"Gatsby's got amazing reflexes!" I said to myself.

"It wasn't me," he said to me later. "Jimmy moved my hands before I noticed what the other car was doing."

There is no doubt that Demian's envy makes many things happen. Now I was sure that I'd done the right thing.

"Only you can understand the peace and tranquility that comes over me when I look out of the window of my house and I see this car," he commented weeks later.

THE BUSINESS

Gatsby created the entire business plan. It related to the distribution business and, among other things, it was designed to be installed in homes.

We needed to advertise and one of the ways of doing so was to give out pamphlets that described the services provided by our company. The publicity pamphlet was also designed by Gatsby. It was a brilliant design. All the employees went from house to house distributing it. On one occasion Gatsby and I were doing so in a housing development some distance from the city. I was in front of him. As I passed a wire fence, a dog barked loudly at me. It was not an unusual event so I went on walking. I turned the corner. When I heard the dog barking again I turned back, curious to know what was happening. I saw Gatsby near the fence gazing fixedly at an enormous dog that would not stop barking.

"You can't get it to stop barking however much you may look at it!" I laughed at Gatsby.

"But it can't get near to me even if it wants to," he said without stopping looking at it

And so it was, the dog was about twelve feet away from him, far away from the fence and Gatsby appeared to be playing with it. We went on walking. The street was a steep climb. On turning the bend, he pointed at a house while he calmly put some publicity literature through the letterbox. The house stood out among the others and on its porch sat a beautiful husky with light gray eyes, brown hair and white paws as if it were wearing short white socks.

"Demian is watching us. He has taken over that dog."

The dog observed us fixedly. Its front paws were crossed and hanging over the edge of the porch. It then turned its head away from us.

"It looks elegant and peaceful!" I said.

"No doubt it is," he answered, turning towards another street.

For the last time I looked at the dog with socks. I could not see anything in it. Actually I considered it a waste of time to think about something that I could not prove for myself. I didn't doubt the existence of Demian but I could not express any opinion about that which was not a personal experience. On the other hand, everything in me was vested in the success of the business, excluding everything else.

A few days later Gatsby talked to me about Demian. It was interesting information and no doubt it would have maintained my attention a few years earlier, but now it did not awaken any interest in me.

"I'm indifferent to this business of Demian," I told him casually. "I don't gain anything from knowing about it. I am only interested in this business. Such meager strengths that are at my disposal are totally focused on it."

Those words did not reflect a line of thought that I made an effort to achieve but were an echo of an attitude that lived inside me effortlessly. I was just describing a fact.

"Well!" Gatsby exclaimed after looking at me carefully. "What a good job they've done on you!"