Phát triển các trung tâm logistics nhằm thúc đẩy tăng trưởng kinh tế ở Việt Nam

the whip and snap of the curtains and the groan of a pic- ture on the wall. Then there was a boom as Tom Buchanan shut the rear windows and the caught wind died out about the room and the curtains and the rugs and the two young women ballooned slowly to the floor. The younger of the two was a stranger to me. She was extended full length at her end of the divan, completely motionless and with her chin raised a little as if she were balancing something on it which was quite likely to fall. If she saw me out of the corner of her eyes she gave no hint of it—indeed, I was almost surprised into murmuring an apol- ogy for having disturbed her by coming in. The other girl, Daisy, made an attempt to rise—she leaned slightly forward with a conscientious expression— then she laughed, an absurd, charming little laugh, and I laughed too and came forward into the room. ‘I’m p-paralyzed with happiness.’ She laughed again, as if she said something very witty, and held my hand for a moment, looking up into my face, promising that there was no one in the world she so much wanted to see. That was a way she had. She hinted in a mur- mur that the surname of the balancing girl was Baker. (I’ve heard it said that Daisy’s murmur was only to make people lean toward her; an irrelevant criticism that made it no less charming.) At any rate Miss Baker

imperceptibly and then quickly tipped her head back again—the object she was balancing had obviously tottered a little and given her something of a fright. Again a sort of 12 The Great Gatsby apology arose to my lips. Almost any exhibition of complete self sufficiency draws a stunned tribute from me. I looked back at my cousin who began to ask me ques- tions in her low, thrilling voice. It was the kind of voice that the ear follows up and down as if each speech is an arrange- ment of notes that will never be played again. Her face was sad and lovely with bright things in it, bright eyes and a bright passionate mouth—but there was an excitement in her voice that men who had cared for her found difficult to forget: a singing compulsion, a whispered ‘Listen,’ a prom- ise that she had done gay, exciting things just a while since and that there were gay, exciting things hovering in the next hour. I told her how I had stopped off in Chicago for a day on my way east and how a dozen people had sent their love through me. ‘Do they miss me?’ she cried ecstatically. ‘The whole town is desolate. All the cars have the left rear wheel painted black as a mourning wreath and there’s a per- sistent wail all night along the North Shore.’ ‘How gorgeous! Let’s go back, Tom. Tomorrow!’ Then she added irrelevantly, ‘You ought to see the baby.’ ‘I’d like to.’ ‘She’s

ever seen her?’ ‘Never.’ ‘Well, you ought to see her. She’s——‘ Tom Buchanan who had been hovering restlessly about the room stopped and rested his hand on my shoulder. Free eBooks at Planet eBook.com 13 ‘What you doing, Nick?’ ‘I’m a bond man.’ ‘Who with?’ I told him. ‘Never heard of them,’ he remarked decisively. This annoyed me. ‘You will,’ I answered shortly. ‘You will if you stay in the East.’ ‘Oh, I’ll stay in the East, don’t you worry,’ he said, glanc- ing at Daisy and then back at me, as if he were alert for something more. ‘I’d be a God Damned fool to live any- where else.’ At this point Miss Baker said ‘Absolutely!’ with such suddenness that I started—it was the first word she uttered since I came into the room. Evidently it surprised her as much as it did me, for she yawned and with a series of rapid, deft movements stood up into the room. ‘I’m stiff,’ she complained, ‘I’ve been lying on that sofa for as long as I can remember.’ ‘Don’t look at me,’ Daisy retorted. ‘I’ve been trying to get you to New York all afternoon.’ ‘No, thanks,’ said Miss Baker to the four cocktails just in from the pantry, ‘I’m absolutely in training.’ Her host looked at her incredulously. ‘You are!’ He took down his drink as if it were a drop in the bottom of a glass. ‘How you ever get anything done is beyond me.’ I looked at Miss Baker wondering what it was she ‘got d

PHÁT TRIỂN CÁC TRUNG TÂM LOGISTICS
NHẰM THÚC ĐẨY TĂNG TRƯỞNG KINH TẾ
Ở VIỆT NAM

slender, small- 14 The Great Gatsby breasted girl, with an erect carriage which she accentuated by throwing her body backward at the shoulders like a young cadet. Her grey sun-strained eyes looked back at me with polite reciprocal curiosity out of a wan, charming discon- tented face. It occurred to me now that I had seen her, or a picture of her, somewhere before. ‘You live in West Egg,’ she remarked contemptuously. ‘I know somebody there.’ ‘I don’t know a single——‘ ‘You must know Gatsby.’ ‘Gatsby?’ demanded Daisy. ‘What Gatsby?’ Before I could reply that he was my neighbor dinner was announced; wedging his tense arm imperatively un- der mine Tom Buchanan compelled me from the room as though he were moving a checker to another square. Slenderly, languidly, their hands set lightly on their hips the two young women preceded us out onto a rosy-colored porch open toward the sunset where four candles flickered on the table in the diminished wind. ‘Why CANDLES?’ objected Daisy, frowning. She snapped them out with her fingers. ‘In two weeks it’ll be the longest day in the year.’ She looked at us all radiantly. ‘Do you always watch for the longest day of the year and then miss it? I always watch for the longest day in the year and then miss it.’ ‘We ought to plan something,’ yawned Miss Baker, sit- ting down at the table

said Daisy. ‘What’ll we plan?’ She turned to me helplessly. ‘What do people plan?’ Free eBooks at Planet eBook.com 15 Before I could answer her eyes fastened with an awed ex- pression on her little finger. ‘Look!’ she complained. ‘I hurt it.’ We all looked—the knuckle was black and blue. ‘You did it, Tom,’ she said accusingly. ‘I know you didn’t mean to but you DID do it. That’s what I get for marrying a brute of a man, a great big hulking physical specimen of a——‘ ‘I hate that word hulking,’ objected Tom crossly, ‘even in kidding.’ ‘Hulking,’ insisted Daisy. Sometimes she and Miss Baker talked at once, unobtru- sively and with a bantering inconsequence that was never quite chatter, that was as cool as their white dresses and their impersonal eyes in the absence of all desire. They were here—and they accepted Tom and me, making only a po- lite pleasant effort to entertain or to be entertained. They knew that presently dinner would be over and a little later the evening too would be over and casually put away. It was sharply different from the West where an evening was hur- ried from phase to phase toward its close in a continually disappointed anticipation or else in sheer nervous dread of the moment itself. ‘You make me feel uncivilized, Daisy,’ I confessed on my second glass of corky but rather impressive claret. ‘Can’t you talk abou

particular by this remark but it was taken up in an unexpected way. ‘Civilization’s going to pieces,’ broke out Tom violently. 16 The Great Gatsby ‘I’ve gotten to be a terrible pessimist about things. Have you read ‘The Rise of the Coloured Empires’ by this man God- dard?’ ‘Why, no,’ I answered, rather surprised by his tone. ‘Well, it’s a fine book, and everybody ought to read it. The idea is if we don’t look out the white race will be—will be ut- terly submerged. It’s all scientific stuff; it’s been proved.’ ‘Tom’s getting very profound,’ said Daisy with an expres- sion of unthoughtful sadness. ‘He reads deep books with long words in them. What was that word we——‘ ‘Well, these books are all scientific,’ insisted Tom, glanc- ing at her impatiently. ‘This fellow has worked out the whole thing. It’s up to us who are the dominant race to watch out or these other races will have control of things.’ ‘We’ve got to beat them down,’ whispered Daisy, wink- ing ferociously toward the fervent sun. ‘You ought to live in California—’ began Miss Baker but Tom interrupted her by shifting heavily in his chair. ‘This idea is that we’re Nordics. I am, and you are and you are and——’ After an infinitesimal hesitation he in- cluded Daisy with a slight nod and she winked at me again. ‘—and we’ve produced all the things that go to make civili- zation—oh, science and art and al

pathetic in his concentration as if his complacency, more acute than of old, was not enough to him any more. When, almost immediately, the telephone rang inside and the butler left the porch Daisy seized upon the momentary interruption and leaned toward me. ‘I’ll tell you a family secret,’ she whispered enthusiasti-

Đặng Đình Đào
Viện Thương mại và Kinh tế Quốc tế, Trường Đại học Kinh tế Quốc dân
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Tạ Văn Lợi
Viện Thương mại và Kinh tế Quốc tế, Trường Đại học Kinh tế Quốc dân
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Mã bài báo: JED - 207
Ngày nhận: 6/6/2021
Ngày nhận bản sửa: 29/7/2021
Ngày duyệt đăng: 26/8/2021

Tóm tắt:
Tại Việt Nam, dịch vụ logistics lần đầu tiên được đề cập đến trong Luật Thương mại 2005. Đến

năm 2015, Quy hoạch về phát triển hệ thống trung tâm logistics đến năm 2020, và định hướng
đến năm 2030 mới được phê duyệt theo Quyết định số 1012/QĐ-TTg. Tuy nhiên, tới nay, mạng
lưới trung tâm logistics và các khu cơng nghiệp logistics vẫn chưa được hình thành. Đây là một
trong những nguyên nhân đang cản trở sự phát triển của thị trường bất động sản logistics, hạn
chế khả năng thu hút các nguồn lực đầu tư vào logistics, giảm nguồn thu của ngân sách nhà
nước, và kìm hãm sự tăng trưởng kinh tế bền vững. Bài viết này đề cập một số vấn đề về phát
triển trung tâm logistics, một mơ hình quan trọng góp phần thúc đẩy kinh doanh, thực hiện hiệu
quả liên kết kinh tế, và tạo đà cho tăng trưởng kinh tế bền vững tại Việt Nam.
Từ khóa: Mơ hình kinh doanh, logistics, trung tâm logistics, cơ sở hạ tầng logistics, thị trường
bất động sản logistics.
Mã JEL: O18, O21, O40.
Developing logistics centers for promoting Vietnam economic growth
Abstract
In Vietnam, logistics services were first stated in the Commercial Law issued in 2005. However,
until 2015, the planning on the development of the logistics center to 2020 and the orientation to
2030 was still approved under Decision No. 1012/QD-TTg. Up to now, the network of logistics
centers and logistics industrial areas have not been formed. This is one of the reasons that
hinders the development of the logistics real estate market, limits the ability to attract resources
investing in logistics, reduces the revenue of the state budget, and stifles sustainable economic
growth. This study indicates some issues about logistics center development, an important model
that contributes to business promotion, effectively implements economic links, and creates
momentum for sustainable economic growth in Vietnam.
Keywords: Business model, logistics, logistics center, logistics infrastructure, logistics real
estate market.
JEL codes: O18, O21, O40.
1. Đặt vấn đề
Sứ mệnh của logistics là cung ứng hàng hóa dịch vụ đến tay người tiêu dùng với chi phí thấp nhất. Để
thực hiện sứ mạng này giải pháp quan trọng là phải phát triển đồng bộ hệ thống logistics quốc gia. Với
việc mở cửa thị trường dịch vụ logistics từ năm 2013, ngành logistics đã đạt được những kết quả bước đầu
quan trọng, đóng góp tích cực vào sự phát triển kinh tế xã hội của đất nước. Tuy vậy cho đến nay, hệ thống

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the whip and snap of the curtains and the groan of a pic- ture on the wall. Then there was a boom as Tom Buchanan shut the rear windows and the caught wind died out about the room and the curtains and the rugs and the two young women ballooned slowly to the floor. The younger of the two was a stranger to me. She was extended full length at her end of the divan, completely motionless and with her chin raised a little as if she were balancing something on it which was quite likely to fall. If she saw me out of the corner of her eyes she gave no hint of it—indeed, I was almost surprised into murmuring an apol- ogy for having disturbed her by coming in. The other girl, Daisy, made an attempt to rise—she leaned slightly forward with a conscientious expression— then she laughed, an absurd, charming little laugh, and I laughed too and came forward into the room. ‘I’m p-paralyzed with happiness.’ She laughed again, as if she said something very witty, and held my hand for a moment, looking up into my face, promising that there was no one in the world she so much wanted to see. That was a way she had. She hinted in a mur- mur that the surname of the balancing girl was Baker. (I’ve heard it said that Daisy’s murmur was only to make people lean toward her; an irrelevant criticism that made it no less charming.) At any rate Miss Baker

imperceptibly and then quickly tipped her head back again—the object she was balancing had obviously tottered a little and given her something of a fright. Again a sort of 12 The Great Gatsby apology arose to my lips. Almost any exhibition of complete self sufficiency draws a stunned tribute from me. I looked back at my cousin who began to ask me ques- tions in her low, thrilling voice. It was the kind of voice that the ear follows up and down as if each speech is an arrange- ment of notes that will never be played again. Her face was sad and lovely with bright things in it, bright eyes and a bright passionate mouth—but there was an excitement in her voice that men who had cared for her found difficult to forget: a singing compulsion, a whispered ‘Listen,’ a prom- ise that she had done gay, exciting things just a while since and that there were gay, exciting things hovering in the next hour. I told her how I had stopped off in Chicago for a day on my way east and how a dozen people had sent their love through me. ‘Do they miss me?’ she cried ecstatically. ‘The whole town is desolate. All the cars have the left rear wheel painted black as a mourning wreath and there’s a per- sistent wail all night along the North Shore.’ ‘How gorgeous! Let’s go back, Tom. Tomorrow!’ Then she added irrelevantly, ‘You ought to see the baby.’ ‘I’d like to.’ ‘She’s

ever seen her?’ ‘Never.’ ‘Well, you ought to see her. She’s——‘ Tom Buchanan who had been hovering restlessly about the room stopped and rested his hand on my shoulder. Free eBooks at Planet eBook.com 13 ‘What you doing, Nick?’ ‘I’m a bond man.’ ‘Who with?’ I told him. ‘Never heard of them,’ he remarked decisively. This annoyed me. ‘You will,’ I answered shortly. ‘You will if you stay in the East.’ ‘Oh, I’ll stay in the East, don’t you worry,’ he said, glanc- ing at Daisy and then back at me, as if he were alert for something more. ‘I’d be a God Damned fool to live any- where else.’ At this point Miss Baker said ‘Absolutely!’ with such suddenness that I started—it was the first word she uttered since I came into the room. Evidently it surprised her as much as it did me, for she yawned and with a series of rapid, deft movements stood up into the room. ‘I’m stiff,’ she complained, ‘I’ve been lying on that sofa for as long as I can remember.’ ‘Don’t look at me,’ Daisy retorted. ‘I’ve been trying to get you to New York all afternoon.’ ‘No, thanks,’ said Miss Baker to the four cocktails just in from the pantry, ‘I’m absolutely in training.’ Her host looked at her incredulously. ‘You are!’ He took down his drink as if it were a drop in the bottom of a glass. ‘How you ever get anything done is beyond me.’ I looked at Miss Baker wondering what it was she ‘got d

