "char_count": 387}
+{"book": "great_gatsby", "title": "Great Gatsby", "paragraph_id": 1268, "text": "He slowed down, but still without any intention of stopping, until, as\nwe came nearer, the hushed, intent faces of the people at the garage\ndoor made him automatically put on the brakes.", "clean_text": "he slowed down, but still without any intention of stopping, until, as we came nearer, the hushed, intent faces of the people at the garage door made him automatically put on the brakes.", "token_count": 33, "char_count": 186}
+{"book": "great_gatsby", "title": "Great Gatsby", "paragraph_id": 1270, "text": "I became aware now of a hollow, wailing sound which issued incessantly\nfrom the garage, a sound which as we got out of the coupé and walked\ntoward the door resolved itself into the words “Oh, my God!” uttered\nover and over in a gasping moan.", "clean_text": "i became aware now of a hollow, wailing sound which issued incessantly from the garage, a sound which as we got out of the coupé and walked toward the door resolved itself into the words “oh, my god!” uttered over and over in a gasping moan.", "token_count": 46, "char_count": 241}
+{"book": "great_gatsby", "title": "Great Gatsby", "paragraph_id": 1272, "text": "He reached up on tiptoes and peered over a circle of heads into the\ngarage, which was lit only by a yellow light in a swinging metal\nbasket overhead. Then he made a harsh sound in his throat, and with a\nviolent thrusting movement of his powerful arms pushed his way\nthrough.", "clean_text": "he reached up on tiptoes and peered over a circle of heads into the garage, which was lit only by a yellow light in a swinging metal basket overhead. then he made a harsh sound in his throat, and with a violent thrusting movement of his powerful arms pushed his way through.", "token_count": 52, "char_count": 274}
+{"book": "great_gatsby", "title": "Great Gatsby", "paragraph_id": 1273, "text": "The circle closed up again with a running murmur of expostulation; it\nwas a minute before I could see anything at all. Then new arrivals\nderanged the line, and Jordan and I were pushed suddenly inside.", "clean_text": "the circle closed up again with a running murmur of expostulation; it was a minute before i could see anything at all. then new arrivals deranged the line, and jordan and i were pushed suddenly inside.", "token_count": 36, "char_count": 201}
+{"book": "great_gatsby", "title": "Great Gatsby", "paragraph_id": 1274, "text": "Myrtle Wilson’s body, wrapped in a blanket, and then in another\nblanket, as though she suffered from a chill in the hot night, lay on\na worktable by the wall, and Tom, with his back to us, was bending\nover it, motionless. Next to him stood a motorcycle policeman taking\ndown names with much sweat and correction in a little book. At first I\ncouldn’t find the source of the high, groaning words that echoed\nclamorously through the bare garage—then I saw Wilson standing on the\nraised threshold of his office, swaying back and forth and holding to\nthe doorposts with both hands. Some man was talking to him in a low\nvoice and attempting, from time to time, to lay a hand on his\nshoulder, but Wilson neither heard nor saw. His eyes would drop slowly\nfrom the swinging light to the laden table by the wall, and then jerk\nback to the light again, and he gave out incessantly his high,\nhorrible call:", "clean_text": "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 worktable 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 light to the laden table by the wall, and then jerk back to the light again, and he gave out incessantly his high, horrible call:", "token_count": 165, "char_count": 894}
+{"book": "great_gatsby", "title": "Great Gatsby", "paragraph_id": 1289, "text": "“One goin’ each way. Well, she”—his hand rose toward the blankets but\nstopped halfway and fell to his side—“she ran out there an’ the one\ncomin’ from N’York knock right into her, goin’ thirty or forty miles\nan hour.”", "clean_text": "“one goin’ each way. well, she”—his hand rose toward the blankets but stopped halfway and fell to his side—“she ran out there an’ the one comin’ from n’york knock right into her, goin’ thirty or forty miles an hour.”", "token_count": 39, "char_count": 216}
+{"book": "great_gatsby", "title": "Great Gatsby", "paragraph_id": 1299, "text": "Watching Tom, I saw the wad of muscle back of his shoulder tighten\nunder his coat. He walked quickly over to Wilson and, standing in\nfront of him, seized him firmly by the upper arms.", "clean_text": "watching tom, i saw the wad of muscle back of his shoulder tighten under his coat. he walked quickly over to wilson and, standing in front of him, seized him firmly by the upper arms.", "token_count": 35, "char_count": 183}
+{"book": "great_gatsby", "title": "Great Gatsby", "paragraph_id": 1302, "text": "“Listen,” said Tom, shaking him a little. “I just got here a minute\nago, from New York. I was bringing you that coupé we’ve been talking\nabout. That yellow car I was driving this afternoon wasn’t mine—do you\nhear? I haven’t seen it all afternoon.”", "clean_text": "“listen,” said tom, shaking him a little. “i just got here a minute ago, from new york. i was bringing you that coupé we’ve been talking about. that yellow car i was driving this afternoon wasn’t mine—do you hear? i haven’t seen it all afternoon.”", "token_count": 45, "char_count": 247}
+{"book": "great_gatsby", "title": "Great Gatsby", "paragraph_id": 1305, "text": "“I’m a friend of his.” Tom turned his head but kept his hands firm on\nWilson’s body. “He says he knows the car that did it … It was a yellow\ncar.”", "clean_text": "“i’m a friend of his.” tom turned his head but kept his hands firm on wilson’s body. “he says he knows the car that did it … it was a yellow car.”", "token_count": 32, "char_count": 146}
+{"book": "great_gatsby", "title": "Great Gatsby", "paragraph_id": 1313, "text": "“If somebody’ll come here and sit with him,” he snapped\nauthoritatively. He watched while the two men standing closest glanced\nat each other and went unwillingly into the room. Then Tom shut the\ndoor on them and came down the single step, his eyes avoiding the\ntable. As he passed close to me he whispered: “Let’s get out.”", "clean_text": "“if somebody’ll come here and sit with him,” he snapped authoritatively. he watched while the two men standing closest glanced at each other and went unwillingly into the room. then tom shut the door on them and came down the single step, his eyes avoiding the table. as he passed close to me he whispered: “let’s get out.”", "token_count": 58, "char_count": 323}
+{"book": "great_gatsby", "title": "Great Gatsby", "paragraph_id": 1314, "text": "Self-consciously, with his authoritative arms breaking the way, we\npushed through the still gathering crowd, passing a hurried doctor,\ncase in hand, who had been sent for in wild hope half an hour ago.", "clean_text": "self-consciously, with his authoritative arms breaking the way, we pushed through the still gathering crowd, passing a hurried doctor, case in hand, who had been sent for in wild hope half an hour ago.", "token_count": 34, "char_count": 201}
+{"book": "great_gatsby", "title": "Great Gatsby", "paragraph_id": 1315, "text": "Tom drove slowly until we were beyond the bend—then his foot came down\nhard, and the coupé raced along through the night. In a little while I\nheard a low husky sob, and saw that the tears were overflowing down\nhis face.", "clean_text": "tom drove slowly until we were beyond the bend—then his foot came down hard, and the coupé raced along through the night. in a little while i heard a low husky sob, and saw that the tears were overflowing down his face.", "token_count": 42, "char_count": 219}
+{"book": "great_gatsby", "title": "Great Gatsby", "paragraph_id": 1318, "text": "The Buchanans’ house floated suddenly toward us through the dark\nrustling trees. Tom stopped beside the porch and looked up at the\nsecond floor, where two windows bloomed with light among the vines.", "clean_text": "the buchanans’ house floated suddenly toward us through the dark rustling trees. tom stopped beside the porch and looked up at the second floor, where two windows bloomed with light among the vines.", "token_count": 33, "char_count": 198}
+{"book": "great_gatsby", "title": "Great Gatsby", "paragraph_id": 1321, "text": "A change had come over him, and he spoke gravely, and with decision.\nAs we walked across the moonlight gravel to the porch he disposed of\nthe situation in a few brisk phrases.", "clean_text": "a change had come over him, and he spoke gravely, and with decision. as we walked across the moonlight gravel to the porch he disposed of the situation in a few brisk phrases.", "token_count": 33, "char_count": 175}
+{"book": "great_gatsby", "title": "Great Gatsby", "paragraph_id": 1322, "text": "“I’ll telephone for a taxi to take you home, and while you’re waiting\nyou and Jordan better go in the kitchen and have them get you some\nsupper—if you want any.” He opened the door. “Come in.”", "clean_text": "“i’ll telephone for a taxi to take you home, and while you’re waiting you and jordan better go in the kitchen and have them get you some supper—if you want any.” he opened the door. “come in.”", "token_count": 37, "char_count": 192}
+{"book": "great_gatsby", "title": "Great Gatsby", "paragraph_id": 1329, "text": "I’d be damned if I’d go in; I’d had enough of all of them for one day,\nand suddenly that included Jordan too. She must have seen something of\nthis in my expression, for she turned abruptly away and ran up the\nporch steps into the house. I sat down for a few minutes with my head\nin my hands, until I heard the phone taken up inside and the butler’s\nvoice calling a taxi. Then I walked slowly down the drive away from\nthe house, intending to wait by the gate.", "clean_text": "i’d be damned if i’d go in; i’d had enough of all of them for one day, and suddenly that included jordan too. she must have seen something of this in my expression, for she turned abruptly away and ran up the porch steps into the house. i sat down for a few minutes with my head in my hands, until i heard the phone taken up inside and the butler’s voice calling a taxi. then i walked slowly down the drive away from the house, intending to wait by the gate.", "token_count": 92, "char_count": 458}
+{"book": "great_gatsby", "title": "Great Gatsby", "paragraph_id": 1330, "text": "I hadn’t gone twenty yards when I heard my name and Gatsby stepped\nfrom between two bushes into the path. I must have felt pretty weird\nby that time, because I could think of nothing except the luminosity\nof his pink suit under the moon.", "clean_text": "i hadn’t gone twenty yards when i heard my name and gatsby stepped from between two bushes into the path. i must have felt pretty weird by that time, because i could think of nothing except the luminosity of his pink suit under the moon.", "token_count": 45, "char_count": 237}
+{"book": "great_gatsby", "title": "Great Gatsby", "paragraph_id": 1333, "text": "Somehow, that seemed a despicable occupation. For all I knew he was\ngoing to rob the house in a moment; I wouldn’t have been surprised to\nsee sinister faces, the faces of “Wolfshiem’s people,” behind him in\nthe dark shrubbery.", "clean_text": "somehow, that seemed a despicable occupation. for all i knew he was going to rob the house in a moment; i wouldn’t have been surprised to see sinister faces, the faces of “wolfshiem’s people,” behind him in the dark shrubbery.", "token_count": 40, "char_count": 226}
+{"book": "great_gatsby", "title": "Great Gatsby", "paragraph_id": 1341, "text": "“I got to West Egg by a side road,” he went on, “and left the car in\nmy garage. I don’t think anybody saw us, but of course I can’t be\nsure.”", "clean_text": "“i got to west egg by a side road,” he went on, “and left the car in my garage. i don’t think anybody saw us, but of course i can’t be sure.”", "token_count": 32, "char_count": 141}
+{"book": "great_gatsby", "title": "Great Gatsby", "paragraph_id": 1347, "text": "“Yes,” he said after a moment, “but of course I’ll say I was. You see,\nwhen we left New York she was very nervous and she thought it would\nsteady her to drive—and this woman rushed out at us just as we were\npassing a car coming the other way. It all happened in a minute, but\nit seemed to me that she wanted to speak to us, thought we were\nsomebody she knew. Well, first Daisy turned away from the woman toward\nthe other car, and then she lost her nerve and turned back. The second\nmy hand reached the wheel I felt the shock—it must have killed her\ninstantly.”", "clean_text": "“yes,” he said after a moment, “but of course i’ll say i was. you see, when we left new york she was very nervous and she thought it would steady her to drive—and this woman rushed out at us just as we were passing a car coming the other way. it all happened in a minute, but it seemed to me that she wanted to speak to us, thought we were somebody she knew. well, first daisy turned away from the woman toward the other car, and then she lost her nerve and turned back. the second my hand reached the wheel i felt the shock—it must have killed her instantly.”", "token_count": 111, "char_count": 560}
+{"book": "great_gatsby", "title": "Great Gatsby", "paragraph_id": 1349, "text": "“Don’t tell me, old sport.” He winced. “Anyhow—Daisy stepped on it. I\ntried to make her stop, but she couldn’t, so I pulled on the emergency\nbrake. Then she fell over into my lap and I drove on.", "clean_text": "“don’t tell me, old sport.” he winced. “anyhow—daisy stepped on it. i tried to make her stop, but she couldn’t, so i pulled on the emergency brake. then she fell over into my lap and i drove on.", "token_count": 38, "char_count": 194}
+{"book": "great_gatsby", "title": "Great Gatsby", "paragraph_id": 1350, "text": "“She’ll be all right tomorrow,” he said presently. “I’m just going to\nwait here and see if he tries to bother her about that unpleasantness\nthis afternoon. She’s locked herself into her room, and if he tries\nany brutality she’s going to turn the light out and on again.”", "clean_text": "“she’ll be all right tomorrow,” he said presently. “i’m just going to wait here and see if he tries to bother her about that unpleasantness this afternoon. she’s locked herself into her room, and if he tries any brutality she’s going to turn the light out and on again.”", "token_count": 49, "char_count": 270}
