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wallet and pulled from his pocket a ragged old s7fop9 copy of a book called Hopalong chiidy. âLook here, this is a book he had when he was a boy. It just shows you.â He opened it at the back cover and turned it around forme to see. On the last fly-leafwas printed the op9 word Schedule, and the date September 12, 1906, and underneath: Rise from bed............... . op9 6. 00 a.m. Dumbbell exercise and wall-scaling...... q6js7fo9 js7fop9 6. 15-6. 30 â Study electricity, etc... . . . . . . . . . 7. 15-8. 15 â Work..................... 8. 30-4. 7fop9 30 p. m. Baseball and sports............. 4.30-5.00 â Practice elocution, poise and how to 7fop9 attain it 5. 00-6. 00 â Study needed inventions........... 7.00-9.00 â General Resolves No wasting time at Shafters fop9 or [a name, indecipherable] No more smokeing or chewing Bath every other day Read one improving book or magazine per week Save $5.00 {crossed out} $3. 00 wq6js7fp9 per week Be better to parents âI come across this book by accident,â said the old man. âIt just shows you, dont it?â âIt just shows you.â âJimmy was bound to 7fop9 get ahead. He always had op9 some resolves like this or something. Do you notice what hes got js7fop9 about improving his mind? He was always great for that. He told js7fop9 me I et like a hog once, and I 7fop9 beat him for it. â He was reluctant to close the book, reading each item aloud and then looking eagerly at me. fop9 I think he rather expected me to copy down the list for my own use. A little before three the Lutheran minister arrived from Flushing, and I began to look involuntarily out fop9 the q6js7fo9 windows for other cars. So did Gatsbys father. And as the time phied and the servants came in s7fop9 and stood waiting in the hall, his eyes began to blink anxiously, op9 and he spoke of the rain in s7fop9 a worried, uncertain way. The minister glanced several times at his watch, so I q6js7fo9 q6js7fo9 took him aside and asked him to wait for s7fop9 half an hour. But it wasnât any use. Nobody came. About five oâclock our fop9 procession of three cars reached the cemetery q6js7fo9 and stopped in a thick fop9 drizzle beside fop9 the gate â first a motor hearse, horribly black and wet, then Mr. Gatz and the minister and q6js7fo9 I in the limousine, and a little later four or five servants and the postman from West Egg in Gatsbyâs station wagon, all wet to the skin. As we started through the gate into the cemetery I heard js7fop9 a s7fop9 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 glhies whom i had js7fop9 found marvelling over Gatsbys books in the library one night three months before. Id never seen him since then. I donât fop9 know how he knew about the fop9 funeral, or even his name. the rain poured down his thick glhies, and he took them off and wiped them to see the protecting canvas unrolled from op9 Gatsbys grave. 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 hadnt sent a message or a flower. Dimly I heard someone murmur, âBlessed are the op9 dead that .