Ana's... Please don't read....

Date: 19th July, 1924

Today, would be one of the oddest days. As I was about to enjoy a table with Gatsby, he introduced me to a flat-nosed Jew who apparently fixed the World Series. Mr. Wolfshiem was what he introduced himself as, although a striking feeling give me the impression that it is not his real name, rather, it could be a far-fetched name that he inhabited to drive away the nosy eyes of the world. That, would not be unpredictable from a man who had manipulated and trashed the national hope.
The moment I saw him, he had started the conversation with a half-told unfinished story of his one of his adventures and the murder of a man called Rosy Rosenthal in front of the restaurant across the street from where us three were sitting then he suddenly turned to me and asked whether I was looking for business connections. I wasn't the really subject of the question would if I was that man I would prefer my future to be placed after the story of a dead businessman. No, I am not going to lunch to find business "gonnegtions" my friend.

And as the waiter served him the plates, he ate with much anticipation, like he never recalled on the memoirs of Rosy's death but what was more disturbing was the fact that his nose was inspecting the area as if hound dogs were hunting him down. He was so suspicious that the anxiety caught up with me.

But why exactly does Gatsby have to find Baker whenever he wants to approach me? After all, I am just a lawn away from him.
He doesn't even seem like a shy man, although, he probably wasn't all that smart. Wolfshiem said he went to Oxford in the old days, no, rather "Oggsford". When I heard those lines, I found it so hard to hold my laughter, less because Gatsby's claim was so transparent but rather by the Jewish accent of "Oggsford". Wolfshiem seemed come as a package, the flat nose, the large head, the tiny eyes, and the famous Jewish accent. If we were to talk about more lightheaded subjects, I would have very enjoyed the presence of this man on my table. But I didn't, as he gave me such an awkward vibe. It wasn't exactly coldness or anything of the same kind, but it certainly was not assurance and security of an old man. He even had cuff buttons made out of human molars, of which, I found highly disturbing. I felt the need of being careful around him, because who would have molars as cuff buttons? And where did those molars come from? Rosy Rosenthal?

Besides the other comments made my Wolfshiem that were full of contagious anxiety, he said that Gatsby was a careful man with women, he would never touch a friend's wife". Well... I really wonder about that...

Surprisingly, later on we met the sight of Tom, aggressive and demanding as ever, he came towards us furiously, shook Gatsby's hand very briefly and demanded myself to be in their company again. A slight embarrassment appeared across Gatsby's face, and as I turned around after finished my greetings with Tom, by then Gatsby had disappeared in thin air. Who would have thought the natural enemies would come so close to each other before the war starts? I'd love to cheer Gatsby on, but I have a feeling Daisy would never leave Tom for anyone, especially Gatsby, as his fame and power could shatter so quickly merely because his last name was not in long admiration. Daisy would stay with Tom for the same reason she married him. Gatsby doesn't seem to understand how Daisy thinks, I'm afraid in the end he'd still be the one in loss. Tom has Myrtle, and Daisy has Gatsby, but no one seem to understand the significance of their marriage, even if they have never truly loved each other, they married each other to complete the package that they were born with. A rich, young master of great background needs a beautiful young rich wife, who also has the similar background, to complete his reputation and a beautiful young rich lady needs a rich, young master of great background to complete her image.

This lunch promised greater things, drama, of the past and now, I am anticipating some more jazz in this story between the spoiled kids and the great man.