+{"book": "great_gatsby", "title": "Great Gatsby", "paragraph_id": 1355, "text": "A new point of view occurred to me. Suppose Tom found out that Daisy\nhad been driving. He might think he saw a connection in it—he might\nthink anything. I looked at the house; there were two or three bright\nwindows downstairs and the pink glow from Daisy’s room on the ground\nfloor.", "clean_text": "a new point of view occurred to me. suppose tom found out that daisy had been driving. he might think he saw a connection in it—he might think anything. i looked at the house; there were two or three bright windows downstairs and the pink glow from daisy’s room on the ground floor.", "token_count": 53, "char_count": 282}
+{"book": "great_gatsby", "title": "Great Gatsby", "paragraph_id": 1357, "text": "I walked back along the border of the lawn, traversed the gravel\nsoftly, and tiptoed up the veranda steps. The drawing-room curtains\nwere open, and I saw that the room was empty. Crossing the porch where\nwe had dined that June night three months before, I came to a small\nrectangle of light which I guessed was the pantry window. The blind\nwas drawn, but I found a rift at the sill.", "clean_text": "i walked back along the border of the lawn, traversed the gravel softly, and tiptoed up the veranda steps. the drawing-room curtains were open, and i saw that the room was empty. crossing the porch where we had dined that june night three months before, i came to a small rectangle of light which i guessed was the pantry window. the blind was drawn, but i found a rift at the sill.", "token_count": 72, "char_count": 382}
+{"book": "great_gatsby", "title": "Great Gatsby", "paragraph_id": 1358, "text": "Daisy and Tom were sitting opposite each other at the kitchen table,\nwith a plate of cold fried chicken between them, and two bottles of\nale. He was talking intently across the table at her, and in his\nearnestness his hand had fallen upon and covered her own. Once in a\nwhile she looked up at him and nodded in agreement.", "clean_text": "daisy and tom were sitting opposite each other at the kitchen table, with a plate of cold fried chicken between them, and two bottles of ale. he was talking intently across the table at her, and in his earnestness his hand had fallen upon and covered her own. once in a while she looked up at him and nodded in agreement.", "token_count": 61, "char_count": 321}
+{"book": "great_gatsby", "title": "Great Gatsby", "paragraph_id": 1359, "text": "They weren’t happy, and neither of them had touched the chicken or the\nale—and yet they weren’t unhappy either. There was an unmistakable air\nof natural intimacy about the picture, and anybody would have said\nthat they were conspiring together.", "clean_text": "they weren’t happy, and neither of them had touched the chicken or the ale—and yet they weren’t unhappy either. there was an unmistakable air of natural intimacy about the picture, and anybody would have said that they were conspiring together.", "token_count": 40, "char_count": 244}
+{"book": "great_gatsby", "title": "Great Gatsby", "paragraph_id": 1360, "text": "As I tiptoed from the porch I heard my taxi feeling its way along the\ndark road toward the house. Gatsby was waiting where I had left him in\nthe drive.", "clean_text": "as i tiptoed from the porch i heard my taxi feeling its way along the dark road toward the house. gatsby was waiting where i had left him in the drive.", "token_count": 31, "char_count": 151}
+{"book": "great_gatsby", "title": "Great Gatsby", "paragraph_id": 1365, "text": "He put his hands in his coat pockets and turned back eagerly to his\nscrutiny of the house, as though my presence marred the sacredness of\nthe vigil. So I walked away and left him standing there in the\nmoonlight—watching over nothing.", "clean_text": "he put his hands in his coat pockets and turned back eagerly to his scrutiny of the house, as though my presence marred the sacredness of the vigil. so i walked away and left him standing there in the moonlight—watching over nothing.", "token_count": 42, "char_count": 233}
+{"book": "great_gatsby", "title": "Great Gatsby", "paragraph_id": 1367, "text": "I couldn’t sleep all night; a foghorn was groaning incessantly on the\nSound, and I tossed half-sick between grotesque reality and savage,\nfrightening dreams. Toward dawn I heard a taxi go up Gatsby’s drive,\nand immediately I jumped out of bed and began to dress—I felt that I\nhad something to tell him, something to warn him about, and morning\nwould be too late.", "clean_text": "i couldn’t sleep all night; a foghorn was groaning incessantly on the sound, and i tossed half-sick between grotesque reality and savage, frightening dreams. toward dawn i heard a taxi go up gatsby’s drive, and immediately i jumped out of bed and began to dress—i felt that i had something to tell him, something to warn him about, and morning would be too late.", "token_count": 64, "char_count": 362}
+{"book": "great_gatsby", "title": "Great Gatsby", "paragraph_id": 1370, "text": "His house had never seemed so enormous to me as it did that night when\nwe hunted through the great rooms for cigarettes. We pushed aside\ncurtains that were like pavilions, and felt over innumerable feet of\ndark wall for electric light switches—once I tumbled with a sort of\nsplash upon the keys of a ghostly piano. There was an inexplicable\namount of dust everywhere, and the rooms were musty, as though they\nhadn’t been aired for many days. I found the humidor on an unfamiliar\ntable, with two stale, dry cigarettes inside. Throwing open the French\nwindows of the drawing-room, we sat smoking out into the darkness.", "clean_text": "his house had never seemed so enormous to me as it did that night when we hunted through the great rooms for cigarettes. we pushed aside curtains that were like pavilions, and felt over innumerable feet of dark wall for electric light switches—once i tumbled with a sort of splash upon the keys of a ghostly piano. there was an inexplicable amount of dust everywhere, and the rooms were musty, as though they hadn’t been aired for many days. i found the humidor on an unfamiliar table, with two stale, dry cigarettes inside. throwing open the french windows of the drawing-room, we sat smoking out into the darkness.", "token_count": 108, "char_count": 616}
+{"book": "great_gatsby", "title": "Great Gatsby", "paragraph_id": 1374, "text": "He wouldn’t consider it. He couldn’t possibly leave Daisy until he\nknew what she was going to do. He was clutching at some last hope and\nI couldn’t bear to shake him free.", "clean_text": "he wouldn’t consider it. he couldn’t possibly leave daisy until he knew what she was going to do. he was clutching at some last hope and i couldn’t bear to shake him free.", "token_count": 33, "char_count": 171}
+{"book": "great_gatsby", "title": "Great Gatsby", "paragraph_id": 1375, "text": "It was this night that he told me the strange story of his youth with\nDan Cody—told it to me because “Jay Gatsby” had broken up like glass\nagainst Tom’s hard malice, and the long secret extravaganza was played\nout. I think that he would have acknowledged anything now, without\nreserve, but he wanted to talk about Daisy.", "clean_text": "it was this night that he told me the strange story of his youth with dan cody—told it to me because “jay gatsby” had broken up like glass against tom’s hard malice, and the long secret extravaganza was played out. i think that he would have acknowledged anything now, without reserve, but he wanted to talk about daisy.", "token_count": 58, "char_count": 320}
+{"book": "great_gatsby", "title": "Great Gatsby", "paragraph_id": 1376, "text": "She was the first “nice” girl he had ever known. In various unrevealed\ncapacities he had come in contact with such people, but always with\nindiscernible barbed wire between. He found her excitingly\ndesirable. He went to her house, at first with other officers from\nCamp Taylor, then alone. It amazed him—he had never been in such a\nbeautiful house before. But what gave it an air of breathless\nintensity, was that Daisy lived there—it was as casual a thing to her\nas his tent out at camp was to him. There was a ripe mystery about it,\na hint of bedrooms upstairs more beautiful and cool than other\nbedrooms, of gay and radiant activities taking place through its\ncorridors, and of romances that were not musty and laid away already\nin lavender but fresh and breathing and redolent of this year’s\nshining motorcars and of dances whose flowers were scarcely\nwithered. It excited him, too, that many men had already loved\nDaisy—it increased her value in his eyes. He felt their presence all\nabout the house, pervading the air with the shades and echoes of still\nvibrant emotions.", "clean_text": "she was the first “nice” girl he had ever known. in various unrevealed capacities he had come in contact with such people, but always with indiscernible barbed wire between. he found her excitingly desirable. he went to her house, at first with other officers from camp taylor, then alone. it amazed him—he had never been in such a beautiful house before. but what gave it an air of breathless intensity, was that daisy lived there—it was as casual a thing to her as his tent out at camp was to him. there was a ripe mystery about it, a hint of bedrooms upstairs more beautiful and cool than other bedrooms, of gay and radiant activities taking place through its corridors, and of romances that were not musty and laid away already in lavender but fresh and breathing and redolent of this year’s shining motorcars and of dances whose flowers were scarcely withered. it excited him, too, that many men had already loved daisy—it increased her value in his eyes. he felt their presence all about the house, pervading the air with the shades and echoes of still vibrant emotions.", "token_count": 189, "char_count": 1076}
+{"book": "great_gatsby", "title": "Great Gatsby", "paragraph_id": 1377, "text": "But he knew that he was in Daisy’s house by a colossal\naccident. However glorious might be his future as Jay Gatsby, he was\nat present a penniless young man without a past, and at any moment the\ninvisible cloak of his uniform might slip from his shoulders. So he\nmade the most of his time. He took what he could get, ravenously and\nunscrupulously—eventually he took Daisy one still October night, took\nher because he had no real right to touch her hand.", "clean_text": "but he knew that he was in daisy’s house by a colossal accident. however glorious might be his future as jay gatsby, he was at present a penniless young man without a past, and at any moment the invisible cloak of his uniform might slip from his shoulders. so he made the most of his time. he took what he could get, ravenously and unscrupulously—eventually he took daisy one still october night, took her because he had no real right to touch her hand.", "token_count": 84, "char_count": 453}
+{"book": "great_gatsby", "title": "Great Gatsby", "paragraph_id": 1378, "text": "He might have despised himself, for he had certainly taken her under\nfalse pretences. I don’t mean that he had traded on his phantom\nmillions, but he had deliberately given Daisy a sense of security; he\nlet her believe that he was a person from much the same strata as\nherself—that he was fully able to take care of her. As a matter of\nfact, he had no such facilities—he had no comfortable family standing\nbehind him, and he was liable at the whim of an impersonal government\nto be blown anywhere about the world.", "clean_text": "he might have despised himself, for he had certainly taken her under false pretences. i don’t mean that he had traded on his phantom millions, but he had deliberately given daisy a sense of security; he let her believe that he was a person from much the same strata as herself—that he was fully able to take care of her. as a matter of fact, he had no such facilities—he had no comfortable family standing behind him, and he was liable at the whim of an impersonal government to be blown anywhere about the world.", "token_count": 95, "char_count": 513}
+{"book": "great_gatsby", "title": "Great Gatsby", "paragraph_id": 1379, "text": "But he didn’t despise himself and it didn’t turn out as he had\nimagined. He had intended, probably, to take what he could and go—but\nnow he found that he had committed himself to the following of a\ngrail. He knew that Daisy was extraordinary, but he didn’t realize\njust how extraordinary a “nice” girl could be. She vanished into her\nrich house, into her rich, full life, leaving Gatsby—nothing. He felt\nmarried to her, that was all.", "clean_text": "but he didn’t despise himself and it didn’t turn out as he had imagined. he had intended, probably, to take what he could and go—but now he found that he had committed himself to the following of a grail. he knew that daisy was extraordinary, but he didn’t realize just how extraordinary a “nice” girl could be. she vanished into her rich house, into her rich, full life, leaving gatsby—nothing. he felt married to her, that was all.", "token_count": 78, "char_count": 433}
+{"book": "great_gatsby", "title": "Great Gatsby", "paragraph_id": 1380, "text": "When they met again, two days later, it was Gatsby who was breathless,\nwho was, somehow, betrayed. Her porch was bright with the bought\nluxury of star-shine; the wicker of the settee squeaked fashionably as\nshe turned toward him and he kissed her curious and lovely mouth. She\nhad caught a cold, and it made her voice huskier and more charming\nthan ever, and Gatsby was overwhelmingly aware of the youth and\nmystery that wealth imprisons and preserves, of the freshness of many\nclothes, and of Daisy, gleaming like silver, safe and proud above the\nhot struggles of the poor.", "clean_text": "when they met again, two days later, it was gatsby who was breathless, who was, somehow, betrayed. her porch was bright with the bought luxury of star-shine; the wicker of the settee squeaked fashionably as she turned toward him and he kissed her curious and lovely mouth. she had caught a cold, and it made her voice huskier and more charming than ever, and gatsby was overwhelmingly aware of the youth and mystery that wealth imprisons and preserves, of the freshness of many clothes, and of daisy, gleaming like silver, safe and proud above the hot struggles of the poor.", "token_count": 100, "char_count": 574}
+{"book": "great_gatsby", "title": "Great Gatsby", "paragraph_id": 1382, "text": "“I can’t describe to you how surprised I was to find out I loved her,\nold sport. I even hoped for a while that she’d throw me over, but she\ndidn’t, because she was in love with me too. She thought I knew a lot\nbecause I knew different things from her … Well, there I was, way off\nmy ambitions, getting deeper in love every minute, and all of a sudden\nI didn’t care. What was the use of doing great things if I could have\na better time telling her what I was going to do?”", "clean_text": "“i can’t describe to you how surprised i was to find out i loved her, old sport. i even hoped for a while that she’d throw me over, but she didn’t, because she was in love with me too. she thought i knew a lot because i knew different things from her … well, there i was, way off my ambitions, getting deeper in love every minute, and all of a sudden i didn’t care. what was the use of doing great things if i could have a better time telling her what i was going to do?”", "token_count": 98, "char_count": 471}