logistics ở nước ta, nhất là cơ sở hạ tầng logistics còn nhiều hạn chế, làm giảm sức cạnh tranh của hàng hóa
dịch vụ trên cả thị trường trong nước và thị trường quốc tế. Trung tâm logistics được coi là yếu tố quan trọng
trong hệ thống cơ sở hạ tầng logistics nhưng thực sự chưa được quan tâm đầu tư phát triển ở Việt Nam.
Trong khi chúng ta đều thừa nhận rằng “Quá trình sản xuất chỉ kết thúc khi sản phẩm làm ra được đưa tới
tận tay người tiêu dùng”. Tuy nhiên, cả nước có tới 370 khu cơng nghiệp với gần 100 nghìn ha, nhưng Việt
Nam vẫn chưa có một khu cơng nghiệp logistics nào tại 63 tỉnh, thành phố. Và còn nhiều rào cản cho quá
trình tiếp tục sản xuất (lưu thơng hàng hóa) như các trạm thu phí (BOT) lại mọc lên dày đặc, khoảng cách
không tới 50km, thiếu hệ thống kho tàng, hạ tầng kết nối để giảm chi phí logistics thơng qua phát triển mạng
lưới các trung tâm logistics, chưa hình thành thị trường bất động sản logistics để thu hút đầu tư logistics…
Điều này là có mâu thuẫn với mở cửa và hội nhập logistics của Việt Nam trong thực hiện các FTA thế hệ
mới, nguy cơ dẫn đến nhiều hậu quả cho nền kinh tế - xã hội như làm cho chi phí logistics tăng cao hơn
nhiều so với các nước, ùn tắc, tai nạn giao thông và ô nhiễm môi trường… làm giảm sức cạnh tranh của sản
phẩm và doanh nghiệp trên thị trường, đặc biệt là đối với hàng xuất khẩu. Vì vậy, nghiên cứu này nhằm mục
tiêu luận giải bước đầu cơ sở của các giải pháp phát triển các trung tâm logistics để thu hút đầu tư logistics,
tập trung và quản lý nguồn thu logistics trên địa bàn, gia tăng nguồn thu cho ngân sách nhà nước, hiện thực
hóa liên kết kinh tế giữa các ngành, địa phương và doanh nghiệp trong nền kinh tế quốc dân, phát triển thị
trường bất động sản logistics ở Việt Nam, đồng thời góp phần thúc đẩy tăng trưởng kinh tế nhanh và bền
vững trong bối cảnh mới. Trong các cơng trình nghiên cứu về thương mại và logistics của các giáo viên Viện

Thương mại và Kinh tế Quốc tế trường Đại học Kinh tế Quốc dân cũng đã đề cập đến nhiều vấn đề logistics
nói chung và cơ sở hạ tầng logistics nói riêng. Nhiều vấn đề đã được nghiên cứu như chức năng logistics, hệ
thống logistics, các yêu tố của môi trường logistics, đặc biệt là vai trò và sứ mệnh của các trung tâm logistics
trong hệ thống logistics... và những vấn đề này tiếp tục được nghiên cứu trong bối cảnh mới của nền kinh
tế với nhiều biến động khôn lường do biến đổi khí hậu và thiên tai dịch bệnh như đại dịch Covid 19... Điển
hình là trong các ấn phẩm của Đặng Đình Đào (2015, 2020), Trần Văn Bão & Đặng Thị Thúy Hồng (2018)
hay Đặng Đình Đào & Tạ Văn Lợi (2019)…
Mặc dù, đóng vai trị hết sức quan trọng trong đổi mới mơ hình tăng trưởng và cơ cấu lại nền kinh tế, bởi
chính logistics là q trình tổ chức và quản lý khoa học các khâu của quá trình tái sản xuất xã hội, là quá
trình tối ưu hóa các dịng vận động hàng hóa, tiền tệ, thơng tin trong nền kinh tế quốc dân nhằm giảm tối đa
các chi phí và nâng cao hiệu quả các hoạt động kinh tế, nhưng nhận thức lĩnh vực này còn hạn chế (Đặng Đình
Đào & Trương Tấn Quân, 2016). Sự ra đời và phát triển các trung tâm logistics gắn liền với quá trình phát
triển ngành logistics trên thế giới. Ở nước ta, ngành logistics và trung tâm logistics đang cịn là vấn đề mới mẻ,
ngay cả trong các chính sách, chiến lược và kế hoạch phát triển kinh tế - xã hội giai đoạn 2016-2020, các vấn
đề về hệ thống logistics, trong đó có các trung tâm logistics cũng chưa được đề cập. Điều đó cho thấy q trình
chuyển đổi mơ hình tăng trưởng kinh tế, chuyển từ phát triển theo chiều rộng, dựa vào lao động giá rẻ và tài
nguyên sang phát triển theo chiều sâu dựa vào khoa học cơng nghệ, năng suất và hiệu quả cịn nhiều khó khăn.
Nghiên cứu này của chúng tơi bắt đầu bằng khn khổ đánh giá tình hình phát triển các trung tâm
logistics, thực thi chính sách phát triển logistics hiện nay ở nước ta và những tác động trong bối cảnh mới.
Từ đó, đưa ra một số khuyến nghị nhằm phát triển trung tâm logistics và thị trường bất động sản logistics
trong giai đoạn trước mắt và sự phát triển bền vững trong dài hạn.
2. Thực trạng và giải pháp phát triển các trung tâm logistics
Kiến tạo môi trường logistics quốc gia, trong đó quy hoạch và việc thực hiện xây dựng các trung tâm
logistics, phát triển thị trường bất động sản logistics chính là hành động để hiện thực hóa q trình chuyển
đổi mơ hình tăng trưởng kinh tế, thực hiện hiệu quả liên kết kinh tế trong các ngành và vùng lãnh thổ.
Cũng giống như logistics, khái niệm trung tâm logistics (Logistics centres, Freight villages, Logistics
park, Logistics zones) đang có nhiều định nghĩa khác nhau tùy theo từng góc độ nghiên cứu. Theo Hiệp hội
trung tâm logistics Châu Âu Europlatforms (European associantion of freight villagers), trung tâm logistics
là một khu vực nơi thực hiện các hoạt động liên quan đến vận tải, logistics và phân phối hàng hóa nội địa
cũng như quốc tế, được thực hiện bởi nhiều chủ thể khác nhau. Các chủ thể này có thể là người chủ sở hữu

hoặc là người thuê sử dụng các cơ sở vật chất và trang thiết bị của trung tâm logistics như kho bãi, văn
phòng, khu vực xếp dỡ hàng… Trung tâm logistics cần phải có và được trang bị các thiết bị phục vụ các
hoạt động và dịch vụ của trung tâm. Trung tâm logistics được kết nối với các hạ tầng vận tải khác nhau như

slender, small- 14 The Great Gatsby breasted girl, with an erect carriage which she accentuated by throwing her body backward at the shoulders like a young cadet. Her grey sun-strained eyes looked back at me with polite reciprocal curiosity out of a wan, charming discon- tented face. It occurred to me now that I had seen her, or a picture of her, somewhere before. ‘You live in West Egg,’ she remarked contemptuously. ‘I know somebody there.’ ‘I don’t know a single——‘ ‘You must know Gatsby.’ ‘Gatsby?’ demanded Daisy. ‘What Gatsby?’ Before I could reply that he was my neighbor dinner was announced; wedging his tense arm imperatively un- der mine Tom Buchanan compelled me from the room as though he were moving a checker to another square. Slenderly, languidly, their hands set lightly on their hips the two young women preceded us out onto a rosy-colored porch open toward the sunset where four candles flickered on the table in the diminished wind. ‘Why CANDLES?’ objected Daisy, frowning. She snapped them out with her fingers. ‘In two weeks it’ll be the longest day in the year.’ She looked at us all radiantly. ‘Do you always watch for the longest day of the year and then miss it? I always watch for the longest day in the year and then miss it.’ ‘We ought to plan something,’ yawned Miss Baker, sit- ting down at the table

said Daisy. ‘What’ll we plan?’ She turned to me helplessly. ‘What do people plan?’ Free eBooks at Planet eBook.com 15 Before I could answer her eyes fastened with an awed ex- pression on her little finger. ‘Look!’ she complained. ‘I hurt it.’ We all looked—the knuckle was black and blue. ‘You did it, Tom,’ she said accusingly. ‘I know you didn’t mean to but you DID do it. That’s what I get for marrying a brute of a man, a great big hulking physical specimen of a——‘ ‘I hate that word hulking,’ objected Tom crossly, ‘even in kidding.’ ‘Hulking,’ insisted Daisy. Sometimes she and Miss Baker talked at once, unobtru- sively and with a bantering inconsequence that was never quite chatter, that was as cool as their white dresses and their impersonal eyes in the absence of all desire. They were here—and they accepted Tom and me, making only a po- lite pleasant effort to entertain or to be entertained. They knew that presently dinner would be over and a little later the evening too would be over and casually put away. It was sharply different from the West where an evening was hur- ried from phase to phase toward its close in a continually disappointed anticipation or else in sheer nervous dread of the moment itself. ‘You make me feel uncivilized, Daisy,’ I confessed on my second glass of corky but rather impressive claret. ‘Can’t you talk abou

particular by this remark but it was taken up in an unexpected way. ‘Civilization’s going to pieces,’ broke out Tom violently. 16 The Great Gatsby ‘I’ve gotten to be a terrible pessimist about things. Have you read ‘The Rise of the Coloured Empires’ by this man God- dard?’ ‘Why, no,’ I answered, rather surprised by his tone. ‘Well, it’s a fine book, and everybody ought to read it. The idea is if we don’t look out the white race will be—will be ut- terly submerged. It’s all scientific stuff; it’s been proved.’ ‘Tom’s getting very profound,’ said Daisy with an expres- sion of unthoughtful sadness. ‘He reads deep books with long words in them. What was that word we——‘ ‘Well, these books are all scientific,’ insisted Tom, glanc- ing at her impatiently. ‘This fellow has worked out the whole thing. It’s up to us who are the dominant race to watch out or these other races will have control of things.’ ‘We’ve got to beat them down,’ whispered Daisy, wink- ing ferociously toward the fervent sun. ‘You ought to live in California—’ began Miss Baker but Tom interrupted her by shifting heavily in his chair. ‘This idea is that we’re Nordics. I am, and you are and you are and——’ After an infinitesimal hesitation he in- cluded Daisy with a slight nod and she winked at me again. ‘—and we’ve produced all the things that go to make civili- zation—oh, science and art and al

pathetic in his concentration as if his complacency, more acute than of old, was not enough to him any more. When, almost immediately, the telephone rang inside and the butler left the porch Daisy seized upon the momentary interruption and leaned toward me. ‘I’ll tell you a family secret,’ she whispered enthusiasti-

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the whip and snap of the curtains and the groan of a pic- ture on the wall. Then there was a boom as Tom Buchanan shut the rear windows and the caught wind died out about the room and the curtains and the rugs and the two young women ballooned slowly to the floor. The younger of the two was a stranger to me. She was extended full length at her end of the divan, completely motionless and with her chin raised a little as if she were balancing something on it which was quite likely to fall. If she saw me out of the corner of her eyes she gave no hint of it—indeed, I was almost surprised into murmuring an apol- ogy for having disturbed her by coming in. The other girl, Daisy, made an attempt to rise—she leaned slightly forward with a conscientious expression— then she laughed, an absurd, charming little laugh, and I laughed too and came forward into the room. ‘I’m p-paralyzed with happiness.’ She laughed again, as if she said something very witty, and held my hand for a moment, looking up into my face, promising that there was no one in the world she so much wanted to see. That was a way she had. She hinted in a mur- mur that the surname of the balancing girl was Baker. (I’ve heard it said that Daisy’s murmur was only to make people lean toward her; an irrelevant criticism that made it no less charming.) At any rate Miss Baker

imperceptibly and then quickly tipped her head back again—the object she was balancing had obviously tottered a little and given her something of a fright. Again a sort of 12 The Great Gatsby apology arose to my lips. Almost any exhibition of complete self sufficiency draws a stunned tribute from me. I looked back at my cousin who began to ask me ques- tions in her low, thrilling voice. It was the kind of voice that the ear follows up and down as if each speech is an arrange- ment of notes that will never be played again. Her face was sad and lovely with bright things in it, bright eyes and a bright passionate mouth—but there was an excitement in her voice that men who had cared for her found difficult to forget: a singing compulsion, a whispered ‘Listen,’ a prom- ise that she had done gay, exciting things just a while since and that there were gay, exciting things hovering in the next hour. I told her how I had stopped off in Chicago for a day on my way east and how a dozen people had sent their love through me. ‘Do they miss me?’ she cried ecstatically. ‘The whole town is desolate. All the cars have the left rear wheel painted black as a mourning wreath and there’s a per- sistent wail all night along the North Shore.’ ‘How gorgeous! Let’s go back, Tom. Tomorrow!’ Then she added irrelevantly, ‘You ought to see the baby.’ ‘I’d like to.’ ‘She’s

ever seen her?’ ‘Never.’ ‘Well, you ought to see her. She’s——‘ Tom Buchanan who had been hovering restlessly about the room stopped and rested his hand on my shoulder. Free eBooks at Planet eBook.com 13 ‘What you doing, Nick?’ ‘I’m a bond man.’ ‘Who with?’ I told him. ‘Never heard of them,’ he remarked decisively. This annoyed me. ‘You will,’ I answered shortly. ‘You will if you stay in the East.’ ‘Oh, I’ll stay in the East, don’t you worry,’ he said, glanc- ing at Daisy and then back at me, as if he were alert for something more. ‘I’d be a God Damned fool to live any- where else.’ At this point Miss Baker said ‘Absolutely!’ with such suddenness that I started—it was the first word she uttered since I came into the room. Evidently it surprised her as much as it did me, for she yawned and with a series of rapid, deft movements stood up into the room. ‘I’m stiff,’ she complained, ‘I’ve been lying on that sofa for as long as I can remember.’ ‘Don’t look at me,’ Daisy retorted. ‘I’ve been trying to get you to New York all afternoon.’ ‘No, thanks,’ said Miss Baker to the four cocktails just in from the pantry, ‘I’m absolutely in training.’ Her host looked at her incredulously. ‘You are!’ He took down his drink as if it were a drop in the bottom of a glass. ‘How you ever get anything done is beyond me.’ I looked at Miss Baker wondering what it was she ‘got d

