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Forging Ahead
Forging Ahead
Forging Ahead
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Forging Ahead was written in the year 1929 by Francis Scott Fitzgerald. This book is one of the most popular novels of Francis Scott Fitzgerald, and has been translated into several other languages around the world.

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LanguageEnglish
PublisherBooklassic
Release dateJul 7, 2015
ISBN9789635220526
Forging Ahead
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Francis Scott Fitzgerald

Francis Scott Fitzgerald (Saint Paul, 1896-Hollywood, 1940) es considerado uno de los más importantes escritores estadounidenses del siglo XX y el portavoz de la generación perdida. El gran Gatsby se publicó por primera vez en 1925 y fue inmediatamente celebrada como una obra maestra por autores como T. S. Eliot, Gertrude Stein o Edith Wharton.

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    Forging Ahead - Francis Scott Fitzgerald

    Forging Ahead

    Francis Scott Fitzgerald

    Booklassic

    2015

    ISBN 978-963-522-052-6

    Basil Duke Lee and Riply Buckner, Jr., sat on the Lees' front steps in the regretful gold of a late summer afternoon. Inside the house the telephone sang out with mysterious promise.

    I thought you were going home, Basil said.

    I thought you were.

    I am.

    So am I.

    Well, why don't you go, then?

    Why don't you, then?

    I am.

    They laughed, ending with yawning gurgles that were not laughed out but sucked in. As the telephone rang again, Basil got to his feet.

    I've got to study trig before dinner.

    Are you honestly going to Yale this fall? demanded Riply skeptically.

    Yes.

    Everybody says you're foolish to go at sixteen.

    I'll be seventeen in September. So long. I'll call you up tonight.

    Basil heard his mother at the upstairs telephone and he was immediately aware of distress in her voice.

    Yes… . Isn't that awful, Everett! … Yes… . Oh-h my! After a minute he gathered that it was only the usual worry about business and went on into the kitchen for refreshments. Returning, he met his mother hurrying downstairs. She was blinking rapidly and her hat was on backward—characteristic testimony to her excitement.

    I've got to go over to your grandfather's.

    What's the matter, mother?

    Uncle Everett thinks we've lost a lot of money.

    How much? he asked, startled.

    Twenty-two thousand dollars apiece. But we're not sure.

    She went out.

    Twenty-two thousand dollars! he repeated in an awed whisper.

    His ideas of money were vague and somewhat debonair, but he had noticed that at family dinners the immemorial discussion as to whether the Third Street block would be sold to the railroads had given place to anxious talk of Western Public Utilities. At half-past six his mother telephoned for him to have his dinner, and with growing uneasiness

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