+{"book": "great_gatsby", "title": "Great Gatsby", "paragraph_id": 1383, "text": "On the last afternoon before he went abroad, he sat with Daisy in his\narms for a long, silent time. It was a cold fall day, with fire in the\nroom and her cheeks flushed. Now and then she moved and he changed his\narm a little, and once he kissed her dark shining hair. The afternoon\nhad made them tranquil for a while, as if to give them a deep memory\nfor the long parting the next day promised. They had never been closer\nin their month of love, nor communicated more profoundly one with\nanother, than when she brushed silent lips against his coat’s shoulder\nor when he touched the end of her fingers, gently, as though she were\nasleep.", "clean_text": "on the last afternoon before he went abroad, he sat with daisy in his arms for a long, silent time. it was a cold fall day, with fire in the room and her cheeks flushed. now and then she moved and he changed his arm a little, and once he kissed her dark shining hair. the afternoon had made them tranquil for a while, as if to give them a deep memory for the long parting the next day promised. they had never been closer in their month of love, nor communicated more profoundly one with another, than when she brushed silent lips against his coat’s shoulder or when he touched the end of her fingers, gently, as though she were asleep.", "token_count": 122, "char_count": 636}
+{"book": "great_gatsby", "title": "Great Gatsby", "paragraph_id": 1385, "text": "He did extraordinarily well in the war. He was a captain before he\nwent to the front, and following the Argonne battles he got his\nmajority and the command of the divisional machine-guns. After the\narmistice he tried frantically to get home, but some complication or\nmisunderstanding sent him to Oxford instead. He was worried now—there\nwas a quality of nervous despair in Daisy’s letters. She didn’t see\nwhy he couldn’t come. She was feeling the pressure of the world\noutside, and she wanted to see him and feel his presence beside her\nand be reassured that she was doing the right thing after all.", "clean_text": "he did extraordinarily well in the war. he was a captain before he went to the front, and following the argonne battles he got his majority and the command of the divisional machine-guns. after the armistice he tried frantically to get home, but some complication or misunderstanding sent him to oxford instead. he was worried now—there was a quality of nervous despair in daisy’s letters. she didn’t see why he couldn’t come. she was feeling the pressure of the world outside, and she wanted to see him and feel his presence beside her and be reassured that she was doing the right thing after all.", "token_count": 105, "char_count": 599}
+{"book": "great_gatsby", "title": "Great Gatsby", "paragraph_id": 1386, "text": "For Daisy was young and her artificial world was redolent of orchids\nand pleasant, cheerful snobbery and orchestras which set the rhythm of\nthe year, summing up the sadness and suggestiveness of life in new\ntunes. All night the saxophones wailed the hopeless comment of the\n“Beale Street Blues” while a hundred pairs of golden and silver\nslippers shuffled the shining dust. At the grey tea hour there were\nalways rooms that throbbed incessantly with this low, sweet fever,\nwhile fresh faces drifted here and there like rose petals blown by the\nsad horns around the floor.", "clean_text": "for daisy was young and her artificial world was redolent of orchids and pleasant, cheerful snobbery and orchestras which set the rhythm of the year, summing up the sadness and suggestiveness of life in new tunes. all night the saxophones wailed the hopeless comment of the “beale street blues” while a hundred pairs of golden and silver slippers shuffled the shining dust. at the grey tea hour there were always rooms that throbbed incessantly with this low, sweet fever, while fresh faces drifted here and there like rose petals blown by the sad horns around the floor.", "token_count": 97, "char_count": 571}
+{"book": "great_gatsby", "title": "Great Gatsby", "paragraph_id": 1387, "text": "Through this twilight universe Daisy began to move again with the\nseason; suddenly she was again keeping half a dozen dates a day with\nhalf a dozen men, and drowsing asleep at dawn with the beads and\nchiffon of an evening-dress tangled among dying orchids on the floor\nbeside her bed. And all the time something within her was crying for a\ndecision. She wanted her life shaped now, immediately—and the decision\nmust be made by some force—of love, of money, of unquestionable\npracticality—that was close at hand.", "clean_text": "through this twilight universe daisy began to move again with the season; suddenly she was again keeping half a dozen dates a day with half a dozen men, and drowsing asleep at dawn with the beads and chiffon of an evening-dress tangled among dying orchids on the floor beside her bed. and all the time something within her was crying for a decision. she wanted her life shaped now, immediately—and the decision must be made by some force—of love, of money, of unquestionable practicality—that was close at hand.", "token_count": 88, "char_count": 511}
+{"book": "great_gatsby", "title": "Great Gatsby", "paragraph_id": 1388, "text": "That force took shape in the middle of spring with the arrival of Tom\nBuchanan. There was a wholesome bulkiness about his person and his\nposition, and Daisy was flattered. Doubtless there was a certain\nstruggle and a certain relief. The letter reached Gatsby while he was\nstill at Oxford.", "clean_text": "that force took shape in the middle of spring with the arrival of tom buchanan. there was a wholesome bulkiness about his person and his position, and daisy was flattered. doubtless there was a certain struggle and a certain relief. the letter reached gatsby while he was still at oxford.", "token_count": 50, "char_count": 288}
+{"book": "great_gatsby", "title": "Great Gatsby", "paragraph_id": 1390, "text": "It was dawn now on Long Island and we went about opening the rest of\nthe windows downstairs, filling the house with grey-turning,\ngold-turning light. The shadow of a tree fell abruptly across the dew\nand ghostly birds began to sing among the blue leaves. There was a\nslow, pleasant movement in the air, scarcely a wind, promising a cool,\nlovely day.", "clean_text": "it was dawn now on long island and we went about opening the rest of the windows downstairs, filling the house with grey-turning, gold-turning light. the shadow of a tree fell abruptly across the dew and ghostly birds began to sing among the blue leaves. there was a slow, pleasant movement in the air, scarcely a wind, promising a cool, lovely day.", "token_count": 62, "char_count": 349}
+{"book": "great_gatsby", "title": "Great Gatsby", "paragraph_id": 1391, "text": "“I don’t think she ever loved him.” Gatsby turned around from a window\nand looked at me challengingly. “You must remember, old sport, she was\nvery excited this afternoon. He told her those things in a way that\nfrightened her—that made it look as if I was some kind of cheap\nsharper. And the result was she hardly knew what she was saying.”", "clean_text": "“i don’t think she ever loved him.” gatsby turned around from a window and looked at me challengingly. “you must remember, old sport, she was very excited this afternoon. he told her those things in a way that frightened her—that made it look as if i was some kind of cheap sharper. and the result was she hardly knew what she was saying.”", "token_count": 63, "char_count": 339}
+{"book": "great_gatsby", "title": "Great Gatsby", "paragraph_id": 1397, "text": "He came back from France when Tom and Daisy were still on their\nwedding trip, and made a miserable but irresistible journey to\nLouisville on the last of his army pay. He stayed there a week,\nwalking the streets where their footsteps had clicked together through\nthe November night and revisiting the out-of-the-way places to which\nthey had driven in her white car. Just as Daisy’s house had always\nseemed to him more mysterious and gay than other houses, so his idea\nof the city itself, even though she was gone from it, was pervaded\nwith a melancholy beauty.", "clean_text": "he came back from france when tom and daisy were still on their wedding trip, and made a miserable but irresistible journey to louisville on the last of his army pay. he stayed there a week, walking the streets where their footsteps had clicked together through the november night and revisiting the out-of-the-way places to which they had driven in her white car. just as daisy’s house had always seemed to him more mysterious and gay than other houses, so his idea of the city itself, even though she was gone from it, was pervaded with a melancholy beauty.", "token_count": 99, "char_count": 559}
+{"book": "great_gatsby", "title": "Great Gatsby", "paragraph_id": 1398, "text": "He left feeling that if he had searched harder, he might have found\nher—that he was leaving her behind. The day-coach—he was penniless\nnow—was hot. He went out to the open vestibule and sat down on a\nfolding-chair, and the station slid away and the backs of unfamiliar\nbuildings moved by. Then out into the spring fields, where a yellow\ntrolley raced them for a minute with people in it who might once have\nseen the pale magic of her face along the casual street.", "clean_text": "he left feeling that if he had searched harder, he might have found her—that he was leaving her behind. the day-coach—he was penniless now—was hot. he went out to the open vestibule and sat down on a folding-chair, and the station slid away and the backs of unfamiliar buildings moved by. then out into the spring fields, where a yellow trolley raced them for a minute with people in it who might once have seen the pale magic of her face along the casual street.", "token_count": 85, "char_count": 463}
+{"book": "great_gatsby", "title": "Great Gatsby", "paragraph_id": 1399, "text": "The track curved and now it was going away from the sun, which, as it\nsank lower, seemed to spread itself in benediction over the vanishing\ncity where she had drawn her breath. He stretched out his hand\ndesperately as if to snatch only a wisp of air, to save a fragment of\nthe spot that she had made lovely for him. But it was all going by too\nfast now for his blurred eyes and he knew that he had lost that part\nof it, the freshest and the best, forever.", "clean_text": "the track curved and now it was going away from the sun, which, as it sank lower, seemed to spread itself in benediction over the vanishing city where she had drawn her breath. he stretched out his hand desperately as if to snatch only a wisp of air, to save a fragment of the spot that she had made lovely for him. but it was all going by too fast now for his blurred eyes and he knew that he had lost that part of it, the freshest and the best, forever.", "token_count": 92, "char_count": 455}
+{"book": "great_gatsby", "title": "Great Gatsby", "paragraph_id": 1400, "text": "It was nine o’clock when we finished breakfast and went out on the\nporch. The night had made a sharp difference in the weather and there\nwas an autumn flavour in the air. The gardener, the last one of\nGatsby’s former servants, came to the foot of the steps.", "clean_text": "it was nine o’clock when we finished breakfast and went out on the porch. the night had made a sharp difference in the weather and there was an autumn flavour in the air. the gardener, the last one of gatsby’s former servants, came to the foot of the steps.", "token_count": 49, "char_count": 257}
+{"book": "great_gatsby", "title": "Great Gatsby", "paragraph_id": 1405, "text": "I didn’t want to go to the city. I wasn’t worth a decent stroke of\nwork, but it was more than that—I didn’t want to leave Gatsby. I\nmissed that train, and then another, before I could get myself away.", "clean_text": "i didn’t want to go to the city. i wasn’t worth a decent stroke of work, but it was more than that—i didn’t want to leave gatsby. i missed that train, and then another, before i could get myself away.", "token_count": 40, "char_count": 200}
+{"book": "great_gatsby", "title": "Great Gatsby", "paragraph_id": 1415, "text": "I’ve always been glad I said that. It was the only compliment I ever\ngave him, because I disapproved of him from beginning to end. First he\nnodded politely, and then his face broke into that radiant and\nunderstanding smile, as if we’d been in ecstatic cahoots on that fact\nall the time. His gorgeous pink rag of a suit made a bright spot of\ncolour against the white steps, and I thought of the night when I\nfirst came to his ancestral home, three months before. The lawn and\ndrive had been crowded with the faces of those who guessed at his\ncorruption—and he had stood on those steps, concealing his\nincorruptible dream, as he waved them goodbye.", "clean_text": "i’ve always been glad i said that. it was the only compliment i ever gave him, because i disapproved of him from beginning to end. first he nodded politely, and then his face broke into that radiant and understanding smile, as if we’d been in ecstatic cahoots on that fact all the time. his gorgeous pink rag of a suit made a bright spot of colour against the white steps, and i thought of the night when i first came to his ancestral home, three months before. the lawn and drive had been crowded with the faces of those who guessed at his corruption—and he had stood on those steps, concealing his incorruptible dream, as he waved them goodbye.", "token_count": 119, "char_count": 646}
+{"book": "great_gatsby", "title": "Great Gatsby", "paragraph_id": 1419, "text": "Up in the city, I tried for a while to list the quotations on an\ninterminable amount of stock, then I fell asleep in my swivel-chair.\nJust before noon the phone woke me, and I started up with sweat\nbreaking out on my forehead. It was Jordan Baker; she often called me\nup at this hour because the uncertainty of her own movements between\nhotels and clubs and private houses made her hard to find in any other\nway. Usually her voice came over the wire as something fresh and cool,\nas if a divot from a green golf-links had come sailing in at the\noffice window, but this morning it seemed harsh and dry.", "clean_text": "up in the city, i tried for a while to list the quotations on an interminable amount of stock, then i fell asleep in my swivel-chair. just before noon the phone woke me, and i started up with sweat breaking out on my forehead. it was jordan baker; she often called me up at this hour because the uncertainty of her own movements between hotels and clubs and private houses made her hard to find in any other way. usually her voice came over the wire as something fresh and cool, as if a divot from a green golf-links had come sailing in at the office window, but this morning it seemed harsh and dry.", "token_count": 115, "char_count": 600}