đường ô tô, đường sắt, đường biển, đường sông, đường hàng không.
Như vậy, một trung tâm logistics cơ bản phải đảm bảo 5 yếu tố: Khu vực - nơi thực hiện các hoạt động vận
tải, logistics, thương mại trong nước và quốc tế (là khu vực có hàng rào riêng); các hoạt động tại trung tâm
được thực hiện bởi nhiều chủ thể khác nhau; các chủ thể có thể là chủ sở hữu hoặc là người thuê sử dụng cơ
sở vật chất của trung tâm; trung tâm logistics được đầu tư xây dựng và trang thiết bị phục vụ cho các hoạt
động dịch vụ của trung tâm; trung tâm logistics phải được kết nối với nhiều hạ tầng vận tải như đường ô tô,
đường sắt, đường biển, đường sông, đường hàng không… Trung tâm logistics được xây dựng nhằm thực

hiện các chức năng cơ bản: Lưu kho bãi (Storage); xếp dỡ hàng (Materials handling) (Оcиoвa, 1997); gom
hàng (Consolidation); chia nhỏ hàng (break bulk); phối hợp phân chia hàng (Cross-docking) (Rushton &
cộng sự, 2006); lưu giữ hàng tối ưu (Postponement); tạo ra giá trị gia tăng (Value added logistics - VAL);
chuyển tải (Transshipment) và logistics ngược, xúc tiến thương mại, thúc đẩy tiêu thụ sản phẩm và mơ hình
kinh doanh, thực hiện liên kết kinh tế của các doanh nghiệp hay chủ đầu tư logistics. Với các chức năng cơ
bản trên, trung tâm logistics có vai trị rất quan trọng trong việc tối ưu hóa các dịng vận động hàng hóa, tiền
tệ, thơng tin; thúc đẩy lưu thơng hàng hóa, xuất nhập khẩu, giảm chi phí logistics, nâng cao hiệu quả và khả
năng cạnh tranh cho các doanh nghiệp và hàng hóa trên các thị trường trong điều kiện hội nhập sâu rộng vào
nền kinh tế khu vực và thế giới. Đặc biệt, các trung tâm logistics được coi là mơ hình kinh doanh mới, mơ
hình thực hiện hiệu quả liên kết kinh tế của các ngành, các địa phương và vùng lãnh thổ… Sự kết nối các
trung tâm logistics trong vùng hình thành nên cụm logistics (logistics clusters).
Hoạt động logistics đã diễn ra từ lâu tại Việt Nam và luôn gắn liền với lịch sử phát triển của đất nước,
nhưng phải đến năm 2005, Việt Nam mới có văn bản pháp luật đầu tiên định nghĩa về hoạt động này tại Luật
Thương mại. Logistics ở Việt Nam mặc dù đang trong giai đoạn đầu của sự phát triển nhưng đã có những
đóng góp nhất định trong phát triển kinh tế - xã hội. Thực tế ở Việt Nam, Logistics có sự phát triển nhanh
chóng và trở thành ngành kinh tế đóng góp ngày càng quan trọng đối với sự phát triển kinh tế đất nước. Cùng
với sự phát triển của ngành logistics, cơ sở hạ tầng logistics, trong đó có các trung tâm logistics từng bước
được đầu tư xây dựng ở Việt Nam. Ở giai đoạn đầu, nhằm đáp ứng nhu cầu phân phối, lưu thơng hàng hóa
và vận tải hàng hóa tăng nhanh, đặc biệt là hàng container đã hình thành nhiều trung tâm phân phối, nhiều
cảng nội địa tại các vùng trên cả nước (đây là hệ thống hạ tầng kho hàng, bến bãi phục vụ cho các hoạt động
logistics). Khu vực phía Bắc có các cảng ICD như Gia Lâm, Mỹ Đình (Hà Nội), Thụy Vân (Phú Thọ), Hải
Dương (Hải Dương), Ninh Phúc (Ninh Bình), Hịa Xá (Nam Định), Tiên Sơn (Bắc Ninh), Lào Cai (Lào Cai).
Khu vực phía Nam, lượng hàng hóa lưu thơng lớn, khối lượng hàng container thơng qua các cảng biển
chiếm trên 70% cả nước. Đây là một trong những yếu tố quan trọng thúc đẩy sự hình thành và phát triển các
cảng nội địa ICD và các điểm làm thủ tục hải quan ngoài cửa khẩu và hệ thống kho bãi chứa hàng. Khu vực
phía Nam hiện có các ICD đang hoạt động như Phước Long Transimex, Biên Hịa, Bến Nghé (Trường Thọ),
Sóng Thần (trong khu cơng nghiệp Sóng Thần), Tanamexco, Phúc Long, Sotrans, Tân cảng - Long Bình.
Ngồi ra, trong một số khu cơng nghiệp hình thành các điểm làm thủ tục hải quan, điểm kiểm tra hàng hóa
ngồi cửa khẩu.
Với tiềm năng phát triển thị trường logistics Việt Nam, nhiều doanh nghiệp trong nước và quốc tế đã và

đang đầu tư mạnh vào lĩnh vực logistics, công ty liên doanh Indo - Trans Keppel logistics Việt Nam (ITL
Keppel), cơng ty Keppel logistics thuộc Tập đồn Viễn thông và Vận tải Keppel, công ty sản xuất, nhập
khẩu Bình Dương (Protrade), Tập đồn YCH của Singapore, Cơng ty DD Schenker Việt Nam thuộc Tập
đoàn Logistics Schenker đưa vào khai thác trung tâm logistics SCL tại khu công nghiệp Sóng Thần I (Bình
Dương). Cơng ty cổ phần đầu tư Bắc Kỳ xây dựng trung tâm logistics Tiên Sơn (Bắc Ninh) với diện tích 10
ha. Transimex - Sài Gịn, năm 2015 thực hiện dự án “Kho ngoại quan và Trung tâm logistics khu cơng nghệ
cao thành phố Hồ Chí Minh… với diện tích 10 ha gồm hệ thống kho ngoại quan, kho bảo thuế, kho CFS,
kho thường, kho lạnh và bãi chứa container…
Những năm gần đây nhiều tỉnh, thành phố đã và đang quan tâm đầu tư nhiều dự án lớn về trung tâm
logistics, như tỉnh Quảng Ninh đề xuất xây dựng khu hậu cần sau cảng và logistics tại khu vực Quảng Yên
với quy mô 3.000 – 5000 ha (ngày 23 tháng 4 năm 2019). Tại Vĩnh Phúc, tháng 12 năm 2020 Liên danh Tập
đoàn T&T Group của Việt Nam và Tập đoàn YCH của Singapore triển khai trên địa bàn thị trấn Hương Canh
và xã Sơn Lôi, huyện Bình Xuyên, tỉnh Vĩnh Phúc. Dự án Trung tâm Logistics ICD Vĩnh Phúc nằm trên diện
tích rộng hơn 83 hecta, dự án có trung tâm điều hành thơng minh cảng cạn Super Port, sẽ giúp nhanh chóng

slender, small- 14 The Great Gatsby breasted girl, with an erect carriage which she accentuated by throwing her body backward at the shoulders like a young cadet. Her grey sun-strained eyes looked back at me with polite reciprocal curiosity out of a wan, charming discon- tented face. It occurred to me now that I had seen her, or a picture of her, somewhere before. ‘You live in West Egg,’ she remarked contemptuously. ‘I know somebody there.’ ‘I don’t know a single——‘ ‘You must know Gatsby.’ ‘Gatsby?’ demanded Daisy. ‘What Gatsby?’ Before I could reply that he was my neighbor dinner was announced; wedging his tense arm imperatively un- der mine Tom Buchanan compelled me from the room as though he were moving a checker to another square. Slenderly, languidly, their hands set lightly on their hips the two young women preceded us out onto a rosy-colored porch open toward the sunset where four candles flickered on the table in the diminished wind. ‘Why CANDLES?’ objected Daisy, frowning. She snapped them out with her fingers. ‘In two weeks it’ll be the longest day in the year.’ She looked at us all radiantly. ‘Do you always watch for the longest day of the year and then miss it? I always watch for the longest day in the year and then miss it.’ ‘We ought to plan something,’ yawned Miss Baker, sit- ting down at the table

said Daisy. ‘What’ll we plan?’ She turned to me helplessly. ‘What do people plan?’ Free eBooks at Planet eBook.com 15 Before I could answer her eyes fastened with an awed ex- pression on her little finger. ‘Look!’ she complained. ‘I hurt it.’ We all looked—the knuckle was black and blue. ‘You did it, Tom,’ she said accusingly. ‘I know you didn’t mean to but you DID do it. That’s what I get for marrying a brute of a man, a great big hulking physical specimen of a——‘ ‘I hate that word hulking,’ objected Tom crossly, ‘even in kidding.’ ‘Hulking,’ insisted Daisy. Sometimes she and Miss Baker talked at once, unobtru- sively and with a bantering inconsequence that was never quite chatter, that was as cool as their white dresses and their impersonal eyes in the absence of all desire. They were here—and they accepted Tom and me, making only a po- lite pleasant effort to entertain or to be entertained. They knew that presently dinner would be over and a little later the evening too would be over and casually put away. It was sharply different from the West where an evening was hur- ried from phase to phase toward its close in a continually disappointed anticipation or else in sheer nervous dread of the moment itself. ‘You make me feel uncivilized, Daisy,’ I confessed on my second glass of corky but rather impressive claret. ‘Can’t you talk abou

particular by this remark but it was taken up in an unexpected way. ‘Civilization’s going to pieces,’ broke out Tom violently. 16 The Great Gatsby ‘I’ve gotten to be a terrible pessimist about things. Have you read ‘The Rise of the Coloured Empires’ by this man God- dard?’ ‘Why, no,’ I answered, rather surprised by his tone. ‘Well, it’s a fine book, and everybody ought to read it. The idea is if we don’t look out the white race will be—will be ut- terly submerged. It’s all scientific stuff; it’s been proved.’ ‘Tom’s getting very profound,’ said Daisy with an expres- sion of unthoughtful sadness. ‘He reads deep books with long words in them. What was that word we——‘ ‘Well, these books are all scientific,’ insisted Tom, glanc- ing at her impatiently. ‘This fellow has worked out the whole thing. It’s up to us who are the dominant race to watch out or these other races will have control of things.’ ‘We’ve got to beat them down,’ whispered Daisy, wink- ing ferociously toward the fervent sun. ‘You ought to live in California—’ began Miss Baker but Tom interrupted her by shifting heavily in his chair. ‘This idea is that we’re Nordics. I am, and you are and you are and——’ After an infinitesimal hesitation he in- cluded Daisy with a slight nod and she winked at me again. ‘—and we’ve produced all the things that go to make civili- zation—oh, science and art and al

pathetic in his concentration as if his complacency, more acute than of old, was not enough to him any more. When, almost immediately, the telephone rang inside and the butler left the porch Daisy seized upon the momentary interruption and leaned toward me. ‘I’ll tell you a family secret,’ she whispered enthusiasti-

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the whip and snap of the curtains and the groan of a pic- ture on the wall. Then there was a boom as Tom Buchanan shut the rear windows and the caught wind died out about the room and the curtains and the rugs and the two young women ballooned slowly to the floor. The younger of the two was a stranger to me. She was extended full length at her end of the divan, completely motionless and with her chin raised a little as if she were balancing something on it which was quite likely to fall. If she saw me out of the corner of her eyes she gave no hint of it—indeed, I was almost surprised into murmuring an apol- ogy for having disturbed her by coming in. The other girl, Daisy, made an attempt to rise—she leaned slightly forward with a conscientious expression— then she laughed, an absurd, charming little laugh, and I laughed too and came forward into the room. ‘I’m p-paralyzed with happiness.’ She laughed again, as if she said something very witty, and held my hand for a moment, looking up into my face, promising that there was no one in the world she so much wanted to see. That was a way she had. She hinted in a mur- mur that the surname of the balancing girl was Baker. (I’ve heard it said that Daisy’s murmur was only to make people lean toward her; an irrelevant criticism that made it no less charming.) At any rate Miss Baker

imperceptibly and then quickly tipped her head back again—the object she was balancing had obviously tottered a little and given her something of a fright. Again a sort of 12 The Great Gatsby apology arose to my lips. Almost any exhibition of complete self sufficiency draws a stunned tribute from me. I looked back at my cousin who began to ask me ques- tions in her low, thrilling voice. It was the kind of voice that the ear follows up and down as if each speech is an arrange- ment of notes that will never be played again. Her face was sad and lovely with bright things in it, bright eyes and a bright passionate mouth—but there was an excitement in her voice that men who had cared for her found difficult to forget: a singing compulsion, a whispered ‘Listen,’ a prom- ise that she had done gay, exciting things just a while since and that there were gay, exciting things hovering in the next hour. I told her how I had stopped off in Chicago for a day on my way east and how a dozen people had sent their love through me. ‘Do they miss me?’ she cried ecstatically. ‘The whole town is desolate. All the cars have the left rear wheel painted black as a mourning wreath and there’s a per- sistent wail all night along the North Shore.’ ‘How gorgeous! Let’s go back, Tom. Tomorrow!’ Then she added irrelevantly, ‘You ought to see the baby.’ ‘I’d like to.’ ‘She’s

