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[ˈdesəlɪt]

      wreath [riːθ]

      decisively [dɪˈsaɪsɪvlɪ]

      yawn [jɔːn]

      ferociously [fəˈrəʊʃəslɪ]

      contemptuously [kənˈtemptjʊəslɪ]

      neighbor [ˈneɪbə]

      announced [əˈnaʊnst]

      accusingly [əˈkjuːzɪŋlɪ]

      uncivilized [ʌnˈsɪvɪlaɪzd]

      enthusiastically [ɪnˌθjuːzɪˈæstɪk(ə)lɪ]

      hesitate [ˈhezɪteɪt]

      ether [ˈiːθə]

      sophisticated [səˈfɪstɪkeɪtɪd]

      insincerity [ˌɪnsɪnˈserɪtɪ]

      influence [ˈɪnflʊəns]

      vaguely [ˈveɪglɪ]

      3. Fill in the blanks with the following adverbs.

      Accusingly, contemptuously, helplessly, ecstatically, miserably, honestly, abruptly, decisively, politely, impatiently, ferociously.

      1. It was lonely for a day or so until one morning some man asked … the way.

      2. Then he turned me around, … and … .

      3. “Do they miss me?” she cried … .

      4. “Never heard of them,” he remarked … .

      5. “You live in West Egg,” she remarked … .

      6. “I hurt it. You did it, Tom,” she said … .

      7. “Well, these books are all scientific,” insisted Tom, glancing at her … .

      8. “We’ve got to beat them down,” whispered Daisy, winking … toward the fervent sun.

      9. “You mean to say you don’t know?” said Miss Baker, … surprised.

      10. “Very romantic,” he said, and then … to me: “If it’s light enough after dinner, I want to take you down to the stables.”

      4. The following are sentences paraphrased from the text. Look through the chapter to fi nd the original ones.

      1. I didn’t want to listen to private secrets, so I pretended to be asleep, busy or careless.

      2. My own house was a thorn, but it was a small thorn, and it wasn’t noticed.

      3. Two shining haughty eyes were notable on his face and he looked aggressive as if he was always bending forward.

      4. Tom Buchanan, who had been hanging uneasily about the room, halted and put his hand on my shoulder.

      5. We followed the two young women out onto a pink-colored porch, which gave a view on the sunset, where four candles were glowing on the table.

      6. His duty was to polish silver all day long, until finally it began to influence his nose.

      7. We could hear a muted murmur in the room beyond, and Miss Baker bent forward without any shame, attempting to hear.

      8. Almost before I managed to catch what she meant we heard the sounds of rustling dress and crunchy boots, and Tom with Daisy were back at the table.

      9. I saw that she was very worried, so I asked what I thought would be some calming questions about her little daughter.

      10. Now I understood why I recognized her face – I had seen its nice disdainful expression on many photos of the sporting life at Hot Springs and Palm Beach.

      5. Fill in the blanks with prepositions.

      1. My father gave me some advice that I’ve been turning … in my mind ever since.

      2. I’m inclined … reserve all judgments.

      3. In college I was unjustly accused … being a politician.

      4. I graduated … New Haven in 1915.

      5. He’d left Chicago and come East in a fashion that rather took your breath … .

      6. Daisy leaned … again, her voice enthusiastic and singing.

      7. His speaking voice added … the impression of irritation.

      8. I always had the impression that he approved … me and wanted me to like him.

      9. It’s up … us, who are the dominant race, to watch … or these other races will have control of things.

      10. “We’ve got to beat them … ,” whispered Daisy.

      11. You remind me … a rose, an absolute rose. Doesn’t he?

      12. The murmur trembled on the verge … understandability.

      13. I doubt if even Miss Baker was able to put the fifth guest … of mind.

      14. We heard you were engaged … a girl out West.

      15. Of course I knew what they were referring … , but I wasn’t even vaguely engaged.

      6. Find derivatives in the text. Who were described with the use of these words?

      Chapter II

      About half way between West Egg and New York the motor road joins the railroad and runs beside it for a quarter of a mile. 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.

      But above the gray land and the spasms of cheerless dust which move endlessly over it, you notice, after a moment, the eyes of Doctor T. J. Eckleburg. These eyes are blue and gigantic. There is no face, but, instead, the eyes look from a pair of enormous yellow glasses which pass over a non-existent nose. Evidently some wild joker of an oculist set them there to fatten his practice, and then sank down himself into eternal blindness35, or forgot them and moved away. But his eyes, that became a little paler because of many paintless days under sun and rain, overhang over the solemn ground.

      The valley of ashes is bounded on one side by a small foul river, and, when the drawbridge is up to let barges go through, the passengers on waiting trains can stare at the sad scene for half an hour. It was because of this that I first met Tom Buchanan’s mistress.

      Everyone who knew him insisted upon the fact that Tom had an affair. His acquaintances were shocked by the fact that he turned up in popular restaurants with her. 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 me by the elbow, literally forced me from the car36.

      “We’re getting off,” he insisted. “I want you to meet my girl.”

      I think he’d eaten a lot for lunch, and violently wanted to take me with him. I followed him 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. It contained three shops; one of them was for rent and another was an all night restaurant; the third was a garage – Repairs. George B. Wilson, Cars bought and sold – and I followed Tom inside.

      The interior was poor and bare; the only car visible was a dust-covered Ford. The owner himself appeared in the door of an office, wiping his hands on a piece of waste37. He was a blond, spiritless man, weak, and faintly handsome. When he saw us a shade of hope appeared in his light blue eyes.

      “Hello,

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