+{"book": "great_gatsby", "title": "Great Gatsby", "paragraph_id": 1431, "text": "We talked like that for a while, and then abruptly we weren’t talking\nany longer. I don’t know which of us hung up with a sharp click, but I\nknow I didn’t care. I couldn’t have talked to her across a tea-table\nthat day if I never talked to her again in this world.", "clean_text": "we talked like that for a while, and then abruptly we weren’t talking any longer. i don’t know which of us hung up with a sharp click, but i know i didn’t care. i couldn’t have talked to her across a tea-table that day if i never talked to her again in this world.", "token_count": 54, "char_count": 264}
+{"book": "great_gatsby", "title": "Great Gatsby", "paragraph_id": 1432, "text": "I called Gatsby’s house a few minutes later, but the line was busy. I\ntried four times; finally an exasperated central told me the wire was\nbeing kept open for long distance from Detroit. Taking out my\ntimetable, I drew a small circle around the three-fifty train. Then I\nleaned back in my chair and tried to think. It was just noon.", "clean_text": "i called gatsby’s house a few minutes later, but the line was busy. i tried four times; finally an exasperated central told me the wire was being kept open for long distance from detroit. taking out my timetable, i drew a small circle around the three-fifty train. then i leaned back in my chair and tried to think. it was just noon.", "token_count": 62, "char_count": 333}
+{"book": "great_gatsby", "title": "Great Gatsby", "paragraph_id": 1434, "text": "When I passed the ash-heaps on the train that morning I had crossed\ndeliberately to the other side of the car. I supposed there’d be a\ncurious crowd around there all day with little boys searching for dark\nspots in the dust, and some garrulous man telling over and over what\nhad happened, until it became less and less real even to him and he\ncould tell it no longer, and Myrtle Wilson’s tragic achievement was\nforgotten. Now I want to go back a little and tell what happened at\nthe garage after we left there the night before.", "clean_text": "when i passed the ash-heaps on the train that morning i had crossed deliberately to the other side of the car. i supposed there’d be a curious crowd around there all day with little boys searching for dark spots in the dust, and some garrulous man telling over and over what had happened, until it became less and less real even to him and he could tell it no longer, and myrtle wilson’s tragic achievement was forgotten. now i want to go back a little and tell what happened at the garage after we left there the night before.", "token_count": 99, "char_count": 527}
+{"book": "great_gatsby", "title": "Great Gatsby", "paragraph_id": 1435, "text": "They had difficulty in locating the sister, Catherine. She must have\nbroken her rule against drinking that night, for when she arrived she\nwas stupid with liquor and unable to understand that the ambulance had\nalready gone to Flushing. When they convinced her of this, she\nimmediately fainted, as if that was the intolerable part of the\naffair. Someone, kind or curious, took her in his car and drove her in\nthe wake of her sister’s body.", "clean_text": "they had difficulty in locating the sister, catherine. she must have broken her rule against drinking that night, for when she arrived she was stupid with liquor and unable to understand that the ambulance had already gone to flushing. when they convinced her of this, she immediately fainted, as if that was the intolerable part of the affair. someone, kind or curious, took her in his car and drove her in the wake of her sister’s body.", "token_count": 77, "char_count": 438}
+{"book": "great_gatsby", "title": "Great Gatsby", "paragraph_id": 1436, "text": "Until long after midnight a changing crowd lapped up against the front\nof the garage, while George Wilson rocked himself back and forth on\nthe couch inside. For a while the door of the office was open, and\neveryone who came into the garage glanced irresistibly through it.\nFinally someone said it was a shame, and closed the door. Michaelis\nand several other men were with him; first, four or five men, later\ntwo or three men. Still later Michaelis had to ask the last stranger\nto wait there fifteen minutes longer, while he went back to his own\nplace and made a pot of coffee. After that, he stayed there alone with\nWilson until dawn.", "clean_text": "until long after midnight a changing crowd lapped up against the front of the garage, while george wilson rocked himself back and forth on the couch inside. for a while the door of the office was open, and everyone who came into the garage glanced irresistibly through it. finally someone said it was a shame, and closed the door. michaelis and several other men were with him; first, four or five men, later two or three men. still later michaelis had to ask the last stranger to wait there fifteen minutes longer, while he went back to his own place and made a pot of coffee. after that, he stayed there alone with wilson until dawn.", "token_count": 116, "char_count": 635}
+{"book": "great_gatsby", "title": "Great Gatsby", "paragraph_id": 1437, "text": "About three o’clock the quality of Wilson’s incoherent muttering\nchanged—he grew quieter and began to talk about the yellow car. He\nannounced that he had a way of finding out whom the yellow car\nbelonged to, and then he blurted out that a couple of months ago his\nwife had come from the city with her face bruised and her nose\nswollen.", "clean_text": "about three o’clock the quality of wilson’s incoherent muttering changed—he grew quieter and began to talk about the yellow car. he announced that he had a way of finding out whom the yellow car belonged to, and then he blurted out that a couple of months ago his wife had come from the city with her face bruised and her nose swollen.", "token_count": 62, "char_count": 335}
+{"book": "great_gatsby", "title": "Great Gatsby", "paragraph_id": 1442, "text": "The hard brown beetles kept thudding against the dull light, and\nwhenever Michaelis heard a car go tearing along the road outside it\nsounded to him like the car that hadn’t stopped a few hours before.\nHe didn’t like to go into the garage, because the work bench was\nstained where the body had been lying, so he moved uncomfortably\naround the office—he knew every object in it before morning—and from\ntime to time sat down beside Wilson trying to keep him more quiet.", "clean_text": "the hard brown beetles kept thudding against the dull light, and whenever michaelis heard a car go tearing along the road outside it sounded to him like the car that hadn’t stopped a few hours before. he didn’t like to go into the garage, because the work bench was stained where the body had been lying, so he moved uncomfortably around the office—he knew every object in it before morning—and from time to time sat down beside wilson trying to keep him more quiet.", "token_count": 84, "char_count": 466}
+{"book": "great_gatsby", "title": "Great Gatsby", "paragraph_id": 1443, "text": "“Have you got a church you go to sometimes, George? Maybe even if you\nhaven’t been there for a long time? Maybe I could call up the church\nand get a priest to come over and he could talk to you, see?”", "clean_text": "“have you got a church you go to sometimes, george? maybe even if you haven’t been there for a long time? maybe i could call up the church and get a priest to come over and he could talk to you, see?”", "token_count": 42, "char_count": 200}
+{"book": "great_gatsby", "title": "Great Gatsby", "paragraph_id": 1445, "text": "“You ought to have a church, George, for times like this. You must\nhave gone to church once. Didn’t you get married in a church? Listen,\nGeorge, listen to me. Didn’t you get married in a church?”", "clean_text": "“you ought to have a church, george, for times like this. you must have gone to church once. didn’t you get married in a church? listen, george, listen to me. didn’t you get married in a church?”", "token_count": 37, "char_count": 195}
+{"book": "great_gatsby", "title": "Great Gatsby", "paragraph_id": 1457, "text": "Michaelis didn’t see anything odd in that, and he gave Wilson a dozen\nreasons why his wife might have bought the dog-leash. But conceivably\nWilson had heard some of these same explanations before, from Myrtle,\nbecause he began saying “Oh, my God!” again in a whisper—his comforter\nleft several explanations in the air.", "clean_text": "michaelis didn’t see anything odd in that, and he gave wilson a dozen reasons why his wife might have bought the dog-leash. but conceivably wilson had heard some of these same explanations before, from myrtle, because he began saying “oh, my god!” again in a whisper—his comforter left several explanations in the air.", "token_count": 53, "char_count": 318}
+{"book": "great_gatsby", "title": "Great Gatsby", "paragraph_id": 1465, "text": "“I know,” he said definitely. “I’m one of these trusting fellas and I\ndon’t think any harm to nobody, but when I get to know a thing I know\nit. It was the man in that car. She ran out to speak to him and he\nwouldn’t stop.”", "clean_text": "“i know,” he said definitely. “i’m one of these trusting fellas and i don’t think any harm to nobody, but when i get to know a thing i know it. it was the man in that car. she ran out to speak to him and he wouldn’t stop.”", "token_count": 48, "char_count": 222}
+{"book": "great_gatsby", "title": "Great Gatsby", "paragraph_id": 1466, "text": "Michaelis had seen this too, but it hadn’t occurred to him that there\nwas any special significance in it. He believed that Mrs. Wilson had\nbeen running away from her husband, rather than trying to stop any\nparticular car.", "clean_text": "michaelis had seen this too, but it hadn’t occurred to him that there was any special significance in it. he believed that mrs. wilson had been running away from her husband, rather than trying to stop any particular car.", "token_count": 39, "char_count": 221}
+{"book": "great_gatsby", "title": "Great Gatsby", "paragraph_id": 1471, "text": "This was a forlorn hope—he was almost sure that Wilson had no friend:\nthere was not enough of him for his wife. He was glad a little later\nwhen he noticed a change in the room, a blue quickening by the window,\nand realized that dawn wasn’t far off. About five o’clock it was blue\nenough outside to snap off the light.", "clean_text": "this was a forlorn hope—he was almost sure that wilson had no friend: there was not enough of him for his wife. he was glad a little later when he noticed a change in the room, a blue quickening by the window, and realized that dawn wasn’t far off. about five o’clock it was blue enough outside to snap off the light.", "token_count": 62, "char_count": 317}
+{"book": "great_gatsby", "title": "Great Gatsby", "paragraph_id": 1473, "text": "“I spoke to her,” he muttered, after a long silence. “I told her she\nmight fool me but she couldn’t fool God. I took her to the\nwindow”—with an effort he got up and walked to the rear window and\nleaned with his face pressed against it—“and I said ‘God knows what\nyou’ve been doing, everything you’ve been doing. You may fool me, but\nyou can’t fool God!’ ”", "clean_text": "“i spoke to her,” he muttered, after a long silence. “i told her she might fool me but she couldn’t fool god. i took her to the window”—with an effort he got up and walked to the rear window and leaned with his face pressed against it—“and i said ‘god knows what you’ve been doing, everything you’ve been doing. you may fool me, but you can’t fool god!’ ”", "token_count": 69, "char_count": 355}
+{"book": "great_gatsby", "title": "Great Gatsby", "paragraph_id": 1474, "text": "Standing behind him, Michaelis saw with a shock that he was looking at\nthe eyes of Doctor T. J. Eckleburg, which had just emerged, pale and\nenormous, from the dissolving night.", "clean_text": "standing behind him, michaelis saw with a shock that he was looking at the eyes of doctor t. j. eckleburg, which had just emerged, pale and enormous, from the dissolving night.", "token_count": 31, "char_count": 176}
+{"book": "great_gatsby", "title": "Great Gatsby", "paragraph_id": 1476, "text": "“That’s an advertisement,” Michaelis assured him. Something made him\nturn away from the window and look back into the room. But Wilson\nstood there a long time, his face close to the window pane, nodding\ninto the twilight.", "clean_text": "“that’s an advertisement,” michaelis assured him. something made him turn away from the window and look back into the room. but wilson stood there a long time, his face close to the window pane, nodding into the twilight.", "token_count": 38, "char_count": 221}
+{"book": "great_gatsby", "title": "Great Gatsby", "paragraph_id": 1478, "text": "By six o’clock Michaelis was worn out, and grateful for the sound of a\ncar stopping outside. It was one of the watchers of the night before\nwho had promised to come back, so he cooked breakfast for three, which\nhe and the other man ate together. Wilson was quieter now, and\nMichaelis went home to sleep; when he awoke four hours later and\nhurried back to the garage, Wilson was gone.", "clean_text": "by six o’clock michaelis was worn out, and grateful for the sound of a car stopping outside. it was one of the watchers of the night before who had promised to come back, so he cooked breakfast for three, which he and the other man ate together. wilson was quieter now, and michaelis went home to sleep; when he awoke four hours later and hurried back to the garage, wilson was gone.", "token_count": 72, "char_count": 383}