ever seen her?’ ‘Never.’ ‘Well, you ought to see her. She’s——‘ Tom Buchanan who had been hovering restlessly about the room stopped and rested his hand on my shoulder. Free eBooks at Planet eBook.com 13 ‘What you doing, Nick?’ ‘I’m a bond man.’ ‘Who with?’ I told him. ‘Never heard of them,’ he remarked decisively. This annoyed me. ‘You will,’ I answered shortly. ‘You will if you stay in the East.’ ‘Oh, I’ll stay in the East, don’t you worry,’ he said, glanc- ing at Daisy and then back at me, as if he were alert for something more. ‘I’d be a God Damned fool to live any- where else.’ At this point Miss Baker said ‘Absolutely!’ with such suddenness that I started—it was the first word she uttered since I came into the room. Evidently it surprised her as much as it did me, for she yawned and with a series of rapid, deft movements stood up into the room. ‘I’m stiff,’ she complained, ‘I’ve been lying on that sofa for as long as I can remember.’ ‘Don’t look at me,’ Daisy retorted. ‘I’ve been trying to get you to New York all afternoon.’ ‘No, thanks,’ said Miss Baker to the four cocktails just in from the pantry, ‘I’m absolutely in training.’ Her host looked at her incredulously. ‘You are!’ He took down his drink as if it were a drop in the bottom of a glass. ‘How you ever get anything done is beyond me.’ I looked at Miss Baker wondering what it was she ‘got d

và dễ dàng vận chuyển hàng hóa bằng đường bộ, đường sắt, cũng như chuyển hàng tới các cảng biển và sân
bay trong khoảng thời gian tối thiểu… Tại Hải Phịng, đến năm 2020, có 4 trung tâm logistics trong đó có
01 trung tâm logistics Nam Đình Vũ và 03 trung tâm logistics cấp tỉnh tại Lạch Huyện, huyện Cát Hải, VSIP
tại khu công nghiệp VSIP Thủy Nguyên và Tràng Duệ tại khu công nghiệp Tràng Duệ huyện An Dương.
Bà Rịa - Vũng Tàu đang triển khai dự án trung tâm logistics Cái Mép Hạ hạng I thuộc vùng Đông Nam Bộ
(ngày 20 tháng 3 năm 2021)… Theo Bộ Công thương (2020), đến cuối năm 2019, cả nước có 69 trung tâm
logistics tại 10 tỉnh, thành phố, phân bổ tập trung ở một số khu cơng nghiệp phía Nam… Cùng với q trình
hội nhập ngày càng sâu rộng vào nền kinh tế khu vực và thế giới, hệ thống các trung tâm logistics Việt Nam
được hình thành và ngày càng đóng vai trị quan trọng trong hệ thống logistics quốc gia, góp phần thúc đẩy
thương mại trong nước và xuất nhập khẩu hàng hóa…

slender, small- 14 The Great Gatsby breasted girl, with an erect carriage which she accentuated by throwing her body backward at the shoulders like a young cadet. Her grey sun-strained eyes looked back at me with polite reciprocal curiosity out of a wan, charming discon- tented face. It occurred to me now that I had seen her, or a picture of her, somewhere before. ‘You live in West Egg,’ she remarked contemptuously. ‘I know somebody there.’ ‘I don’t know a single——‘ ‘You must know Gatsby.’ ‘Gatsby?’ demanded Daisy. ‘What Gatsby?’ Before I could reply that he was my neighbor dinner was announced; wedging his tense arm imperatively un- der mine Tom Buchanan compelled me from the room as though he were moving a checker to another square. Slenderly, languidly, their hands set lightly on their hips the two young women preceded us out onto a rosy-colored porch open toward the sunset where four candles flickered on the table in the diminished wind. ‘Why CANDLES?’ objected Daisy, frowning. She snapped them out with her fingers. ‘In two weeks it’ll be the longest day in the year.’ She looked at us all radiantly. ‘Do you always watch for the longest day of the year and then miss it? I always watch for the longest day in the year and then miss it.’ ‘We ought to plan something,’ yawned Miss Baker, sit- ting down at the table

said Daisy. ‘What’ll we plan?’ She turned to me helplessly. ‘What do people plan?’ Free eBooks at Planet eBook.com 15 Before I could answer her eyes fastened with an awed ex- pression on her little finger. ‘Look!’ she complained. ‘I hurt it.’ We all looked—the knuckle was black and blue. ‘You did it, Tom,’ she said accusingly. ‘I know you didn’t mean to but you DID do it. That’s what I get for marrying a brute of a man, a great big hulking physical specimen of a——‘ ‘I hate that word hulking,’ objected Tom crossly, ‘even in kidding.’ ‘Hulking,’ insisted Daisy. Sometimes she and Miss Baker talked at once, unobtru- sively and with a bantering inconsequence that was never quite chatter, that was as cool as their white dresses and their impersonal eyes in the absence of all desire. They were here—and they accepted Tom and me, making only a po- lite pleasant effort to entertain or to be entertained. They knew that presently dinner would be over and a little later the evening too would be over and casually put away. It was sharply different from the West where an evening was hur- ried from phase to phase toward its close in a continually disappointed anticipation or else in sheer nervous dread of the moment itself. ‘You make me feel uncivilized, Daisy,’ I confessed on my second glass of corky but rather impressive claret. ‘Can’t you talk abou

particular by this remark but it was taken up in an unexpected way. ‘Civilization’s going to pieces,’ broke out Tom violently. 16 The Great Gatsby ‘I’ve gotten to be a terrible pessimist about things. Have you read ‘The Rise of the Coloured Empires’ by this man God- dard?’ ‘Why, no,’ I answered, rather surprised by his tone. ‘Well, it’s a fine book, and everybody ought to read it. The idea is if we don’t look out the white race will be—will be ut- terly submerged. It’s all scientific stuff; it’s been proved.’ ‘Tom’s getting very profound,’ said Daisy with an expres- sion of unthoughtful sadness. ‘He reads deep books with long words in them. What was that word we——‘ ‘Well, these books are all scientific,’ insisted Tom, glanc- ing at her impatiently. ‘This fellow has worked out the whole thing. It’s up to us who are the dominant race to watch out or these other races will have control of things.’ ‘We’ve got to beat them down,’ whispered Daisy, wink- ing ferociously toward the fervent sun. ‘You ought to live in California—’ began Miss Baker but Tom interrupted her by shifting heavily in his chair. ‘This idea is that we’re Nordics. I am, and you are and you are and——’ After an infinitesimal hesitation he in- cluded Daisy with a slight nod and she winked at me again. ‘—and we’ve produced all the things that go to make civili- zation—oh, science and art and al

pathetic in his concentration as if his complacency, more acute than of old, was not enough to him any more. When, almost immediately, the telephone rang inside and the butler left the porch Daisy seized upon the momentary interruption and leaned toward me. ‘I’ll tell you a family secret,’ she whispered enthusiasti-

Tuy nhiên, sự phát triển trung tâm logistics ở nước ta còn tồn tại nhiều bất cập và hạn chế. Trước hết, sự
quan tâm, quy hoạch đầu tư xây dựng các trung tâm logistics vẫn còn hạn chế. Tầm nhìn ngắn hạn, hệ thống
kết cấu hạ tầng giao thông tuy được đầu tư xây dựng khang trang nhưng thường mang tính đơn lẻ theo từng
phương tiện, thiếu kết nối liên hoàn, thiếu các trung tâm logistics hậu cần cho vận hành khai thác hiệu quả và
văn minh giao thông. Quy mô các trung tâm logistics được xây dựng tự phát có quy mơ nhỏ, thường ở mức
dưới 10 ha, thậm chí từ 1 ha đến 2 ha, trong khi ở các nước, quy mô của trung tâm logistics bằng cả quy mô
khu công nghiệp (khu công nghiệp logistics) lên đến cả 1500 ha. Trung tâm logistics ở nước ta chủ yếu

thuộc sở hữu của một doanh nghiệp và cung ứng dịch vụ cho khách hàng, chưa phát triển đến quy mô
hội đủ các yếu tố của một trung tâm logistics như các nước. Việt Nam chưa có một trung tâm logistics
nào đáp ứng cả 5 yếu tố mà chỉ là ICD mở rộng thêm một số chức năng; chưa hình thành các cụm
logistics, các trung tâm logistics chưa thực hiện được chức năng kết nối liên hoàn các phương tiện
vận tải của các địa phương và vùng lãnh thổ vì các trung tâm logistics hiện nay được xây dựng riêng
lẻ trong các khu công nghiệp chỉ để phục vụ mục đích của doanh nghiệp đầu tư kinh doanh. Như đánh
giá của Bộ Công Thương (2020), “Quy mơ của các trung tâm logistics nhìn chung cịn nhỏ (dưới 10
ha), chủ yếu phục vụ một số doanh nghiệp trong khu vực khu công nghiệp hoặc một tỉnh thành,chưa
phát triển đến quy mô phục vụ ngành hoặc một vùng kinh tế”. Quyết định 1012/QĐ-TTg về quy hoạch
phát triển hệ thống trung tâm logistics quy mô loại 1 mới chỉ có 20-30 ha, loại 2 là 10-12 ha; trung tâm
logistics chun dùng chỉ có 3-4 ha, bằng quy mơ của các cảng cạn ICD, kho bãi trong phân phối, lưu
thông (Thủ tướng Chính phủ, 2015). Việt Nam cho đến nay chưa có khu cơng nghiệp logistics nào,
cịn tại các khu công nghiệp của các địa phương, thành phố, các doanh nghiệp đầu tư xây dựng trung
tâm phân phối (logistics) của mình để phục vụ cho sản xuất kinh doanh và làm kinh doanh dịch vụ cho
thuê; đang có sự bất cập trong quy hoạch các khu công nghiệp và các trung tâm logistics (khu công
nghiệp logisics). Chúng ta dường như mới chỉ chú ý đến quy hoạch phát triển các khu công nghiệp
sản xuất, gia công, lắp ráp mà không tính đến các khu cơng nghiệp hậu cần (logistics)…
Hệ lụy là làm cho chi phí logistics tăng cao so với các nước, gây ắch tắc trong lưu thơng hàng hóa giữa
các vùng miền; làm giảm giá trị, chất lượng hàng hóa và khả năng cạnh tranh trên các thị trường; đi xa hơn
là làm trầm trọng thêm ùn tắc giao thông, sử dụng hiệu quả thấp các phương thức vận tải vốn Việt Nam có
nhiều lợi thế như đường biển, đường sông, đường sắt, trong khi đường bộ lại quá tải… Những bất cập, tồn
tại trên là do nhiều nguyên nhân chủ quan và khách quan như nhận thức về vai trị và vị trí của cơ sở hạ tầng
logistics nói chung và các trung tâm logistics nói riêng trong nền kinh tế chưa đầy đủ. Cơ chế, chính sách
phát triển cơ sở hạ tầng logistics, bao gồm các trung tâm logistics còn rất hạn chế, nhất là quỹ đất cho phát
triển bất động sản logistics; các ngành và các địa phương chưa quan tâm, ủng hộ đúng mức đối với logistics
và phát triển các trung tâm logistics, vì mơ hình tăng trưởng kinh tế vẫn chủ yếu theo chiều rộng, năng suất,
chất lượng cịn thấp.
Hậu cần (logistics) ln đặt ra cho mọi nền sản xuất xã hội vì nó là một tất yếu đảm bảo cho mọi nền kinh
tế luôn được phát triển nhịp nhàng, bền vững và hiệu quả cao. Vì vậy, để biến tiềm năng thành lợi thế phát
triển, góp phần thực hiện thắng lợi các mục tiêu phát triển kinh tế - xã hội theo Nghị quyết Đại hội Đảng toàn

quốc lần thứ XIII, thúc đẩy tăng trưởng kinh tế nhanh và bền vững, chúng tôi cho rằng cần phải có nhiều
giải pháp đồng bộ thực hiện cả trước mắt và lâu dài, đặc biệt là cần khắc phục những “mất cân bằng” trong
tư duy, trong các chính sách đầu tư phát triển sản xuất, phân phối và lưu thông. Ở đây, chúng tôi chỉ xin trao
đổi một số khía cạnh về xây dựng mạng lưới các trung tâm logistics - mơ hình kinh doanh mới, thực hiện

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the whip and snap of the curtains and the groan of a pic- ture on the wall. Then there was a boom as Tom Buchanan shut the rear windows and the caught wind died out about the room and the curtains and the rugs and the two young women ballooned slowly to the floor. The younger of the two was a stranger to me. She was extended full length at her end of the divan, completely motionless and with her chin raised a little as if she were balancing something on it which was quite likely to fall. If she saw me out of the corner of her eyes she gave no hint of it—indeed, I was almost surprised into murmuring an apol- ogy for having disturbed her by coming in. The other girl, Daisy, made an attempt to rise—she leaned slightly forward with a conscientious expression— then she laughed, an absurd, charming little laugh, and I laughed too and came forward into the room. ‘I’m p-paralyzed with happiness.’ She laughed again, as if she said something very witty, and held my hand for a moment, looking up into my face, promising that there was no one in the world she so much wanted to see. That was a way she had. She hinted in a mur- mur that the surname of the balancing girl was Baker. (I’ve heard it said that Daisy’s murmur was only to make people lean toward her; an irrelevant criticism that made it no less charming.) At any rate Miss Baker

imperceptibly and then quickly tipped her head back again—the object she was balancing had obviously tottered a little and given her something of a fright. Again a sort of 12 The Great Gatsby apology arose to my lips. Almost any exhibition of complete self sufficiency draws a stunned tribute from me. I looked back at my cousin who began to ask me ques- tions in her low, thrilling voice. It was the kind of voice that the ear follows up and down as if each speech is an arrange- ment of notes that will never be played again. Her face was sad and lovely with bright things in it, bright eyes and a bright passionate mouth—but there was an excitement in her voice that men who had cared for her found difficult to forget: a singing compulsion, a whispered ‘Listen,’ a prom- ise that she had done gay, exciting things just a while since and that there were gay, exciting things hovering in the next hour. I told her how I had stopped off in Chicago for a day on my way east and how a dozen people had sent their love through me. ‘Do they miss me?’ she cried ecstatically. ‘The whole town is desolate. All the cars have the left rear wheel painted black as a mourning wreath and there’s a per- sistent wail all night along the North Shore.’ ‘How gorgeous! Let’s go back, Tom. Tomorrow!’ Then she added irrelevantly, ‘You ought to see the baby.’ ‘I’d like to.’ ‘She’s

