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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 behavior associated with amusement parks. 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.

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 honor 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. 

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. 

FITZGERALD, F. S. The Great Gatsby. Charles Scribner's Sons, 1925. p. 41-42

Read the following passage from Passing, by Nella Larsen, and answer the question.

Stepping out of the elevator that had brought her to the roof, she was led to a table just in front of a long window whose gently moving curtains suggested a cool breeze. It was, she thought, like being wafted upward on a magic carpet to another world, pleasant, quiet, and strangely remote from the sizzling one that she had left below.

LARSEN, Nella. Passing. In: The Complete Fiction of Nella Larsen – Passing, Quicksand and The Stories. New York: Anchor Books, 2001, p. 164.

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Beverly Hannett-Price‟s 67 years teaching at Detroit Country Day School has earned acclaim and notice in the Guinness Book of World Records. An assembly Monday crowded with students and staff toasted the 90-year-old‟s decades of uninterrupted classroom instruction marking her the longestserving female teacher of English as a foreign language.

“This historic recognition honors not only the length of Mrs. Hannett-Price‟s career, but the depth of her influence on students whose achievements span the worlds of entertainment, business, and the arts,” school officials said in a statement.

“She‟s had a lot of students and she kept in touch with me. She knew I needed more attention ... she befriended me. This is more than just a student-teacher relationship,” Courtney B. Vance, one of her former students, said Monday.

Guinness confirms Hannett-Price is the world‟s longestserving female language teacher, based on verified, uninterrupted years of classroom instruction documented across multiple institutions. In a statement on their website, Guinness said that “This record honors her lifelong commitment to her students, her school communities, and the teaching profession as a whole.”

Hannett-Price is known for her innovative and engaging teaching methods and creative assignments. “Even after more than 67 years in the classroom, she continues to educate with the same enthusiasm and energy that defined the start of her career,”Detroit Country Day officials said.

Myesha Johnson. Detroit Country Day teacher’s long career sets a Guinness record. Internet: (adapted).