+{"book": "great_gatsby", "title": "Great Gatsby", "paragraph_id": 1479, "text": "His movements—he was on foot all the time—were afterward traced to\nPort Roosevelt and then to Gad’s Hill, where he bought a sandwich that\nhe didn’t eat, and a cup of coffee. He must have been tired and\nwalking slowly, for he didn’t reach Gad’s Hill until noon. Thus far\nthere was no difficulty in accounting for his time—there were boys who\nhad seen a man “acting sort of crazy,” and motorists at whom he stared\noddly from the side of the road. Then for three hours he disappeared\nfrom view. The police, on the strength of what he said to Michaelis,\nthat he “had a way of finding out,” supposed that he spent that time\ngoing from garage to garage thereabout, inquiring for a yellow car. On\nthe other hand, no garage man who had seen him ever came forward, and\nperhaps he had an easier, surer way of finding out what he wanted to\nknow. By half-past two he was in West Egg, where he asked someone the\nway to Gatsby’s house. So by that time he knew Gatsby’s name.", "clean_text": "his movements—he was on foot all the time—were afterward traced to port roosevelt and then to gad’s hill, where he bought a sandwich that he didn’t eat, and a cup of coffee. he must have been tired and walking slowly, for he didn’t reach gad’s hill until noon. thus far there was no difficulty in accounting for his time—there were boys who had seen a man “acting sort of crazy,” and motorists at whom he stared oddly from the side of the road. then for three hours he disappeared from view. the police, on the strength of what he said to michaelis, that he “had a way of finding out,” supposed that he spent that time going from garage to garage thereabout, inquiring for a yellow car. on the other hand, no garage man who had seen him ever came forward, and perhaps he had an easier, surer way of finding out what he wanted to know. by half-past two he was in west egg, where he asked someone the way to gatsby’s house. so by that time he knew gatsby’s name.", "token_count": 182, "char_count": 960}
+{"book": "great_gatsby", "title": "Great Gatsby", "paragraph_id": 1481, "text": "At two o’clock Gatsby put on his bathing-suit and left word with the\nbutler that if anyone phoned word was to be brought to him at the\npool. He stopped at the garage for a pneumatic mattress that had\namused his guests during the summer, and the chauffeur helped him to\npump it up. Then he gave instructions that the open car wasn’t to be\ntaken out under any circumstances—and this was strange, because the\nfront right fender needed repair.", "clean_text": "at two o’clock gatsby put on his bathing-suit and left word with the butler that if anyone phoned word was to be brought to him at the pool. he stopped at the garage for a pneumatic mattress that had amused his guests during the summer, and the chauffeur helped him to pump it up. then he gave instructions that the open car wasn’t to be taken out under any circumstances—and this was strange, because the front right fender needed repair.", "token_count": 80, "char_count": 439}
+{"book": "great_gatsby", "title": "Great Gatsby", "paragraph_id": 1482, "text": "Gatsby shouldered the mattress and started for the pool. Once he\nstopped and shifted it a little, and the chauffeur asked him if he\nneeded help, but he shook his head and in a moment disappeared among\nthe yellowing trees.", "clean_text": "gatsby shouldered the mattress and started for the pool. once he stopped and shifted it a little, and the chauffeur asked him if he needed help, but he shook his head and in a moment disappeared among the yellowing trees.", "token_count": 40, "char_count": 221}
+{"book": "great_gatsby", "title": "Great Gatsby", "paragraph_id": 1483, "text": "No telephone message arrived, but the butler went without his sleep\nand waited for it until four o’clock—until long after there was anyone\nto give it to if it came. I have an idea that Gatsby himself didn’t\nbelieve it would come, and perhaps he no longer cared. If that was\ntrue he must have felt that he had lost the old warm world, paid a\nhigh price for living too long with a single dream. He must have\nlooked up at an unfamiliar sky through frightening leaves and shivered\nas he found what a grotesque thing a rose is and how raw the sunlight\nwas upon the scarcely created grass. A new world, material without\nbeing real, where poor ghosts, breathing dreams like air, drifted\nfortuitously about … like that ashen, fantastic figure gliding toward\nhim through the amorphous trees.", "clean_text": "no telephone message arrived, but the butler went without his sleep and waited for it until four o’clock—until long after there was anyone to give it to if it came. i have an idea that gatsby himself didn’t believe it would come, and perhaps he no longer cared. if that was true he must have felt that he had lost the old warm world, paid a high price for living too long with a single dream. he must have looked up at an unfamiliar sky through frightening leaves and shivered as he found what a grotesque thing a rose is and how raw the sunlight was upon the scarcely created grass. a new world, material without being real, where poor ghosts, breathing dreams like air, drifted fortuitously about … like that ashen, fantastic figure gliding toward him through the amorphous trees.", "token_count": 141, "char_count": 782}
+{"book": "great_gatsby", "title": "Great Gatsby", "paragraph_id": 1484, "text": "The chauffeur—he was one of Wolfshiem’s protégés—heard the\nshots—afterwards he could only say that he hadn’t thought anything\nmuch about them. I drove from the station directly to Gatsby’s house\nand my rushing anxiously up the front steps was the first thing that\nalarmed anyone. But they knew then, I firmly believe. With scarcely a\nword said, four of us, the chauffeur, butler, gardener, and I hurried\ndown to the pool.", "clean_text": "the chauffeur—he was one of wolfshiem’s protégés—heard the shots—afterwards he could only say that he hadn’t thought anything much about them. i drove from the station directly to gatsby’s house and my rushing anxiously up the front steps was the first thing that alarmed anyone. but they knew then, i firmly believe. with scarcely a word said, four of us, the chauffeur, butler, gardener, and i hurried down to the pool.", "token_count": 71, "char_count": 421}
+{"book": "great_gatsby", "title": "Great Gatsby", "paragraph_id": 1485, "text": "There was a faint, barely perceptible movement of the water as the\nfresh flow from one end urged its way toward the drain at the other.\nWith little ripples that were hardly the shadows of waves, the laden\nmattress moved irregularly down the pool. A small gust of wind that\nscarcely corrugated the surface was enough to disturb its accidental\ncourse with its accidental burden. The touch of a cluster of leaves\nrevolved it slowly, tracing, like the leg of transit, a thin red\ncircle in the water.", "clean_text": "there was a faint, barely perceptible movement of the water as the fresh flow from one end urged its way toward the drain at the other. with little ripples that were hardly the shadows of waves, the laden mattress moved irregularly down the pool. a small gust of wind that scarcely corrugated the surface was enough to disturb its accidental course with its accidental burden. the touch of a cluster of leaves revolved it slowly, tracing, like the leg of transit, a thin red circle in the water.", "token_count": 88, "char_count": 495}
+{"book": "great_gatsby", "title": "Great Gatsby", "paragraph_id": 1488, "text": "After two years I remember the rest of that day, and that night and\nthe next day, only as an endless drill of police and photographers and\nnewspaper men in and out of Gatsby’s front door. A rope stretched\nacross the main gate and a policeman by it kept out the curious, but\nlittle boys soon discovered that they could enter through my yard, and\nthere were always a few of them clustered open-mouthed about the\npool. Someone with a positive manner, perhaps a detective, used the\nexpression “madman” as he bent over Wilson’s body that afternoon, and\nthe adventitious authority of his voice set the key for the newspaper\nreports next morning.", "clean_text": "after two years i remember the rest of that day, and that night and the next day, only as an endless drill of police and photographers and newspaper men in and out of gatsby’s front door. a rope stretched across the main gate and a policeman by it kept out the curious, but little boys soon discovered that they could enter through my yard, and there were always a few of them clustered open-mouthed about the pool. someone with a positive manner, perhaps a detective, used the expression “madman” as he bent over wilson’s body that afternoon, and the adventitious authority of his voice set the key for the newspaper reports next morning.", "token_count": 113, "char_count": 639}
+{"book": "great_gatsby", "title": "Great Gatsby", "paragraph_id": 1489, "text": "Most of those reports were a nightmare—grotesque, circumstantial,\neager, and untrue. When Michaelis’s testimony at the inquest brought\nto light Wilson’s suspicions of his wife I thought the whole tale\nwould shortly be served up in racy pasquinade—but Catherine, who might\nhave said anything, didn’t say a word. She showed a surprising amount\nof character about it too—looked at the coroner with determined eyes\nunder that corrected brow of hers, and swore that her sister had never\nseen Gatsby, that her sister was completely happy with her husband,\nthat her sister had been into no mischief whatever. She convinced\nherself of it, and cried into her handkerchief, as if the very\nsuggestion was more than she could endure. So Wilson was reduced to a\nman “deranged by grief” in order that the case might remain in its\nsimplest form. And it rested there.", "clean_text": "most of those reports were a nightmare—grotesque, circumstantial, eager, and untrue. when michaelis’s testimony at the inquest brought to light wilson’s suspicions of his wife i thought the whole tale would shortly be served up in racy pasquinade—but catherine, who might have said anything, didn’t say a word. she showed a surprising amount of character about it too—looked at the coroner with determined eyes under that corrected brow of hers, and swore that her sister had never seen gatsby, that her sister was completely happy with her husband, that her sister had been into no mischief whatever. she convinced herself of it, and cried into her handkerchief, as if the very suggestion was more than she could endure. so wilson was reduced to a man “deranged by grief” in order that the case might remain in its simplest form. and it rested there.", "token_count": 143, "char_count": 851}
+{"book": "great_gatsby", "title": "Great Gatsby", "paragraph_id": 1490, "text": "But all this part of it seemed remote and unessential. I found myself\non Gatsby’s side, and alone. From the moment I telephoned news of the\ncatastrophe to West Egg village, every surmise about him, and every\npractical question, was referred to me. At first I was surprised and\nconfused; then, as he lay in his house and didn’t move or breathe or\nspeak, hour upon hour, it grew upon me that I was responsible, because\nno one else was interested—interested, I mean, with that intense\npersonal interest to which everyone has some vague right at the end.", "clean_text": "but all this part of it seemed remote and unessential. i found myself on gatsby’s side, and alone. from the moment i telephoned news of the catastrophe to west egg village, every surmise about him, and every practical question, was referred to me. at first i was surprised and confused; then, as he lay in his house and didn’t move or breathe or speak, hour upon hour, it grew upon me that i was responsible, because no one else was interested—interested, i mean, with that intense personal interest to which everyone has some vague right at the end.", "token_count": 98, "char_count": 550}
+{"book": "great_gatsby", "title": "Great Gatsby", "paragraph_id": 1491, "text": "I called up Daisy half an hour after we found him, called her\ninstinctively and without hesitation. But she and Tom had gone away\nearly that afternoon, and taken baggage with them.", "clean_text": "i called up daisy half an hour after we found him, called her instinctively and without hesitation. but she and tom had gone away early that afternoon, and taken baggage with them.", "token_count": 32, "char_count": 180}
+{"book": "great_gatsby", "title": "Great Gatsby", "paragraph_id": 1498, "text": "I wanted to get somebody for him. I wanted to go into the room where\nhe lay and reassure him: “I’ll get somebody for you, Gatsby. Don’t\nworry. Just trust me and I’ll get somebody for you—”", "clean_text": "i wanted to get somebody for him. i wanted to go into the room where he lay and reassure him: “i’ll get somebody for you, gatsby. don’t worry. just trust me and i’ll get somebody for you—”", "token_count": 37, "char_count": 188}
+{"book": "great_gatsby", "title": "Great Gatsby", "paragraph_id": 1499, "text": "Meyer Wolfshiem’s name wasn’t in the phone book. The butler gave me\nhis office address on Broadway, and I called Information, but by the\ntime I had the number it was long after five, and no one answered the\nphone.", "clean_text": "meyer wolfshiem’s name wasn’t in the phone book. the butler gave me his office address on broadway, and i called information, but by the time i had the number it was long after five, and no one answered the phone.", "token_count": 40, "char_count": 213}
+{"book": "great_gatsby", "title": "Great Gatsby", "paragraph_id": 1504, "text": "I went back to the drawing-room and thought for an instant that they\nwere chance visitors, all these official people who suddenly filled\nit. But, though they drew back the sheet and looked at Gatsby with\nshocked eyes, his protest continued in my brain:", "clean_text": "i went back to the drawing-room and thought for an instant that they were chance visitors, all these official people who suddenly filled it. but, though they drew back the sheet and looked at gatsby with shocked eyes, his protest continued in my brain:", "token_count": 44, "char_count": 252}
+{"book": "great_gatsby", "title": "Great Gatsby", "paragraph_id": 1506, "text": "Someone started to ask me questions, but I broke away and going\nupstairs looked hastily through the unlocked parts of his desk—he’d\nnever told me definitely that his parents were dead. But there was\nnothing—only the picture of Dan Cody, a token of forgotten violence,\nstaring down from the wall.", "clean_text": "someone started to ask me questions, but i broke away and going upstairs looked hastily through the unlocked parts of his desk—he’d never told me definitely that his parents were dead. but there was nothing—only the picture of dan cody, a token of forgotten violence, staring down from the wall.", "token_count": 50, "char_count": 295}