ever seen her?’ ‘Never.’ ‘Well, you ought to see her. She’s——‘ Tom Buchanan who had been hovering restlessly about the room stopped and rested his hand on my shoulder. Free eBooks at Planet eBook.com 13 ‘What you doing, Nick?’ ‘I’m a bond man.’ ‘Who with?’ I told him. ‘Never heard of them,’ he remarked decisively. This annoyed me. ‘You will,’ I answered shortly. ‘You will if you stay in the East.’ ‘Oh, I’ll stay in the East, don’t you worry,’ he said, glanc- ing at Daisy and then back at me, as if he were alert for something more. ‘I’d be a God Damned fool to live any- where else.’ At this point Miss Baker said ‘Absolutely!’ with such suddenness that I started—it was the first word she uttered since I came into the room. Evidently it surprised her as much as it did me, for she yawned and with a series of rapid, deft movements stood up into the room. ‘I’m stiff,’ she complained, ‘I’ve been lying on that sofa for as long as I can remember.’ ‘Don’t look at me,’ Daisy retorted. ‘I’ve been trying to get you to New York all afternoon.’ ‘No, thanks,’ said Miss Baker to the four cocktails just in from the pantry, ‘I’m absolutely in training.’ Her host looked at her incredulously. ‘You are!’ He took down his drink as if it were a drop in the bottom of a glass. ‘How you ever get anything done is beyond me.’ I looked at Miss Baker wondering what it was she ‘got d

hiệu quả liên kết kinh tế giữa các địa phương:
Thứ nhất, cần nâng cao nhận thức về vai trò quan trọng của cơ sở hạ tầng logistics và trung tâm logistics,
đặc biệt là thị trường bất động sản logistics trong thu hút đầu tư logistics, thúc đẩy tiêu thụ sản phẩm và xuất
nhập khẩu. Các trung tâm logistics hoạt động như một mơ hình kinh doanh, thực hiện hiệu quả các hình thức
liên kết kinh tế sẽ tạo nguồn thu, đóng góp lớn cho ngân sách nhà nước nhưng đang bị phân tán, thiếu quản
lý và thậm chí đang cịn chảy vào tay của các doanh nghiệp ngoại. Do vậy, phải nâng cao hơn nữa mức ủng
hộ đối với quy hoạch, triển khai và xây dựng hệ thống các trung tâm logistics, khu công nghiệp logistics,
cụm logistics - hình thành thị trường bất động sản logistics Việt Nam.
Thứ hai, Việt Nam cần sớm xây dựng một khung pháp lý đồng bộ cho hoạt động logistics, trước mắt cần
nghiên cứu bổ sung và sửa đổi Luật Thương mại về các nội dung liên quan dịch vụ logistics, quản lý nhà
nước về logistics, hệ thống logistics, hoạt động kinh tế logistics, hệ thống chỉ tiêu kinh tế - kỹ thuật trong
logistics... Từ đó sớm có được các văn bản hướng dẫn phù hợp với thực tiễn hoạt động logistics hiện nay.
Một hành lang pháp lý bao gồm các quy định pháp luật cụ thể, rõ ràng, minh bạch, có hiệu lực trong thực tiễn
với sự quan tâm của Nhà nước và chính quyền các địa phương trong đầu tư cơ sở hạ tầng logistics, phát triển

doanh nhiệp… là những tiền đề quan trọng để thúc đẩy ngành logistics Việt Nam phát triển, đóng góp lớn
hơn nữa cho ngân sách nhà nước. Vì vậy, với một lĩnh quan trọng trong nền kinh tế quốc dân như logistics
thì cùng với việc hoàn thiện, bổ sung 8 Điều trong Luật Thương mại 2005, chúng ta phải tính xây dựng Luật
logistics Việt Nam trong tương lai gần là cần thiết.
Thứ ba, cần sớm xây dựng Chiến lược phát triển logistics Việt Nam đến năm 2030, tầm nhìn đến năm
2045. Với vị trí “Nhạc trưởng” - “Tổng tư lệnh”, logistics là ngành dịch vụ cơ sở hạ tầng quan trọng, mang
tính liên ngành, hiệu lực, hiệu quả quản lý logistics là kết quả tích hợp khoa học, liên ngành giao thơng vận
tải, kế hoạch và đầu tư, thương mại, tài chính, hải quan, cơng nghệ thơng tin... Do đó, để quản lý nhà nước
thống nhất trên quan điểm hiệu quả, lợi ích tồn cục và tối ưu hóa các dịng vận động hàng hóa dịch vụ, tiền
tệ, nhân lực và thơng tin giữa các ngành, các địa phương - Nền tảng cho sự tham gia hiệu quả các chuỗi cung
ứng toàn cầu, cần phải có một Ủy ban Quốc gia về logistics làm chức năng quản lý nhà nước logistics, giải
bài toán tối ưu cho từng chương trình, dự án trên phạm vi nền kinh tế quốc dân và từng khu vực (Đặng Đình
Đào, 2019, 2020).
Thứ tư, cần rà sốt để sửa đổi và tích hợp kịp thời để tránh trùng lặp, chồng chéo, thậm chí mâu thuẫn
nhau trong các chính sách phát triển của các ngành dịch vụ cơ sở hạ tầng như giao thông, thương mại, công
nghệ thông tin, tài chính,… để Việt Nam có được một cơ sở khoa học quản lý vững chắc, nguồn số liệu
thống kê logistics thống nhất về các chỉ tiêu kinh tế - tài chính từ các hoạt động logistics được tính tốn có
cơ sở, tránh trùng lặp thay vì chỉ dựa vào nguồn số liệu của các công ty tư vấn, theo kiểu “bốc thuốc” cho
một lĩnh vực rất quan trọng của nền kinh tế quốc dân… Vì cho đến nay, có thể nói chúng ta vẫn chưa xác
định rõ ràng hoạt động kinh tế thuộc lĩnh vực logistics bao gồm những hoạt động nào? (hay là chỉ “hoạt
động kinh tế” nằm trong mã ngành 5229 - “Hoạt động lập kế hoạch, tổ chức và hỗ trợ vận tải, kho bãi và
phân phối hàng hóa”) theo như Quyết định số 27/QĐ-TTg ngày 6 tháng 7 năm 2018 về Ban hành hệ thống
ngành kinh tế Việt Nam ? Vì vậy, tại Chỉ thị số 21/CT/2018/TTg ngày 18 tháng 7 năm 2018 về “đẩy mạnh
triển khai các các giải pháp nhằm giảm chi phí logistics, kết nối hiệu quả hệ thống hạ tầng giao thông”, Thủ
tướng Chính phủ giao cho Bộ Khoa học và Đào tạo “Xây dựng hệ thống chỉ tiêu thống kê và thu thập dữ liệu
thống kê về logistics” cần sớm nghiên cứu ban hành để làm cơ sở cho việc đánh giá và quản lý thông nhất
ngành logistics hiện nay?
Thứ năm, xây dựng đồng bộ các trung tâm logistics (khu công nghiệp logistics, cụm logistics…) nhằm
thúc đẩy phát triển bền vững kinh tế theo mơ hình Logistics Xanh (Cảng biển → Đường sắt → Các trung
tâm Logistics → Đường ô tô → Khách hàng), phát triển Logistics thành phố. Phải đặc biệt quan tâm đầu tư

xây dựng hạ tầng kết nối để phát triển vận tải đa phương thức nhằm giảm chi phí logistics, coi các trung tâm
logistics như là mơ hình kinh doanh mới, mơ hình thực hiện liên kết hiệu quả giữa các ngành, các địa phương
và vùng lãnh thổ và là giải pháp quan trọng trong thu hút đầu tư logistics, tập trung và quản lý nguồn thu
từ các hoạt động logistics nhằm tăng nguồn thu cho ngân sách nhà nước, hạn chế tình trạng chuyển giá…,
là giải pháp để xây dựng hệ thống giao thông, thương mại thơng minh… (Đặng Đình Đào & Tạ Văn Lợi,
2019).
Cần đầu tư xây dựng các trung tâm logistics để kết nối vùng kinh tế, khai thác các tuyến hành lang kinh

slender, small- 14 The Great Gatsby breasted girl, with an erect carriage which she accentuated by throwing her body backward at the shoulders like a young cadet. Her grey sun-strained eyes looked back at me with polite reciprocal curiosity out of a wan, charming discon- tented face. It occurred to me now that I had seen her, or a picture of her, somewhere before. ‘You live in West Egg,’ she remarked contemptuously. ‘I know somebody there.’ ‘I don’t know a single——‘ ‘You must know Gatsby.’ ‘Gatsby?’ demanded Daisy. ‘What Gatsby?’ Before I could reply that he was my neighbor dinner was announced; wedging his tense arm imperatively un- der mine Tom Buchanan compelled me from the room as though he were moving a checker to another square. Slenderly, languidly, their hands set lightly on their hips the two young women preceded us out onto a rosy-colored porch open toward the sunset where four candles flickered on the table in the diminished wind. ‘Why CANDLES?’ objected Daisy, frowning. She snapped them out with her fingers. ‘In two weeks it’ll be the longest day in the year.’ She looked at us all radiantly. ‘Do you always watch for the longest day of the year and then miss it? I always watch for the longest day in the year and then miss it.’ ‘We ought to plan something,’ yawned Miss Baker, sit- ting down at the table

said Daisy. ‘What’ll we plan?’ She turned to me helplessly. ‘What do people plan?’ Free eBooks at Planet eBook.com 15 Before I could answer her eyes fastened with an awed ex- pression on her little finger. ‘Look!’ she complained. ‘I hurt it.’ We all looked—the knuckle was black and blue. ‘You did it, Tom,’ she said accusingly. ‘I know you didn’t mean to but you DID do it. That’s what I get for marrying a brute of a man, a great big hulking physical specimen of a——‘ ‘I hate that word hulking,’ objected Tom crossly, ‘even in kidding.’ ‘Hulking,’ insisted Daisy. Sometimes she and Miss Baker talked at once, unobtru- sively and with a bantering inconsequence that was never quite chatter, that was as cool as their white dresses and their impersonal eyes in the absence of all desire. They were here—and they accepted Tom and me, making only a po- lite pleasant effort to entertain or to be entertained. They knew that presently dinner would be over and a little later the evening too would be over and casually put away. It was sharply different from the West where an evening was hur- ried from phase to phase toward its close in a continually disappointed anticipation or else in sheer nervous dread of the moment itself. ‘You make me feel uncivilized, Daisy,’ I confessed on my second glass of corky but rather impressive claret. ‘Can’t you talk abou

particular by this remark but it was taken up in an unexpected way. ‘Civilization’s going to pieces,’ broke out Tom violently. 16 The Great Gatsby ‘I’ve gotten to be a terrible pessimist about things. Have you read ‘The Rise of the Coloured Empires’ by this man God- dard?’ ‘Why, no,’ I answered, rather surprised by his tone. ‘Well, it’s a fine book, and everybody ought to read it. The idea is if we don’t look out the white race will be—will be ut- terly submerged. It’s all scientific stuff; it’s been proved.’ ‘Tom’s getting very profound,’ said Daisy with an expres- sion of unthoughtful sadness. ‘He reads deep books with long words in them. What was that word we——‘ ‘Well, these books are all scientific,’ insisted Tom, glanc- ing at her impatiently. ‘This fellow has worked out the whole thing. It’s up to us who are the dominant race to watch out or these other races will have control of things.’ ‘We’ve got to beat them down,’ whispered Daisy, wink- ing ferociously toward the fervent sun. ‘You ought to live in California—’ began Miss Baker but Tom interrupted her by shifting heavily in his chair. ‘This idea is that we’re Nordics. I am, and you are and you are and——’ After an infinitesimal hesitation he in- cluded Daisy with a slight nod and she winked at me again. ‘—and we’ve produced all the things that go to make civili- zation—oh, science and art and al

pathetic in his concentration as if his complacency, more acute than of old, was not enough to him any more. When, almost immediately, the telephone rang inside and the butler left the porch Daisy seized upon the momentary interruption and leaned toward me. ‘I’ll tell you a family secret,’ she whispered enthusiasti-

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the whip and snap of the curtains and the groan of a pic- ture on the wall. Then there was a boom as Tom Buchanan shut the rear windows and the caught wind died out about the room and the curtains and the rugs and the two young women ballooned slowly to the floor. The younger of the two was a stranger to me. She was extended full length at her end of the divan, completely motionless and with her chin raised a little as if she were balancing something on it which was quite likely to fall. If she saw me out of the corner of her eyes she gave no hint of it—indeed, I was almost surprised into murmuring an apol- ogy for having disturbed her by coming in. The other girl, Daisy, made an attempt to rise—she leaned slightly forward with a conscientious expression— then she laughed, an absurd, charming little laugh, and I laughed too and came forward into the room. ‘I’m p-paralyzed with happiness.’ She laughed again, as if she said something very witty, and held my hand for a moment, looking up into my face, promising that there was no one in the world she so much wanted to see. That was a way she had. She hinted in a mur- mur that the surname of the balancing girl was Baker. (I’ve heard it said that Daisy’s murmur was only to make people lean toward her; an irrelevant criticism that made it no less charming.) At any rate Miss Baker

imperceptibly and then quickly tipped her head back again—the object she was balancing had obviously tottered a little and given her something of a fright. Again a sort of 12 The Great Gatsby apology arose to my lips. Almost any exhibition of complete self sufficiency draws a stunned tribute from me. I looked back at my cousin who began to ask me ques- tions in her low, thrilling voice. It was the kind of voice that the ear follows up and down as if each speech is an arrange- ment of notes that will never be played again. Her face was sad and lovely with bright things in it, bright eyes and a bright passionate mouth—but there was an excitement in her voice that men who had cared for her found difficult to forget: a singing compulsion, a whispered ‘Listen,’ a prom- ise that she had done gay, exciting things just a while since and that there were gay, exciting things hovering in the next hour. I told her how I had stopped off in Chicago for a day on my way east and how a dozen people had sent their love through me. ‘Do they miss me?’ she cried ecstatically. ‘The whole town is desolate. All the cars have the left rear wheel painted black as a mourning wreath and there’s a per- sistent wail all night along the North Shore.’ ‘How gorgeous! Let’s go back, Tom. Tomorrow!’ Then she added irrelevantly, ‘You ought to see the baby.’ ‘I’d like to.’ ‘She’s