+{"book": "great_gatsby", "title": "Great Gatsby", "paragraph_id": 1507, "text": "Next morning I sent the butler to New York with a letter to Wolfshiem,\nwhich asked for information and urged him to come out on the next\ntrain. That request seemed superfluous when I wrote it. I was sure\nhe’d start when he saw the newspapers, just as I was sure there’d be a\nwire from Daisy before noon—but neither a wire nor Mr. Wolfshiem\narrived; no one arrived except more police and photographers and\nnewspaper men. When the butler brought back Wolfshiem’s answer I began\nto have a feeling of defiance, of scornful solidarity between Gatsby\nand me against them all.", "clean_text": "next morning i sent the butler to new york with a letter to wolfshiem, which asked for information and urged him to come out on the next train. that request seemed superfluous when i wrote it. i was sure he’d start when he saw the newspapers, just as i was sure there’d be a wire from daisy before noon—but neither a wire nor mr. wolfshiem arrived; no one arrived except more police and photographers and newspaper men. when the butler brought back wolfshiem’s answer i began to have a feeling of defiance, of scornful solidarity between gatsby and me against them all.", "token_count": 102, "char_count": 569}
+{"book": "great_gatsby", "title": "Great Gatsby", "paragraph_id": 1508, "text": "Dear Mr. Carraway. This has been one of the most terrible shocks of\n my life to me I hardly can believe it that it is true at all. Such a\n mad act as that man did should make us all think. I cannot come down\n now as I am tied up in some very important business and cannot get\n mixed up in this thing now. If there is anything I can do a little\n later let me know in a letter by Edgar. I hardly know where I am when\n I hear about a thing like this and am completely knocked down and\n out.", "clean_text": "dear mr. carraway. this has been one of the most terrible shocks of my life to me i hardly can believe it that it is true at all. such a mad act as that man did should make us all think. i cannot come down now as i am tied up in some very important business and cannot get mixed up in this thing now. if there is anything i can do a little later let me know in a letter by edgar. i hardly know where i am when i hear about a thing like this and am completely knocked down and out.", "token_count": 104, "char_count": 487}
+{"book": "great_gatsby", "title": "Great Gatsby", "paragraph_id": 1513, "text": "When the phone rang that afternoon and Long Distance said Chicago was\ncalling I thought this would be Daisy at last. But the connection came\nthrough as a man’s voice, very thin and far away.", "clean_text": "when the phone rang that afternoon and long distance said chicago was calling i thought this would be daisy at last. but the connection came through as a man’s voice, very thin and far away.", "token_count": 35, "char_count": 190}
+{"book": "great_gatsby", "title": "Great Gatsby", "paragraph_id": 1518, "text": "“Young Parke’s in trouble,” he said rapidly. “They picked him up when\nhe handed the bonds over the counter. They got a circular from New\nYork giving ’em the numbers just five minutes before. What d’you know\nabout that, hey? You never can tell in these hick towns—”", "clean_text": "“young parke’s in trouble,” he said rapidly. “they picked him up when he handed the bonds over the counter. they got a circular from new york giving ’em the numbers just five minutes before. what d’you know about that, hey? you never can tell in these hick towns—”", "token_count": 48, "char_count": 264}
+{"book": "great_gatsby", "title": "Great Gatsby", "paragraph_id": 1522, "text": "I think it was on the third day that a telegram signed Henry C. Gatz\narrived from a town in Minnesota. It said only that the sender was\nleaving immediately and to postpone the funeral until he came.", "clean_text": "i think it was on the third day that a telegram signed henry c. gatz arrived from a town in minnesota. it said only that the sender was leaving immediately and to postpone the funeral until he came.", "token_count": 38, "char_count": 198}
+{"book": "great_gatsby", "title": "Great Gatsby", "paragraph_id": 1523, "text": "It was Gatsby’s father, a solemn old man, very helpless and dismayed,\nbundled up in a long cheap ulster against the warm September day. His\neyes leaked continuously with excitement, and when I took the bag and\numbrella from his hands he began to pull so incessantly at his sparse\ngrey beard that I had difficulty in getting off his coat. He was on\nthe point of collapse, so I took him into the music-room and made him\nsit down while I sent for something to eat. But he wouldn’t eat, and\nthe glass of milk spilled from his trembling hand.", "clean_text": "it was gatsby’s father, a solemn old man, very helpless and dismayed, bundled up in a long cheap ulster against the warm september day. his eyes leaked continuously with excitement, and when i took the bag and umbrella from his hands he began to pull so incessantly at his sparse grey beard that i had difficulty in getting off his coat. he was on the point of collapse, so i took him into the music-room and made him sit down while i sent for something to eat. but he wouldn’t eat, and the glass of milk spilled from his trembling hand.", "token_count": 101, "char_count": 537}
+{"book": "great_gatsby", "title": "Great Gatsby", "paragraph_id": 1532, "text": "I took him into the drawing-room, where his son lay, and left him\nthere. Some little boys had come up on the steps and were looking into\nthe hall; when I told them who had arrived, they went reluctantly\naway.", "clean_text": "i took him into the drawing-room, where his son lay, and left him there. some little boys had come up on the steps and were looking into the hall; when i told them who had arrived, they went reluctantly away.", "token_count": 40, "char_count": 208}
+{"book": "great_gatsby", "title": "Great Gatsby", "paragraph_id": 1533, "text": "After a little while Mr. Gatz opened the door and came out, his mouth\najar, his face flushed slightly, his eyes leaking isolated and\nunpunctual tears. He had reached an age where death no longer has the\nquality of ghastly surprise, and when he looked around him now for the\nfirst time and saw the height and splendour of the hall and the great\nrooms opening out from it into other rooms, his grief began to be\nmixed with an awed pride. I helped him to a bedroom upstairs; while he\ntook off his coat and vest I told him that all arrangements had been\ndeferred until he came.", "clean_text": "after a little while mr. gatz opened the door and came out, his mouth ajar, his face flushed slightly, his eyes leaking isolated and unpunctual tears. he had reached an age where death no longer has the quality of ghastly surprise, and when he looked around him now for the first time and saw the height and splendour of the hall and the great rooms opening out from it into other rooms, his grief began to be mixed with an awed pride. i helped him to a bedroom upstairs; while he took off his coat and vest i told him that all arrangements had been deferred until he came.", "token_count": 109, "char_count": 573}
+{"book": "great_gatsby", "title": "Great Gatsby", "paragraph_id": 1548, "text": "I was relieved too, for that seemed to promise another friend at\nGatsby’s grave. I didn’t want it to be in the papers and draw a\nsightseeing crowd, so I’d been calling up a few people myself. They\nwere hard to find.", "clean_text": "i was relieved too, for that seemed to promise another friend at gatsby’s grave. i didn’t want it to be in the papers and draw a sightseeing crowd, so i’d been calling up a few people myself. they were hard to find.", "token_count": 42, "char_count": 215}
+{"book": "great_gatsby", "title": "Great Gatsby", "paragraph_id": 1555, "text": "“Well, the fact is—the truth of the matter is that I’m staying with\nsome people up here in Greenwich, and they rather expect me to be with\nthem tomorrow. In fact, there’s a sort of picnic or something. Of\ncourse I’ll do my best to get away.”", "clean_text": "“well, the fact is—the truth of the matter is that i’m staying with some people up here in greenwich, and they rather expect me to be with them tomorrow. in fact, there’s a sort of picnic or something. of course i’ll do my best to get away.”", "token_count": 47, "char_count": 241}
+{"book": "great_gatsby", "title": "Great Gatsby", "paragraph_id": 1557, "text": "“What I called up about was a pair of shoes I left there. I wonder if\nit’d be too much trouble to have the butler send them on. You see,\nthey’re tennis shoes, and I’m sort of helpless without them. My\naddress is care of B. F.—”", "clean_text": "“what i called up about was a pair of shoes i left there. i wonder if it’d be too much trouble to have the butler send them on. you see, they’re tennis shoes, and i’m sort of helpless without them. my address is care of b. f.—”", "token_count": 47, "char_count": 227}
+{"book": "great_gatsby", "title": "Great Gatsby", "paragraph_id": 1559, "text": "After that I felt a certain shame for Gatsby—one gentleman to whom I\ntelephoned implied that he had got what he deserved. However, that was\nmy fault, for he was one of those who used to sneer most bitterly at\nGatsby on the courage of Gatsby’s liquor, and I should have known\nbetter than to call him.", "clean_text": "after that i felt a certain shame for gatsby—one gentleman to whom i telephoned implied that he had got what he deserved. however, that was my fault, for he was one of those who used to sneer most bitterly at gatsby on the courage of gatsby’s liquor, and i should have known better than to call him.", "token_count": 57, "char_count": 299}
+{"book": "great_gatsby", "title": "Great Gatsby", "paragraph_id": 1560, "text": "The morning of the funeral I went up to New York to see Meyer\nWolfshiem; I couldn’t seem to reach him any other way. The door that I\npushed open, on the advice of an elevator boy, was marked “The\nSwastika Holding Company,” and at first there didn’t seem to be anyone\ninside. But when I’d shouted “hello” several times in vain, an\nargument broke out behind a partition, and presently a lovely Jewess\nappeared at an interior door and scrutinized me with black hostile\neyes.", "clean_text": "the morning of the funeral i went up to new york to see meyer wolfshiem; i couldn’t seem to reach him any other way. the door that i pushed open, on the advice of an elevator boy, was marked “the swastika holding company,” and at first there didn’t seem to be anyone inside. but when i’d shouted “hello” several times in vain, an argument broke out behind a partition, and presently a lovely jewess appeared at an interior door and scrutinized me with black hostile eyes.", "token_count": 86, "char_count": 471}
+{"book": "great_gatsby", "title": "Great Gatsby", "paragraph_id": 1572, "text": "She vanished. In a moment Meyer Wolfshiem stood solemnly in the\ndoorway, holding out both hands. He drew me into his office, remarking\nin a reverent voice that it was a sad time for all of us, and offered\nme a cigar.", "clean_text": "she vanished. in a moment meyer wolfshiem stood solemnly in the doorway, holding out both hands. he drew me into his office, remarking in a reverent voice that it was a sad time for all of us, and offered me a cigar.", "token_count": 42, "char_count": 216}
+{"book": "great_gatsby", "title": "Great Gatsby", "paragraph_id": 1573, "text": "“My memory goes back to when first I met him,” he said. “A young major\njust out of the army and covered over with medals he got in the war.\nHe was so hard up he had to keep on wearing his uniform because he\ncouldn’t buy some regular clothes. First time I saw him was when he\ncame into Winebrenner’s poolroom at Forty-third Street and asked for a\njob. He hadn’t eat anything for a couple of days. ‘Come on have some\nlunch with me,’ I said. He ate more than four dollars’ worth of food\nin half an hour.”", "clean_text": "“my memory goes back to when first i met him,” he said. “a young major just out of the army and covered over with medals he got in the war. he was so hard up he had to keep on wearing his uniform because he couldn’t buy some regular clothes. first time i saw him was when he came 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 said. he ate more than four dollars’ worth of food in half an hour.”", "token_count": 101, "char_count": 501}
+{"book": "great_gatsby", "title": "Great Gatsby", "paragraph_id": 1577, "text": "“I raised him up out of nothing, right out of the gutter. I saw right\naway he was a fine-appearing, gentlemanly young man, and when he told\nme he was at Oggsford I knew I could use him good. I got him to join\nthe American Legion and he used to stand high there. Right off he did\nsome work for a client of mine up to Albany. We were so thick like\nthat in everything”—he held up two bulbous fingers—“always together.”", "clean_text": "“i raised him up out of nothing, right out of the gutter. i saw right away he was a fine-appearing, gentlemanly young man, and when he told me he was at oggsford i knew i could use him good. i got him to join the american legion and he used to stand high there. right off he did some work for a client of mine up to albany. we were so thick like that in everything”—he held up two bulbous fingers—“always together.”", "token_count": 82, "char_count": 415}
+{"book": "great_gatsby", "title": "Great Gatsby", "paragraph_id": 1585, "text": "“When a man gets killed I never like to get mixed up in it in any\nway. I keep out. When I was a young man it was different—if a friend\nof mine died, no matter how, I stuck with them to the end. You may\nthink that’s sentimental, but I mean it—to the bitter end.”", "clean_text": "“when a man gets killed i never like to get mixed up in it in any way. i keep out. when i was a young man it was different—if a friend of mine died, no matter how, i stuck with them to the end. you may think that’s sentimental, but i mean it—to the bitter end.”", "token_count": 56, "char_count": 261}
+{"book": "great_gatsby", "title": "Great Gatsby", "paragraph_id": 1589, "text": "“Let us learn to show our friendship for a man when he is alive and\nnot after he is dead,” he suggested. “After that my own rule is to let\neverything alone.”", "clean_text": "“let us learn to show our friendship for a man when he is alive and not after he is dead,” he suggested. “after that my own rule is to let everything alone.”", "token_count": 32, "char_count": 157}
+{"book": "great_gatsby", "title": "Great Gatsby", "paragraph_id": 1590, "text": "When I left his office the sky had turned dark and I got back to West\nEgg in a drizzle. After changing my clothes I went next door and found\nMr. Gatz walking up and down excitedly in the hall. His pride in his\nson and in his son’s possessions was continually increasing and now he\nhad something to show me.", "clean_text": "when i left his office the sky had turned dark and i got back to west egg in a drizzle. after changing my clothes i went next door and found mr. gatz walking up and down excitedly in the hall. his pride in his son and in his son’s possessions was continually increasing and now he had something to show me.", "token_count": 61, "char_count": 306}
+{"book": "great_gatsby", "title": "Great Gatsby", "paragraph_id": 1592, "text": "It was a photograph of the house, cracked in the corners and dirty\nwith many hands. He pointed out every detail to me eagerly. “Look\nthere!” and then sought admiration from my eyes. He had shown it so\noften that I think it was more real to him now than the house itself.", "clean_text": "it was a photograph of the house, cracked in the corners and dirty with many hands. he pointed out every detail to me eagerly. “look there!” and then sought admiration from my eyes. he had shown it so often that i think it was more real to him now than the house itself.", "token_count": 53, "char_count": 270}
+{"book": "great_gatsby", "title": "Great Gatsby", "paragraph_id": 1595, "text": "“He come out to see me two years ago and bought me the house I live in\nnow. Of course we was broke up when he run off from home, but I see\nnow there was a reason for it. He knew he had a big future in front of\nhim. And ever since he made a success he was very generous with me.”", "clean_text": "“he come out to see me two years ago and bought me the house i live in now. of course we was broke up when he run off from home, but i see now there was a reason for it. he knew he had a big future in front of him. and ever since he made a success he was very generous with me.”", "token_count": 64, "char_count": 278}
+{"book": "great_gatsby", "title": "Great Gatsby", "paragraph_id": 1596, "text": "He seemed reluctant to put away the picture, held it for another\nminute, lingeringly, before my eyes. Then he returned the wallet and\npulled from his pocket a ragged old copy of a book called Hopalong\nCassidy.", "clean_text": "he seemed reluctant to put away the picture, held it for another minute, lingeringly, before my eyes. then he returned the wallet and pulled from his pocket a ragged old copy of a book called hopalong cassidy.", "token_count": 37, "char_count": 209}
+{"book": "great_gatsby", "title": "Great Gatsby", "paragraph_id": 1598, "text": "He opened it at the back cover and turned it around for me to see. On\nthe last flyleaf was printed the word schedule, and the date September\n12, 1906. And underneath:", "clean_text": "he opened it at the back cover and turned it around for me to see. on the last flyleaf was printed the word schedule, and the date september 12, 1906. and underneath:", "token_count": 32, "char_count": 166}
+{"book": "great_gatsby", "title": "Great Gatsby", "paragraph_id": 1599, "text": "Rise from bed                                  6:00      a.m.\n    Dumbell exercise and wall-scaling              6:15-6:30 ”\n    Study electricity, etc.                        7:15-8:15 ”\n    Work                                           8:30-4:30 p.m.\n    Baseball and sports                            4:30-5:00 ”\n    Practise elocution, poise and how to attain it 5:00-6:00 ”\n    Study needed inventions                        7:00-9:00 ”", "clean_text": "rise from bed 6:00 a.m. dumbell exercise and wall-scaling 6:15-6:30 ” study electricity, etc. 7:15-8:15 ” work 8:30-4:30 p.m. baseball and sports 4:30-5:00 ” practise elocution, poise and how to attain it 5:00-6:00 ” study needed inventions 7:00-9:00 ”", "token_count": 39, "char_count": 442}
+{"book": "great_gatsby", "title": "Great Gatsby", "paragraph_id": 1609, "text": "“Jimmy was bound to get ahead. He always had some resolves like this\nor something. Do you notice what he’s got about improving his mind? He\nwas always great for that. He told me I et like a hog once, and I beat\nhim for it.”", "clean_text": "“jimmy was bound to get ahead. he always had some resolves like this or something. do you notice what he’s got about improving his mind? he was always great for that. he told me i et like a hog once, and i beat him for it.”", "token_count": 46, "char_count": 223}
+{"book": "great_gatsby", "title": "Great Gatsby", "paragraph_id": 1610, "text": "He was reluctant to close the book, reading each item aloud and then\nlooking eagerly at me. I think he rather expected me to copy down the\nlist for my own use.", "clean_text": "he was reluctant to close the book, reading each item aloud and then looking eagerly at me. i think he rather expected me to copy down the list for my own use.", "token_count": 32, "char_count": 159}
+{"book": "great_gatsby", "title": "Great Gatsby", "paragraph_id": 1611, "text": "A little before three the Lutheran minister arrived from Flushing, and\nI began to look involuntarily out the windows for other cars. So did\nGatsby’s father. And as the time passed and the servants came in and\nstood waiting in the hall, his eyes began to blink anxiously, and he\nspoke of the rain in a worried, uncertain way. The minister glanced\nseveral times at his watch, so I took him aside and asked him to wait\nfor half an hour. But it wasn’t any use. Nobody came.", "clean_text": "a little before three the lutheran minister arrived from flushing, and i began to look involuntarily out the windows for other cars. so did gatsby’s father. and as the time passed and the servants came in and stood waiting in the hall, his eyes began to blink anxiously, and he spoke of the rain in a worried, uncertain way. the minister glanced several times at his watch, so i took him aside and asked him to wait for half an hour. but it wasn’t any use. nobody came.", "token_count": 88, "char_count": 469}
+{"book": "great_gatsby", "title": "Great Gatsby", "paragraph_id": 1613, "text": "About five o’clock our procession of three cars reached the cemetery\nand stopped in a thick drizzle beside the gate—first a motor hearse,\nhorribly black and wet, then Mr. Gatz and the minister and me in the\nlimousine, and a little later four or five servants and the postman\nfrom West Egg, in Gatsby’s station wagon, all wet to the skin. As we\nstarted through the gate into the cemetery I heard a car stop and then\nthe sound of someone splashing after us over the soggy ground. I\nlooked around. It was the man with owl-eyed glasses whom I had found\nmarvelling over Gatsby’s books in the library one night three months\nbefore.", "clean_text": "about five o’clock our procession of three cars reached the cemetery and stopped in a thick drizzle beside the gate—first a motor hearse, horribly black and wet, then mr. gatz and the minister and me in the limousine, and a little later four or five servants and the postman from west egg, in gatsby’s station wagon, all wet to the skin. as we started through the gate into the cemetery i heard a car stop and then the sound of someone splashing after us over the soggy ground. i looked around. it was the man with owl-eyed glasses whom i had found marvelling over gatsby’s books in the library one night three months before.", "token_count": 114, "char_count": 625}
+{"book": "great_gatsby", "title": "Great Gatsby", "paragraph_id": 1614, "text": "I’d never seen him since then. I don’t know how he knew about the\nfuneral, or even his name. The rain poured down his thick glasses, and\nhe took them off and wiped them to see the protecting canvas unrolled\nfrom Gatsby’s grave.", "clean_text": "i’d never seen him since then. i don’t know how he knew about the funeral, or even his name. the rain poured down his thick glasses, and he took them off and wiped them to see the protecting canvas unrolled from gatsby’s grave.", "token_count": 43, "char_count": 227}
+{"book": "great_gatsby", "title": "Great Gatsby", "paragraph_id": 1615, "text": "I tried to think about Gatsby then for a moment, but he was already\ntoo far away, and I could only remember, without resentment, that\nDaisy hadn’t sent a message or a flower. Dimly I heard someone murmur\n“Blessed are the dead that the rain falls on,” and then the owl-eyed\nman said “Amen to that,” in a brave voice.", "clean_text": "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.", "token_count": 60, "char_count": 315}
+{"book": "great_gatsby", "title": "Great Gatsby", "paragraph_id": 1623, "text": "One of my most vivid memories is of coming back West from prep school\nand later from college at Christmas time. Those who went farther than\nChicago would gather in the old dim Union Station at six o’clock of a\nDecember evening, with a few Chicago friends, already caught up into\ntheir own holiday gaieties, to bid them a hasty goodbye. I remember\nthe fur coats of the girls returning from Miss This-or-That’s and the\nchatter of frozen breath and the hands waving overhead as we caught\nsight of old acquaintances, and the matchings of invitations: “Are you\ngoing to the Ordways’? the Herseys’? the Schultzes’?” and the long\ngreen tickets clasped tight in our gloved hands. And last the murky\nyellow cars of the Chicago, Milwaukee and St. Paul railroad looking\ncheerful as Christmas itself on the tracks beside the gate.", "clean_text": "one of my most vivid memories is of coming back west from prep school and later from college at christmas time. those who went farther than chicago would gather in the old dim union station at six o’clock of a december evening, with a few chicago friends, already caught up into their own holiday gaieties, to bid them a hasty goodbye. i remember the fur coats of the girls returning from miss this-or-that’s and the chatter of frozen breath and the hands waving overhead as we caught sight of old acquaintances, and the matchings of invitations: “are you going to the ordways’? the herseys’? the schultzes’?” and the long green tickets clasped tight in our gloved hands. and last the murky yellow cars of the chicago, milwaukee and st. paul railroad looking cheerful as christmas itself on the tracks beside the gate.", "token_count": 142, "char_count": 818}
+{"book": "great_gatsby", "title": "Great Gatsby", "paragraph_id": 1624, "text": "When we pulled out into the winter night and the real snow, our snow,\nbegan to stretch out beside us and twinkle against the windows, and\nthe dim lights of small Wisconsin stations moved by, a sharp wild\nbrace came suddenly into the air. We drew in deep breaths of it as we\nwalked back from dinner through the cold vestibules, unutterably aware\nof our identity with this country for one strange hour, before we\nmelted indistinguishably into it again.", "clean_text": "when we pulled out into the winter night and the real snow, our snow, began to stretch out beside us and twinkle against the windows, and the dim lights of small wisconsin stations moved by, a sharp wild brace came suddenly into the air. we drew in deep breaths of it as we walked back from dinner through the cold vestibules, unutterably aware of our identity with this country for one strange hour, before we melted indistinguishably into it again.", "token_count": 80, "char_count": 450}
+{"book": "great_gatsby", "title": "Great Gatsby", "paragraph_id": 1625, "text": "That’s my Middle West—not the wheat or the prairies or the lost Swede\ntowns, but the thrilling returning trains of my youth, and the street\nlamps and sleigh bells in the frosty dark and the shadows of holly\nwreaths thrown by lighted windows on the snow. I am part of that, a\nlittle solemn with the feel of those long winters, a little complacent\nfrom growing up in the Carraway house in a city where dwellings are\nstill called through decades by a family’s name. I see now that this\nhas been a story of the West, after all—Tom and Gatsby, Daisy and\nJordan and I, were all Westerners, and perhaps we possessed some\ndeficiency in common which made us subtly unadaptable to Eastern life.", "clean_text": "that’s my middle west—not the wheat or the prairies or the lost swede towns, but the thrilling returning trains of my youth, and the street lamps and sleigh bells in the frosty dark and the shadows of holly wreaths thrown by lighted windows on the snow. i am part of that, a little solemn with the feel of those long winters, a little complacent from growing up in the carraway house in a city where dwellings are still called through decades by a family’s name. i see now that this has been a story of the west, after all—tom and gatsby, daisy and jordan and i, were all westerners, and perhaps we possessed some deficiency in common which made us subtly unadaptable to eastern life.", "token_count": 125, "char_count": 684}
+{"book": "great_gatsby", "title": "Great Gatsby", "paragraph_id": 1626, "text": "Even when the East excited me most, even when I was most keenly aware\nof its superiority to the bored, sprawling, swollen towns beyond the\nOhio, with their interminable inquisitions which spared only the\nchildren and the very old—even then it had always for me a quality of\ndistortion. West Egg, especially, still figures in my more fantastic\ndreams. I see it as a night scene by El Greco: a hundred houses, at\nonce conventional and grotesque, crouching under a sullen, overhanging\nsky and a lustreless moon. In the foreground four solemn men in dress\nsuits are walking along the sidewalk with a stretcher on which lies a\ndrunken woman in a white evening dress. Her hand, which dangles over\nthe side, sparkles cold with jewels. Gravely the men turn in at a\nhouse—the wrong house. But no one knows the woman’s name, and no one\ncares.", "clean_text": "even when the east excited me most, even when i was most keenly aware of its superiority to the bored, sprawling, swollen towns beyond the ohio, with their interminable inquisitions which spared only the children and the very old—even then it had always for me a quality of distortion. west egg, especially, still figures in my more fantastic dreams. i see it as a night scene by el greco: a hundred houses, at once conventional and grotesque, crouching under a sullen, overhanging sky and a lustreless moon. in the foreground four solemn men in dress suits are walking along the sidewalk with a stretcher on which lies a drunken woman in a white evening dress. her hand, which dangles over the side, sparkles cold with jewels. gravely the men turn in at a house—the wrong house. but no one knows the woman’s name, and no one cares.", "token_count": 147, "char_count": 832}
+{"book": "great_gatsby", "title": "Great Gatsby", "paragraph_id": 1627, "text": "After Gatsby’s death the East was haunted for me like that, distorted\nbeyond my eyes’ power of correction. So when the blue smoke of brittle\nleaves was in the air and the wind blew the wet laundry stiff on the\nline I decided to come back home.", "clean_text": "after gatsby’s death the east was haunted for me like that, distorted beyond my eyes’ power of correction. so when the blue smoke of brittle leaves was in the air and the wind blew the wet laundry stiff on the line i decided to come back home.", "token_count": 47, "char_count": 243}