ever seen her?’ ‘Never.’ ‘Well, you ought to see her. She’s——‘ Tom Buchanan who had been hovering restlessly about the room stopped and rested his hand on my shoulder. Free eBooks at Planet eBook.com 13 ‘What you doing, Nick?’ ‘I’m a bond man.’ ‘Who with?’ I told him. ‘Never heard of them,’ he remarked decisively. This annoyed me. ‘You will,’ I answered shortly. ‘You will if you stay in the East.’ ‘Oh, I’ll stay in the East, don’t you worry,’ he said, glanc- ing at Daisy and then back at me, as if he were alert for something more. ‘I’d be a God Damned fool to live any- where else.’ At this point Miss Baker said ‘Absolutely!’ with such suddenness that I started—it was the first word she uttered since I came into the room. Evidently it surprised her as much as it did me, for she yawned and with a series of rapid, deft movements stood up into the room. ‘I’m stiff,’ she complained, ‘I’ve been lying on that sofa for as long as I can remember.’ ‘Don’t look at me,’ Daisy retorted. ‘I’ve been trying to get you to New York all afternoon.’ ‘No, thanks,’ said Miss Baker to the four cocktails just in from the pantry, ‘I’m absolutely in training.’ Her host looked at her incredulously. ‘You are!’ He took down his drink as if it were a drop in the bottom of a glass. ‘How you ever get anything done is beyond me.’ I looked at Miss Baker wondering what it was she ‘got d

tế, để thúc đẩy lưu thơng hàng hóa, xuất nhập khẩu và tiêu thụ sản phẩm cho các ngành và địa phương. Các
trung tâm logistics cần được xây dựng tại các điểm kết nối các loại phương tiện vận tải mà địa phương, vùng
lãnh thổ đang có lợi thế như đường bộ, đường sắt, đường thủy… Đừng để tình trạng như nhiều địa phương

hiện nay xây dựng các trung trung logistics trong các khu công nghiệp rồi mới tính làm dự án xây đường kết
nối vào trung tâm. Các trung tâm phải được quy hoạch, xây dựng có quy mơ tương đương với các khu công
nghiệp hiện nay ở nước ta để thu hút các tập đoàn logistics của khu vực, thế giới, các doanh nghiệp logistics
trong nước vào đầu tư, kinh doanh. Cần sớm quy hoạch, xây dựng các khu công nghiệp logistics làm hậu cần
cho các khu công nghiệp sản xuất tại các vùng kinh tế và các địa phương, chứ không nên quá tập trung xây dựng
các trung tâm logistics quy mô nhỏ 2-3 ha trong các khu công nghiệp như hiện nay.
Thứ sáu, cần có chính sách đặc thù về đất đai cho xây dựng các trung tâm logistics tại các địa phương
nhằm thực hiện liên kết kinh tế hiệu quả giữa các ngành, địa phương và vùng lãnh thổ, thông quan đó thúc
đẩy lưu thơng và xuất nhập khẩu hàng hóa, khai thác hiệu quả dư địa cịn rất lớn từ dịch vụ logistics để tăng
nguồn thu cho ngân sách nhà nước. Cơ sở hạ tầng logsitics phát triển chính là hệ thống cơ sở hạ tầng được
kết nối liên hồn của các cơ sở hạ tầng giao thơng, thương mại, công nghệ thông tin và các lĩnh vực dịch vụ
khác có liên quan theo hướng đảm bảo tối ưu hóa dịng vận động hàng hóa, tiền tệ, thơng tin với mục tiêu
giảm chi phí thấp nhất trong phân phối, lưu thông của nền kinh tế quốc dân. Ưu tiên đầu tư phát triển hệ
thống đường gom, đường kết nối ở các địa phương, phát triển các phần mềm chuyên ứng dụng logistics để
giảm chi phí logistics cho các doanh nghiệp.
Thứ bảy, đẩy mạnh đào tạo và phát triển nguồn nhân lực logistics trong nền kinh tế quốc dân. Từ đội
ngũ cán bộ quản lý nhà nước trung ương đến cán bộ quản lý các địa phương rất cần được trang bị kiến thức
logistics, có tư duy logistics để tổ chức và quản lý khoa học các hoạt động của mình với thời gian và chi phí
thấp nhất nhằm có các quyết định và giải quyết các vấn đề của nền kinh tế trên quan điểm lợi ích tồn cục lợi ích quốc gia, tránh tư tưởng lợi ích cục bộ địa phương, lợi ích nhóm và lợi ích dự án.
Thứ tám, tăng cường nghiên cứu và học tập kinh nghiệm của các nước có nền cơng nghiệp logistics phát
triển, đặc biệt là trong xây dựng và vận hành các trung tâm logistics, cụm logistics. Ở các nước, ngành
logistics luôn giữ vai trò quan trọng trong nền kinh tế và các hoạt động logistics luôn đem lại hiệu quả kinh
tế cao, nguồn thu lớn cho Ngân sách nhà nước. Trong giai đoạn phát triển hiện nay, việc nghiên cứu, học
tập kinh nghiệm từ các nước có nền cơng nghiệp logistics phát triển là rất cần thiết (Đặng Đình Đào & Tạ
Văn Lợi, 2019).

slender, small- 14 The Great Gatsby breasted girl, with an erect carriage which she accentuated by throwing her body backward at the shoulders like a young cadet. Her grey sun-strained eyes looked back at me with polite reciprocal curiosity out of a wan, charming discon- tented face. It occurred to me now that I had seen her, or a picture of her, somewhere before. ‘You live in West Egg,’ she remarked contemptuously. ‘I know somebody there.’ ‘I don’t know a single——‘ ‘You must know Gatsby.’ ‘Gatsby?’ demanded Daisy. ‘What Gatsby?’ Before I could reply that he was my neighbor dinner was announced; wedging his tense arm imperatively un- der mine Tom Buchanan compelled me from the room as though he were moving a checker to another square. Slenderly, languidly, their hands set lightly on their hips the two young women preceded us out onto a rosy-colored porch open toward the sunset where four candles flickered on the table in the diminished wind. ‘Why CANDLES?’ objected Daisy, frowning. She snapped them out with her fingers. ‘In two weeks it’ll be the longest day in the year.’ She looked at us all radiantly. ‘Do you always watch for the longest day of the year and then miss it? I always watch for the longest day in the year and then miss it.’ ‘We ought to plan something,’ yawned Miss Baker, sit- ting down at the table

said Daisy. ‘What’ll we plan?’ She turned to me helplessly. ‘What do people plan?’ Free eBooks at Planet eBook.com 15 Before I could answer her eyes fastened with an awed ex- pression on her little finger. ‘Look!’ she complained. ‘I hurt it.’ We all looked—the knuckle was black and blue. ‘You did it, Tom,’ she said accusingly. ‘I know you didn’t mean to but you DID do it. That’s what I get for marrying a brute of a man, a great big hulking physical specimen of a——‘ ‘I hate that word hulking,’ objected Tom crossly, ‘even in kidding.’ ‘Hulking,’ insisted Daisy. Sometimes she and Miss Baker talked at once, unobtru- sively and with a bantering inconsequence that was never quite chatter, that was as cool as their white dresses and their impersonal eyes in the absence of all desire. They were here—and they accepted Tom and me, making only a po- lite pleasant effort to entertain or to be entertained. They knew that presently dinner would be over and a little later the evening too would be over and casually put away. It was sharply different from the West where an evening was hur- ried from phase to phase toward its close in a continually disappointed anticipation or else in sheer nervous dread of the moment itself. ‘You make me feel uncivilized, Daisy,’ I confessed on my second glass of corky but rather impressive claret. ‘Can’t you talk abou

particular by this remark but it was taken up in an unexpected way. ‘Civilization’s going to pieces,’ broke out Tom violently. 16 The Great Gatsby ‘I’ve gotten to be a terrible pessimist about things. Have you read ‘The Rise of the Coloured Empires’ by this man God- dard?’ ‘Why, no,’ I answered, rather surprised by his tone. ‘Well, it’s a fine book, and everybody ought to read it. The idea is if we don’t look out the white race will be—will be ut- terly submerged. It’s all scientific stuff; it’s been proved.’ ‘Tom’s getting very profound,’ said Daisy with an expres- sion of unthoughtful sadness. ‘He reads deep books with long words in them. What was that word we——‘ ‘Well, these books are all scientific,’ insisted Tom, glanc- ing at her impatiently. ‘This fellow has worked out the whole thing. It’s up to us who are the dominant race to watch out or these other races will have control of things.’ ‘We’ve got to beat them down,’ whispered Daisy, wink- ing ferociously toward the fervent sun. ‘You ought to live in California—’ began Miss Baker but Tom interrupted her by shifting heavily in his chair. ‘This idea is that we’re Nordics. I am, and you are and you are and——’ After an infinitesimal hesitation he in- cluded Daisy with a slight nod and she winked at me again. ‘—and we’ve produced all the things that go to make civili- zation—oh, science and art and al

pathetic in his concentration as if his complacency, more acute than of old, was not enough to him any more. When, almost immediately, the telephone rang inside and the butler left the porch Daisy seized upon the momentary interruption and leaned toward me. ‘I’ll tell you a family secret,’ she whispered enthusiasti-

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the whip and snap of the curtains and the groan of a pic- ture on the wall. Then there was a boom as Tom Buchanan shut the rear windows and the caught wind died out about the room and the curtains and the rugs and the two young women ballooned slowly to the floor. The younger of the two was a stranger to me. She was extended full length at her end of the divan, completely motionless and with her chin raised a little as if she were balancing something on it which was quite likely to fall. If she saw me out of the corner of her eyes she gave no hint of it—indeed, I was almost surprised into murmuring an apol- ogy for having disturbed her by coming in. The other girl, Daisy, made an attempt to rise—she leaned slightly forward with a conscientious expression— then she laughed, an absurd, charming little laugh, and I laughed too and came forward into the room. ‘I’m p-paralyzed with happiness.’ She laughed again, as if she said something very witty, and held my hand for a moment, looking up into my face, promising that there was no one in the world she so much wanted to see. That was a way she had. She hinted in a mur- mur that the surname of the balancing girl was Baker. (I’ve heard it said that Daisy’s murmur was only to make people lean toward her; an irrelevant criticism that made it no less charming.) At any rate Miss Bake

imperceptibly and then quickly tipped her head back again—the object she was balancing had obviously tottered a little and given her something of a fright. Again a sort of 12 The Great Gatsby apology arose to my lips. Almost any exhibition of complete self sufficiency draws a stunned tribute from me. I looked back at my cousin who began to ask me ques- tions in her low, thrilling voice. It was the kind of voice that the ear follows up and down as if each speech is an arrange- ment of notes that will never be played again. Her face was sad and lovely with bright things in it, bright eyes and a bright passionate mouth—but there was an excitement in her voice that men who had cared for her found difficult to forget: a singing compulsion, a whispered ‘Listen,’ a prom- ise that she had done gay, exciting things just a while since and that there were gay, exciting things hovering in the next hour. I told her how I had stopped off in Chicago for a day on my way east and how a dozen people had sent their love through me. ‘Do they miss me?’ she cried ecstatically. ‘The whole town is desolate. All the cars have the left rear wheel painted black as a mourning wreath and there’s a per- sistent wail all night along the North Shore.’ ‘How gorgeous! Let’s go back, Tom. Tomorrow!’ Then she added irrelevantly, ‘You ought to see the baby.’ ‘I’d like to.’ ‘She’s

ever seen her?’ ‘Never.’ ‘Well, you ought to see her. She’s——‘ Tom Buchanan who had been hovering restlessly about the room stopped and rested his hand on my shoulder. Free eBooks at Planet eBook.com 13 ‘What you doing, Nick?’ ‘I’m a bond man.’ ‘Who with?’ I told him. ‘Never heard of them,’ he remarked decisively. This annoyed me. ‘You will,’ I answered shortly. ‘You will if you stay in the East.’ ‘Oh, I’ll stay in the East, don’t you worry,’ he said, glanc- ing at Daisy and then back at me, as if he were alert for something more. ‘I’d be a God Damned fool to live any- where else.’ At this point Miss Baker said ‘Absolutely!’ with such suddenness that I started—it was the first word she uttered since I came into the room. Evidently it surprised her as much as it did me, for she yawned and with a series of rapid, deft movements stood up into the room. ‘I’m stiff,’ she complained, ‘I’ve been lying on that sofa for as long as I can remember.’ ‘Don’t look at me,’ Daisy retorted. ‘I’ve been trying to get you to New York all afternoon.’ ‘No, thanks,’ said Miss Baker to the four cocktails just in from the pantry, ‘I’m absolutely in training.’ Her host looked at her incredulously. ‘You are!’ He took down his drink as if it were a drop in the bottom of a glass. ‘How you ever get anything done is beyond me.’ I looked at Miss Baker wondering what it was she ‘got

slender, small- 14 The Great Gatsby breasted girl, with an erect carriage which she accentuated by throwing her body backward at the shoulders like a young cadet. Her grey sun-strained eyes looked back at me with polite reciprocal curiosity out of a wan, charming discon- tented face. It occurred to me now that I had seen her, or a picture of her, somewhere before. ‘You live in West Egg,’ she remarked contemptuously. ‘I know somebody there.’ ‘I don’t know a single——‘ ‘You must know Gatsby.’ ‘Gatsby?’ demanded Daisy. ‘What Gatsby?’ Before I could reply that he was my neighbor dinner was announced; wedging his tense arm imperatively un- der mine Tom Buchanan compelled me from the room as though he were moving a checker to another square. Slenderly, languidly, their hands set lightly on their hips the two young women preceded us out onto a rosy-colored porch open toward the sunset where four candles flickered on the table in the diminished wind. ‘Why CANDLES?’ objected Daisy, frowning. She snapped them out with her fingers. ‘In two weeks it’ll be the longest day in the year.’ She looked at us all radiantly. ‘Do you always watch for the longest day of the year and then miss it? I always watch for the longest day in the year and then miss it.’ ‘We ought to plan something,’ yawned Miss Baker, sit- ting down at the table