+{"book": "great_gatsby", "title": "Great Gatsby", "paragraph_id": 1628, "text": "There was one thing to be done before I left, an awkward, unpleasant\nthing that perhaps had better have been let alone. But I wanted to\nleave things in order and not just trust that obliging and indifferent\nsea to sweep my refuse away. I saw Jordan Baker and talked over and\naround what had happened to us together, and what had happened\nafterward to me, and she lay perfectly still, listening, in a big\nchair.", "clean_text": "there was one thing to be done before i left, an awkward, unpleasant thing that perhaps had better have been let alone. but i wanted to leave things in order and not just trust that obliging and indifferent sea to sweep my refuse away. i saw jordan baker and talked over and around what had happened to us together, and what had happened afterward to me, and she lay perfectly still, listening, in a big chair.", "token_count": 76, "char_count": 410}
+{"book": "great_gatsby", "title": "Great Gatsby", "paragraph_id": 1629, "text": "She was dressed to play golf, and I remember thinking she looked like\na good illustration, her chin raised a little jauntily, her hair the\ncolour of an autumn leaf, her face the same brown tint as the\nfingerless glove on her knee. When I had finished she told me without\ncomment that she was engaged to another man. I doubted that, though\nthere were several she could have married at a nod of her head, but I\npretended to be surprised. For just a minute I wondered if I wasn’t\nmaking a mistake, then I thought it all over again quickly and got up\nto say goodbye.", "clean_text": "she was dressed to play golf, and i remember thinking she looked like a good illustration, her chin raised a little jauntily, her hair the colour of an autumn leaf, her face the same brown tint as the fingerless glove on her knee. when i had finished she told me without comment that she was engaged to another man. i doubted that, though there were several she could have married at a nod of her head, but i pretended to be surprised. for just a minute i wondered if i wasn’t making a mistake, then i thought it all over again quickly and got up to say goodbye.", "token_count": 108, "char_count": 562}
+{"book": "great_gatsby", "title": "Great Gatsby", "paragraph_id": 1630, "text": "“Nevertheless you did throw me over,” said Jordan suddenly. “You threw\nme over on the telephone. I don’t give a damn about you now, but it\nwas a new experience for me, and I felt a little dizzy for a while.”", "clean_text": "“nevertheless you did throw me over,” said jordan suddenly. “you threw me over on the telephone. i don’t give a damn about you now, but it was a new experience for me, and i felt a little dizzy for a while.”", "token_count": 41, "char_count": 207}
+{"book": "great_gatsby", "title": "Great Gatsby", "paragraph_id": 1634, "text": "“You said a bad driver was only safe until she met another bad driver?\nWell, I met another bad driver, didn’t I? I mean it was careless of me\nto make such a wrong guess. I thought you were rather an honest,\nstraightforward person. I thought it was your secret pride.”", "clean_text": "“you said a bad driver was only safe until she met another bad driver? well, i met another bad driver, didn’t i? i mean it was careless of me to make such a wrong guess. i thought you were rather an honest, straightforward person. i thought it was your secret pride.”", "token_count": 51, "char_count": 267}
+{"book": "great_gatsby", "title": "Great Gatsby", "paragraph_id": 1638, "text": "One afternoon late in October I saw Tom Buchanan. He was walking ahead\nof me along Fifth Avenue in his alert, aggressive way, his hands out a\nlittle from his body as if to fight off interference, his head moving\nsharply here and there, adapting itself to his restless eyes. Just as\nI slowed up to avoid overtaking him he stopped and began frowning into\nthe windows of a jewellery store. Suddenly he saw me and walked back,\nholding out his hand.", "clean_text": "one afternoon late in october i saw tom buchanan. he was walking ahead of me along fifth avenue in his alert, aggressive way, his hands out a little from his body as if to fight off interference, his head moving sharply here and there, adapting itself to his restless eyes. just as i slowed up to avoid overtaking him he stopped and began frowning into the windows of a jewellery store. suddenly he saw me and walked back, holding out his hand.", "token_count": 82, "char_count": 444}
+{"book": "great_gatsby", "title": "Great Gatsby", "paragraph_id": 1643, "text": "He stared at me without a word, and I knew I had guessed right about\nthose missing hours. I started to turn away, but he took a step after\nme and grabbed my arm.", "clean_text": "he stared at me without a word, and i knew i had guessed right about those missing hours. i started to turn away, but he took a step after me and grabbed my arm.", "token_count": 34, "char_count": 161}
+{"book": "great_gatsby", "title": "Great Gatsby", "paragraph_id": 1644, "text": "“I told him the truth,” he said. “He came to the door while we were\ngetting ready to leave, and when I sent down word that we weren’t in\nhe tried to force his way upstairs. He was crazy enough to kill me if\nI hadn’t told him who owned the car. His hand was on a revolver in his\npocket every minute he was in the house—” He broke off defiantly.\n“What if I did tell him? That fellow had it coming to him. He threw\ndust into your eyes just like he did in Daisy’s, but he was a tough\none. He ran over Myrtle like you’d run over a dog and never even\nstopped his car.”", "clean_text": "“i told him the truth,” he said. “he came to the door while we were getting ready to leave, and when i sent down word that we weren’t in he tried to force his way upstairs. he was crazy enough to kill me if i hadn’t told him who owned the car. his hand was on a revolver in his pocket every minute he was in the house—” he broke off defiantly. “what if i did tell him? that fellow had it coming to him. he threw dust into your eyes just like he did in daisy’s, but he was a tough one. he ran over myrtle like you’d run over a dog and never even stopped his car.”", "token_count": 119, "char_count": 562}
+{"book": "great_gatsby", "title": "Great Gatsby", "paragraph_id": 1646, "text": "“And if you think I didn’t have my share of suffering—look here, when\nI went to give up that flat and saw that damn box of dog biscuits\nsitting there on the sideboard, I sat down and cried like a baby. By\nGod it was awful—”", "clean_text": "“and if you think i didn’t have my share of suffering—look here, when i went to give up that flat and saw that damn box of dog biscuits sitting there on the sideboard, i sat down and cried like a baby. by god it was awful—”", "token_count": 46, "char_count": 223}
+{"book": "great_gatsby", "title": "Great Gatsby", "paragraph_id": 1647, "text": "I couldn’t forgive him or like him, but I saw that what he had done\nwas, to him, entirely justified. It was all very careless and\nconfused. They were careless people, Tom and Daisy—they smashed up\nthings and creatures and then retreated back into their money or their\nvast carelessness, or whatever it was that kept them together, and let\nother people clean up the mess they had made …", "clean_text": "i couldn’t forgive him or like him, but i saw that what he had done was, to him, entirely justified. it was all very careless and confused. they were careless people, tom and daisy—they smashed up things and creatures and then retreated back into their money or their vast carelessness, or whatever it was that kept them together, and let other people clean up the mess they had made …", "token_count": 70, "char_count": 385}
+{"book": "great_gatsby", "title": "Great Gatsby", "paragraph_id": 1648, "text": "I shook hands with him; it seemed silly not to, for I felt suddenly as\nthough I were talking to a child. Then he went into the jewellery\nstore to buy a pearl necklace—or perhaps only a pair of cuff\nbuttons—rid of my provincial squeamishness forever.", "clean_text": "i shook hands with him; it seemed silly not to, for i felt suddenly as though i were talking to a child. then he went into the jewellery store to buy a pearl necklace—or perhaps only a pair of cuff buttons—rid of my provincial squeamishness forever.", "token_count": 46, "char_count": 249}
+{"book": "great_gatsby", "title": "Great Gatsby", "paragraph_id": 1650, "text": "Gatsby’s house was still empty when I left—the grass on his lawn had\ngrown as long as mine. One of the taxi drivers in the village never\ntook a fare past the entrance gate without stopping for a minute and\npointing inside; perhaps it was he who drove Daisy and Gatsby over to\nEast Egg the night of the accident, and perhaps he had made a story\nabout it all his own. I didn’t want to hear it and I avoided him when\nI got off the train.", "clean_text": "gatsby’s house was still empty when i left—the grass on his lawn had grown as long as mine. one of the taxi drivers in the village never took a fare past the entrance gate without stopping for a minute and pointing inside; perhaps it was he who drove daisy and gatsby over to east egg the night of the accident, and perhaps he had made a story about it all his own. i didn’t want to hear it and i avoided him when i got off the train.", "token_count": 88, "char_count": 434}
+{"book": "great_gatsby", "title": "Great Gatsby", "paragraph_id": 1651, "text": "I spent my Saturday nights in New York because those gleaming,\ndazzling parties of his were with me so vividly that I could still\nhear the music and the laughter, faint and incessant, from his garden,\nand the cars going up and down his drive. One night I did hear a\nmaterial car there, and saw its lights stop at his front steps. But I\ndidn’t investigate. Probably it was some final guest who had been away\nat the ends of the earth and didn’t know that the party was over.", "clean_text": "i spent my saturday nights in new york because those gleaming, dazzling parties of his were with me so vividly that i could still hear the music and the laughter, faint and incessant, from his garden, and the cars going up and down his drive. one night i did hear a material car there, and saw its lights stop at his front steps. but i didn’t investigate. probably it was some final guest who had been away at the ends of the earth and didn’t know that the party was over.", "token_count": 91, "char_count": 472}
+{"book": "great_gatsby", "title": "Great Gatsby", "paragraph_id": 1652, "text": "On the last night, with my trunk packed and my car sold to the grocer,\nI went over and looked at that huge incoherent failure of a house once\nmore. On the white steps an obscene word, scrawled by some boy with a\npiece of brick, stood out clearly in the moonlight, and I erased it,\ndrawing my shoe raspingly along the stone. Then I wandered down to the\nbeach and sprawled out on the sand.", "clean_text": "on the last night, with my trunk packed and my car sold to the grocer, i went over and looked at that huge incoherent failure of a house once more. on the white steps an obscene word, scrawled by some boy with a piece of brick, stood out clearly in the moonlight, and i erased it, drawing my shoe raspingly along the stone. then i wandered down to the beach and sprawled out on the sand.", "token_count": 76, "char_count": 387}
+{"book": "great_gatsby", "title": "Great Gatsby", "paragraph_id": 1653, "text": "Most of the big shore places were closed now and there were hardly any\nlights except the shadowy, moving glow of a ferryboat across the\nSound. And as the moon rose higher the inessential houses began to\nmelt away until gradually I became aware of the old island here that\nflowered once for Dutch sailors’ eyes—a fresh, green breast of the new\nworld. Its vanished trees, the trees that had made way for Gatsby’s\nhouse, had once pandered in whispers to the last and greatest of all\nhuman dreams; for a transitory enchanted moment man must have held his\nbreath in the presence of this continent, compelled into an aesthetic\ncontemplation he neither understood nor desired, face to face for the\nlast time in history with something commensurate to his capacity for\nwonder.", "clean_text": "most of the big shore places were closed now and there were hardly any lights except the shadowy, moving glow of a ferryboat across the sound. and as the moon rose higher the inessential houses began to melt away until gradually i became aware of the old island here that flowered once for dutch sailors’ eyes—a fresh, green breast of the new world. its vanished trees, the trees that had made way for gatsby’s house, had once pandered in whispers to the last and greatest of all human dreams; for a transitory enchanted moment man must have held his breath in the presence of this continent, compelled into an aesthetic contemplation he neither understood nor desired, face to face for the last time in history with something commensurate to his capacity for wonder.", "token_count": 133, "char_count": 767}
+{"book": "great_gatsby", "title": "Great Gatsby", "paragraph_id": 1654, "text": "And as I sat there brooding on the old, unknown world, I thought of\nGatsby’s wonder when he first picked out the green light at the end of\nDaisy’s dock. He had come a long way to this blue lawn, and his dream\nmust have seemed so close that he could hardly fail to grasp it. He\ndid not know that it was already behind him, somewhere back in that\nvast obscurity beyond the city, where the dark fields of the republic\nrolled on under the night.", "clean_text": "and as i sat there brooding on the old, unknown world, i thought of gatsby’s wonder when he first picked out the green light at the end of daisy’s dock. he had come a long way to this blue lawn, and his dream must have seemed so close that he could hardly fail to grasp it. he did not know that it was already behind him, somewhere back in that vast obscurity beyond the city, where the dark fields of the republic rolled on under the night.", "token_count": 87, "char_count": 441}
+{"book": "great_gatsby", "title": "Great Gatsby", "paragraph_id": 1655, "text": "Gatsby believed in the green light, the orgiastic future that year by\nyear recedes before us. It eluded us then, but that’s no\nmatter—tomorrow we will run faster, stretch out our arms further … And\none fine morning—", "clean_text": "gatsby believed in the green light, the orgiastic future that year by year recedes before us. it eluded us then, but that’s no matter—tomorrow we will run faster, stretch out our arms further … and one fine morning—", "token_count": 38, "char_count": 215}
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