said Daisy. ‘What’ll we plan?’ She turned to me helplessly. ‘What do people plan?’ Free eBooks at Planet eBook.com 15 Before I could answer her eyes fastened with an awed ex- pression on her little finger. ‘Look!’ she complained. ‘I hurt it.’ We all looked—the knuckle was black and blue. ‘You did it, Tom,’ she said accusingly. ‘I know you didn’t mean to but you DID do it. That’s what I get for marrying a brute of a man, a great big hulking physical specimen of a——‘ ‘I hate that word hulking,’ objected Tom crossly, ‘even in kidding.’ ‘Hulking,’ insisted Daisy. Sometimes she and Miss Baker talked at once, unobtru- sively and with a bantering inconsequence that was never quite chatter, that was as cool as their white dresses and their impersonal eyes in the absence of all desire. They were here—and they accepted Tom and me, making only a po- lite pleasant effort to entertain or to be entertained. They knew that presently dinner would be over and a little later the evening too would be over and casually put away. It was sharply different from the West where an evening was hur- ried from phase to phase toward its close in a continually disappointed anticipation or else in sheer nervous dread of the moment itself. ‘You make me feel uncivilized, Daisy,’ I confessed on my second glass of corky but rather impressive claret. ‘Can’t you talk abou

particular by this remark but it was taken up in an unexpected way. ‘Civilization’s going to pieces,’ broke out Tom violently. 16 The Great Gatsby ‘I’ve gotten to be a terrible pessimist about things. Have you read ‘The Rise of the Coloured Empires’ by this man God- dard?’ ‘Why, no,’ I answered, rather surprised by his tone. ‘Well, it’s a fine book, and everybody ought to read it. The idea is if we don’t look out the white race will be—will be ut- terly submerged. It’s all scientific stuff; it’s been proved.’ ‘Tom’s getting very profound,’ said Daisy with an expres- sion of unthoughtful sadness. ‘He reads deep books with long words in them. What was that word we——‘ ‘Well, these books are all scientific,’ insisted Tom, glanc- ing at her impatiently. ‘This fellow has worked out the whole thing. It’s up to us who are the dominant race to watch out or these other races will have control of things.’ ‘We’ve got to beat them down,’ whispered Daisy, wink- ing ferociously toward the fervent sun. ‘You ought to live in California—’ began Miss Baker but Tom interrupted her by shifting heavily in his chair. ‘This idea is that we’re Nordics. I am, and you are and you are and——’ After an infinitesimal hesitation he in- cluded Daisy with a slight nod and she winked at me again. ‘—and we’ve produced all the things that go to make civili- zation—oh, science and art and al

pathetic in his concentration as if his complacency, more acute than of old, was not enough to him any more. When, almost immediately, the telephone rang inside and the butler left the porch Daisy seized upon the momentary interruption and leaned toward me. ‘I’ll tell you a family secret,’ she whispered enthusiasti-


the whip and snap of the curtains and the groan of a pic- ture on the wall. Then there was a boom as Tom Buchanan shut the rear windows and the caught wind died out about the room and the curtains and the rugs and the two young women ballooned slowly to the floor. The younger of the two was a stranger to me. She was extended full length at her end of the divan, completely motionless and with her chin raised a little as if she were balancing something on it which was quite likely to fall. If she saw me out of the corner of her eyes she gave no hint of it—indeed, I was almost surprised into murmuring an apol- ogy for having disturbed her by coming in. The other girl, Daisy, made an attempt to rise—she leaned slightly forward with a conscientious expression— then she laughed, an absurd, charming little laugh, and I laughed too and came forward into the room. ‘I’m p-paralyzed with happiness.’ She laughed again, as if she said something very witty, and held my hand for a moment, looking up into my face, promising that there was no one in the world she so much wanted to see. That was a way she had. She hinted in a mur- mur that the surname of the balancing girl was Baker. (I’ve heard it said that Daisy’s murmur was only to make people lean toward her; an irrelevant criticism that made it no less charming.) At any rate Miss Bake

imperceptibly and then quickly tipped her head back again—the object she was balancing had obviously tottered a little and given her something of a fright. Again a sort of 12 The Great Gatsby apology arose to my lips. Almost any exhibition of complete self sufficiency draws a stunned tribute from me. I looked back at my cousin who began to ask me ques- tions in her low, thrilling voice. It was the kind of voice that the ear follows up and down as if each speech is an arrange- ment of notes that will never be played again. Her face was sad and lovely with bright things in it, bright eyes and a bright passionate mouth—but there was an excitement in her voice that men who had cared for her found difficult to forget: a singing compulsion, a whispered ‘Listen,’ a prom- ise that she had done gay, exciting things just a while since and that there were gay, exciting things hovering in the next hour. I told her how I had stopped off in Chicago for a day on my way east and how a dozen people had sent their love through me. ‘Do they miss me?’ she cried ecstatically. ‘The whole town is desolate. All the cars have the left rear wheel painted black as a mourning wreath and there’s a per- sistent wail all night along the North Shore.’ ‘How gorgeous! Let’s go back, Tom. Tomorrow!’ Then she added irrelevantly, ‘You ought to see the baby.’ ‘I’d like to.’ ‘She’s

ever seen her?’ ‘Never.’ ‘Well, you ought to see her. She’s——‘ Tom Buchanan who had been hovering restlessly about the room stopped and rested his hand on my shoulder. Free eBooks at Planet eBook.com 13 ‘What you doing, Nick?’ ‘I’m a bond man.’ ‘Who with?’ I told him. ‘Never heard of them,’ he remarked decisively. This annoyed me. ‘You will,’ I answered shortly. ‘You will if you stay in the East.’ ‘Oh, I’ll stay in the East, don’t you worry,’ he said, glanc- ing at Daisy and then back at me, as if he were alert for something more. ‘I’d be a God Damned fool to live any- where else.’ At this point Miss Baker said ‘Absolutely!’ with such suddenness that I started—it was the first word she uttered since I came into the room. Evidently it surprised her as much as it did me, for she yawned and with a series of rapid, deft movements stood up into the room. ‘I’m stiff,’ she complained, ‘I’ve been lying on that sofa for as long as I can remember.’ ‘Don’t look at me,’ Daisy retorted. ‘I’ve been trying to get you to New York all afternoon.’ ‘No, thanks,’ said Miss Baker to the four cocktails just in from the pantry, ‘I’m absolutely in training.’ Her host looked at her incredulously. ‘You are!’ He took down his drink as if it were a drop in the bottom of a glass. ‘How you ever get anything done is beyond me.’ I looked at Miss Baker wondering what it was she ‘got

slender, small- 14 The Great Gatsby breasted girl, with an erect carriage which she accentuated by throwing her body backward at the shoulders like a young cadet. Her grey sun-strained eyes looked back at me with polite reciprocal curiosity out of a wan, charming discon- tented face. It occurred to me now that I had seen her, or a picture of her, somewhere before. ‘You live in West Egg,’ she remarked contemptuously. ‘I know somebody there.’ ‘I don’t know a single——‘ ‘You must know Gatsby.’ ‘Gatsby?’ demanded Daisy. ‘What Gatsby?’ Before I could reply that he was my neighbor dinner was announced; wedging his tense arm imperatively un- der mine Tom Buchanan compelled me from the room as though he were moving a checker to another square. Slenderly, languidly, their hands set lightly on their hips the two young women preceded us out onto a rosy-colored porch open toward the sunset where four candles flickered on the table in the diminished wind. ‘Why CANDLES?’ objected Daisy, frowning. She snapped them out with her fingers. ‘In two weeks it’ll be the longest day in the year.’ She looked at us all radiantly. ‘Do you always watch for the longest day of the year and then miss it? I always watch for the longest day in the year and then miss it.’ ‘We ought to plan something,’ yawned Miss Baker, sit- ting down at the table

said Daisy. ‘What’ll we plan?’ She turned to me helplessly. ‘What do people plan?’ Free eBooks at Planet eBook.com 15 Before I could answer her eyes fastened with an awed ex- pression on her little finger. ‘Look!’ she complained. ‘I hurt it.’ We all looked—the knuckle was black and blue. ‘You did it, Tom,’ she said accusingly. ‘I know you didn’t mean to but you DID do it. That’s what I get for marrying a brute of a man, a great big hulking physical specimen of a——‘ ‘I hate that word hulking,’ objected Tom crossly, ‘even in kidding.’ ‘Hulking,’ insisted Daisy. Sometimes she and Miss Baker talked at once, unobtru- sively and with a bantering inconsequence that was never quite chatter, that was as cool as their white dresses and their impersonal eyes in the absence of all desire. They were here—and they accepted Tom and me, making only a po- lite pleasant effort to entertain or to be entertained. They knew that presently dinner would be over and a little later the evening too would be over and casually put away. It was sharply different from the West where an evening was hur- ried from phase to phase toward its close in a continually disappointed anticipation or else in sheer nervous dread of the moment itself. ‘You make me feel uncivilized, Daisy,’ I confessed on my second glass of corky but rather impressive claret. ‘Can’t you talk abou

particular by this remark but it was taken up in an unexpected way. ‘Civilization’s going to pieces,’ broke out Tom violently. 16 The Great Gatsby ‘I’ve gotten to be a terrible pessimist about things. Have you read ‘The Rise of the Coloured Empires’ by this man God- dard?’ ‘Why, no,’ I answered, rather surprised by his tone. ‘Well, it’s a fine book, and everybody ought to read it. The idea is if we don’t look out the white race will be—will be ut- terly submerged. It’s all scientific stuff; it’s been proved.’ ‘Tom’s getting very profound,’ said Daisy with an expres- sion of unthoughtful sadness. ‘He reads deep books with long words in them. What was that word we——‘ ‘Well, these books are all scientific,’ insisted Tom, glanc- ing at her impatiently. ‘This fellow has worked out the whole thing. It’s up to us who are the dominant race to watch out or these other races will have control of things.’ ‘We’ve got to beat them down,’ whispered Daisy, wink- ing ferociously toward the fervent sun. ‘You ought to live in California—’ began Miss Baker but Tom interrupted her by shifting heavily in his chair. ‘This idea is that we’re Nordics. I am, and you are and you are and——’ After an infinitesimal hesitation he in- cluded Daisy with a slight nod and she winked at me again. ‘—and we’ve produced all the things that go to make civili- zation—oh, science and art and al

pathetic in his concentration as if his complacency, more acute than of old, was not enough to him any more. When, almost immediately, the telephone rang inside and the butler left the porch Daisy seized upon the momentary interruption and leaned toward me. ‘I’ll tell you a family secret,’ she whispered enthusiasti-


the whip and snap of the curtains and the groan of a pic- ture on the wall. Then there was a boom as Tom Buchanan shut the rear windows and the caught wind died out about the room and the curtains and the rugs and the two young women ballooned slowly to the floor. The younger of the two was a stranger to me. She was extended full length at her end of the divan, completely motionless and with her chin raised a little as if she were balancing something on it which was quite likely to fall. If she saw me out of the corner of her eyes she gave no hint of it—indeed, I was almost surprised into murmuring an apol- ogy for having disturbed her by coming in. The other girl, Daisy, made an attempt to rise—she leaned slightly forward with a conscientious expression— then she laughed, an absurd, charming little laugh, and I laughed too and came forward into the room. ‘I’m p-paralyzed with happiness.’ She laughed again, as if she said something very witty, and held my hand for a moment, looking up into my face, promising that there was no one in the world she so much wanted to see. That was a way she had. She hinted in a mur- mur that the surname of the balancing girl was Baker. (I’ve heard it said that Daisy’s murmur was only to make people lean toward her; an irrelevant criticism that made it no less charming.) At any rate Miss Bake

imperceptibly and then quickly tipped her head back again—the object she was balancing had obviously tottered a little and given her something of a fright. Again a sort of 12 The Great Gatsby apology arose to my lips. Almost any exhibition of complete self sufficiency draws a stunned tribute from me. I looked back at my cousin who began to ask me ques- tions in her low, thrilling voice. It was the kind of voice that the ear follows up and down as if each speech is an arrange- ment of notes that will never be played again. Her face was sad and lovely with bright things in it, bright eyes and a bright passionate mouth—but there was an excitement in her voice that men who had cared for her found difficult to forget: a singing compulsion, a whispered ‘Listen,’ a prom- ise that she had done gay, exciting things just a while since and that there were gay, exciting things hovering in the next hour. I told her how I had stopped off in Chicago for a day on my way east and how a dozen people had sent their love through me. ‘Do they miss me?’ she cried ecstatically. ‘The whole town is desolate. All the cars have the left rear wheel painted black as a mourning wreath and there’s a per- sistent wail all night along the North Shore.’ ‘How gorgeous! Let’s go back, Tom. Tomorrow!’ Then she added irrelevantly, ‘You ought to see the baby.’ ‘I’d like to.’ ‘She’s

ever seen her?’ ‘Never.’ ‘Well, you ought to see her. She’s——‘ Tom Buchanan who had been hovering restlessly about the room stopped and rested his hand on my shoulder. Free eBooks at Planet eBook.com 13 ‘What you doing, Nick?’ ‘I’m a bond man.’ ‘Who with?’ I told him. ‘Never heard of them,’ he remarked decisively. This annoyed me. ‘You will,’ I answered shortly. ‘You will if you stay in the East.’ ‘Oh, I’ll stay in the East, don’t you worry,’ he said, glanc- ing at Daisy and then back at me, as if he were alert for something more. ‘I’d be a God Damned fool to live any- where else.’ At this point Miss Baker said ‘Absolutely!’ with such suddenness that I started—it was the first word she uttered since I came into the room. Evidently it surprised her as much as it did me, for she yawned and with a series of rapid, deft movements stood up into the room. ‘I’m stiff,’ she complained, ‘I’ve been lying on that sofa for as long as I can remember.’ ‘Don’t look at me,’ Daisy retorted. ‘I’ve been trying to get you to New York all afternoon.’ ‘No, thanks,’ said Miss Baker to the four cocktails just in from the pantry, ‘I’m absolutely in training.’ Her host looked at her incredulously. ‘You are!’ He took down his drink as if it were a drop in the bottom of a glass. ‘How you ever get anything done is beyond me.’ I looked at Miss Baker wondering what it was she ‘got

slender, small- 14 The Great Gatsby breasted girl, with an erect carriage which she accentuated by throwing her body backward at the shoulders like a young cadet. Her grey sun-strained eyes looked back at me with polite reciprocal curiosity out of a wan, charming discon- tented face. It occurred to me now that I had seen her, or a picture of her, somewhere before. ‘You live in West Egg,’ she remarked contemptuously. ‘I know somebody there.’ ‘I don’t know a single——‘ ‘You must know Gatsby.’ ‘Gatsby?’ demanded Daisy. ‘What Gatsby?’ Before I could reply that he was my neighbor dinner was announced; wedging his tense arm imperatively un- der mine Tom Buchanan compelled me from the room as though he were moving a checker to another square. Slenderly, languidly, their hands set lightly on their hips the two young women preceded us out onto a rosy-colored porch open toward the sunset where four candles flickered on the table in the diminished wind. ‘Why CANDLES?’ objected Daisy, frowning. She snapped them out with her fingers. ‘In two weeks it’ll be the longest day in the year.’ She looked at us all radiantly. ‘Do you always watch for the longest day of the year and then miss it? I always watch for the longest day in the year and then miss it.’ ‘We ought to plan something,’ yawned Miss Baker, sit- ting down at the table

said Daisy. ‘What’ll we plan?’ She turned to me helplessly. ‘What do people plan?’ Free eBooks at Planet eBook.com 15 Before I could answer her eyes fastened with an awed ex- pression on her little finger. ‘Look!’ she complained. ‘I hurt it.’ We all looked—the knuckle was black and blue. ‘You did it, Tom,’ she said accusingly. ‘I know you didn’t mean to but you DID do it. That’s what I get for marrying a brute of a man, a great big hulking physical specimen of a——‘ ‘I hate that word hulking,’ objected Tom crossly, ‘even in kidding.’ ‘Hulking,’ insisted Daisy. Sometimes she and Miss Baker talked at once, unobtru- sively and with a bantering inconsequence that was never quite chatter, that was as cool as their white dresses and their impersonal eyes in the absence of all desire. They were here—and they accepted Tom and me, making only a po- lite pleasant effort to entertain or to be entertained. They knew that presently dinner would be over and a little later the evening too would be over and casually put away. It was sharply different from the West where an evening was hur- ried from phase to phase toward its close in a continually disappointed anticipation or else in sheer nervous dread of the moment itself. ‘You make me feel uncivilized, Daisy,’ I confessed on my second glass of corky but rather impressive claret. ‘Can’t you talk abou

particular by this remark but it was taken up in an unexpected way. ‘Civilization’s going to pieces,’ broke out Tom violently. 16 The Great Gatsby ‘I’ve gotten to be a terrible pessimist about things. Have you read ‘The Rise of the Coloured Empires’ by this man God- dard?’ ‘Why, no,’ I answered, rather surprised by his tone. ‘Well, it’s a fine book, and everybody ought to read it. The idea is if we don’t look out the white race will be—will be ut- terly submerged. It’s all scientific stuff; it’s been proved.’ ‘Tom’s getting very profound,’ said Daisy with an expres- sion of unthoughtful sadness. ‘He reads deep books with long words in them. What was that word we——‘ ‘Well, these books are all scientific,’ insisted Tom, glanc- ing at her impatiently. ‘This fellow has worked out the whole thing. It’s up to us who are the dominant race to watch out or these other races will have control of things.’ ‘We’ve got to beat them down,’ whispered Daisy, wink- ing ferociously toward the fervent sun. ‘You ought to live in California—’ began Miss Baker but Tom interrupted her by shifting heavily in his chair. ‘This idea is that we’re Nordics. I am, and you are and you are and——’ After an infinitesimal hesitation he in- cluded Daisy with a slight nod and she winked at me again. ‘—and we’ve produced all the things that go to make civili- zation—oh, science and art and al

pathetic in his concentration as if his complacency, more acute than of old, was not enough to him any more. When, almost immediately, the telephone rang inside and the butler left the porch Daisy seized upon the momentary interruption and leaned toward me. ‘I’ll tell you a family secret,’ she whispered enthusiasti-


the whip and snap of the curtains and the groan of a pic- ture on the wall. Then there was a boom as Tom Buchanan shut the rear windows and the caught wind died out about the room and the curtains and the rugs and the two young women ballooned slowly to the floor. The younger of the two was a stranger to me. She was extended full length at her end of the divan, completely motionless and with her chin raised a little as if she were balancing something on it which was quite likely to fall. If she saw me out of the corner of her eyes she gave no hint of it—indeed, I was almost surprised into murmuring an apol- ogy for having disturbed her by coming in. The other girl, Daisy, made an attempt to rise—she leaned slightly forward with a conscientious expression— then she laughed, an absurd, charming little laugh, and I laughed too and came forward into the room. ‘I’m p-paralyzed with happiness.’ She laughed again, as if she said something very witty, and held my hand for a moment, looking up into my face, promising that there was no one in the world she so much wanted to see. That was a way she had. She hinted in a mur- mur that the surname of the balancing girl was Baker. (I’ve heard it said that Daisy’s murmur was only to make people lean toward her; an irrelevant criticism that made it no less charming.) At any rate Miss Bake

imperceptibly and then quickly tipped her head back again—the object she was balancing had obviously tottered a little and given her something of a fright. Again a sort of 12 The Great Gatsby apology arose to my lips. Almost any exhibition of complete self sufficiency draws a stunned tribute from me. I looked back at my cousin who began to ask me ques- tions in her low, thrilling voice. It was the kind of voice that the ear follows up and down as if each speech is an arrange- ment of notes that will never be played again. Her face was sad and lovely with bright things in it, bright eyes and a bright passionate mouth—but there was an excitement in her voice that men who had cared for her found difficult to forget: a singing compulsion, a whispered ‘Listen,’ a prom- ise that she had done gay, exciting things just a while since and that there were gay, exciting things hovering in the next hour. I told her how I had stopped off in Chicago for a day on my way east and how a dozen people had sent their love through me. ‘Do they miss me?’ she cried ecstatically. ‘The whole town is desolate. All the cars have the left rear wheel painted black as a mourning wreath and there’s a per- sistent wail all night along the North Shore.’ ‘How gorgeous! Let’s go back, Tom. Tomorrow!’ Then she added irrelevantly, ‘You ought to see the baby.’ ‘I’d like to.’ ‘She’s

ever seen her?’ ‘Never.’ ‘Well, you ought to see her. She’s——‘ Tom Buchanan who had been hovering restlessly about the room stopped and rested his hand on my shoulder. Free eBooks at Planet eBook.com 13 ‘What you doing, Nick?’ ‘I’m a bond man.’ ‘Who with?’ I told him. ‘Never heard of them,’ he remarked decisively. This annoyed me. ‘You will,’ I answered shortly. ‘You will if you stay in the East.’ ‘Oh, I’ll stay in the East, don’t you worry,’ he said, glanc- ing at Daisy and then back at me, as if he were alert for something more. ‘I’d be a God Damned fool to live any- where else.’ At this point Miss Baker said ‘Absolutely!’ with such suddenness that I started—it was the first word she uttered since I came into the room. Evidently it surprised her as much as it did me, for she yawned and with a series of rapid, deft movements stood up into the room. ‘I’m stiff,’ she complained, ‘I’ve been lying on that sofa for as long as I can remember.’ ‘Don’t look at me,’ Daisy retorted. ‘I’ve been trying to get you to New York all afternoon.’ ‘No, thanks,’ said Miss Baker to the four cocktails just in from the pantry, ‘I’m absolutely in training.’ Her host looked at her incredulously. ‘You are!’ He took down his drink as if it were a drop in the bottom of a glass. ‘How you ever get anything done is beyond me.’ I looked at Miss Baker wondering what it was she ‘got

slender, small- 14 The Great Gatsby breasted girl, with an erect carriage which she accentuated by throwing her body backward at the shoulders like a young cadet. Her grey sun-strained eyes looked back at me with polite reciprocal curiosity out of a wan, charming discon- tented face. It occurred to me now that I had seen her, or a picture of her, somewhere before. ‘You live in West Egg,’ she remarked contemptuously. ‘I know somebody there.’ ‘I don’t know a single——‘ ‘You must know Gatsby.’ ‘Gatsby?’ demanded Daisy. ‘What Gatsby?’ Before I could reply that he was my neighbor dinner was announced; wedging his tense arm imperatively un- der mine Tom Buchanan compelled me from the room as though he were moving a checker to another square. Slenderly, languidly, their hands set lightly on their hips the two young women preceded us out onto a rosy-colored porch open toward the sunset where four candles flickered on the table in the diminished wind. ‘Why CANDLES?’ objected Daisy, frowning. She snapped them out with her fingers. ‘In two weeks it’ll be the longest day in the year.’ She looked at us all radiantly. ‘Do you always watch for the longest day of the year and then miss it? I always watch for the longest day in the year and then miss it.’ ‘We ought to plan something,’ yawned Miss Baker, sit- ting down at the table

said Daisy. ‘What’ll we plan?’ She turned to me helplessly. ‘What do people plan?’ Free eBooks at Planet eBook.com 15 Before I could answer her eyes fastened with an awed ex- pression on her little finger. ‘Look!’ she complained. ‘I hurt it.’ We all looked—the knuckle was black and blue. ‘You did it, Tom,’ she said accusingly. ‘I know you didn’t mean to but you DID do it. That’s what I get for marrying a brute of a man, a great big hulking physical specimen of a——‘ ‘I hate that word hulking,’ objected Tom crossly, ‘even in kidding.’ ‘Hulking,’ insisted Daisy. Sometimes she and Miss Baker talked at once, unobtru- sively and with a bantering inconsequence that was never quite chatter, that was as cool as their white dresses and their impersonal eyes in the absence of all desire. They were here—and they accepted Tom and me, making only a po- lite pleasant effort to entertain or to be entertained. They knew that presently dinner would be over and a little later the evening too would be over and casually put away. It was sharply different from the West where an evening was hur- ried from phase to phase toward its close in a continually disappointed anticipation or else in sheer nervous dread of the moment itself. ‘You make me feel uncivilized, Daisy,’ I confessed on my second glass of corky but rather impressive claret. ‘Can’t you talk abou

particular by this remark but it was taken up in an unexpected way. ‘Civilization’s going to pieces,’ broke out Tom violently. 16 The Great Gatsby ‘I’ve gotten to be a terrible pessimist about things. Have you read ‘The Rise of the Coloured Empires’ by this man God- dard?’ ‘Why, no,’ I answered, rather surprised by his tone. ‘Well, it’s a fine book, and everybody ought to read it. The idea is if we don’t look out the white race will be—will be ut- terly submerged. It’s all scientific stuff; it’s been proved.’ ‘Tom’s getting very profound,’ said Daisy with an expres- sion of unthoughtful sadness. ‘He reads deep books with long words in them. What was that word we——‘ ‘Well, these books are all scientific,’ insisted Tom, glanc- ing at her impatiently. ‘This fellow has worked out the whole thing. It’s up to us who are the dominant race to watch out or these other races will have control of things.’ ‘We’ve got to beat them down,’ whispered Daisy, wink- ing ferociously toward the fervent sun. ‘You ought to live in California—’ began Miss Baker but Tom interrupted her by shifting heavily in his chair. ‘This idea is that we’re Nordics. I am, and you are and you are and——’ After an infinitesimal hesitation he in- cluded Daisy with a slight nod and she winked at me again. ‘—and we’ve produced all the things that go to make civili- zation—oh, science and art and al

pathetic in his concentration as if his complacency, more acute than of old, was not enough to him any more. When, almost immediately, the telephone rang inside and the butler left the porch Daisy seized upon the momentary interruption and leaned toward me. ‘I’ll tell you a family secret,’ she whispered enthusiasti-


the whip and snap of the curtains and the groan of a pic- ture on the wall. Then there was a boom as Tom Buchanan shut the rear windows and the caught wind died out about the room and the curtains and the rugs and the two young women ballooned slowly to the floor. The younger of the two was a stranger to me. She was extended full length at her end of the divan, completely motionless and with her chin raised a little as if she were balancing something on it which was quite likely to fall. If she saw me out of the corner of her eyes she gave no hint of it—indeed, I was almost surprised into murmuring an apol- ogy for having disturbed her by coming in. The other girl, Daisy, made an attempt to rise—she leaned slightly forward with a conscientious expression— then she laughed, an absurd, charming little laugh, and I laughed too and came forward into the room. ‘I’m p-paralyzed with happiness.’ She laughed again, as if she said something very witty, and held my hand for a moment, looking up into my face, promising that there was no one in the world she so much wanted to see. That was a way she had. She hinted in a mur- mur that the surname of the balancing girl was Baker. (I’ve heard it said that Daisy’s murmur was only to make people lean toward her; an irrelevant criticism that made it no less charming.) At any rate Miss Bake

imperceptibly and then quickly tipped her head back again—the object she was balancing had obviously tottered a little and given her something of a fright. Again a sort of 12 The Great Gatsby apology arose to my lips. Almost any exhibition of complete self sufficiency draws a stunned tribute from me. I looked back at my cousin who began to ask me ques- tions in her low, thrilling voice. It was the kind of voice that the ear follows up and down as if each speech is an arrange- ment of notes that will never be played again. Her face was sad and lovely with bright things in it, bright eyes and a bright passionate mouth—but there was an excitement in her voice that men who had cared for her found difficult to forget: a singing compulsion, a whispered ‘Listen,’ a prom- ise that she had done gay, exciting things just a while since and that there were gay, exciting things hovering in the next hour. I told her how I had stopped off in Chicago for a day on my way east and how a dozen people had sent their love through me. ‘Do they miss me?’ she cried ecstatically. ‘The whole town is desolate. All the cars have the left rear wheel painted black as a mourning wreath and there’s a per- sistent wail all night along the North Shore.’ ‘How gorgeous! Let’s go back, Tom. Tomorrow!’ Then she added irrelevantly, ‘You ought to see the baby.’ ‘I’d like to.’ ‘She’s

ever seen her?’ ‘Never.’ ‘Well, you ought to see her. She’s——‘ Tom Buchanan who had been hovering restlessly about the room stopped and rested his hand on my shoulder. Free eBooks at Planet eBook.com 13 ‘What you doing, Nick?’ ‘I’m a bond man.’ ‘Who with?’ I told him. ‘Never heard of them,’ he remarked decisively. This annoyed me. ‘You will,’ I answered shortly. ‘You will if you stay in the East.’ ‘Oh, I’ll stay in the East, don’t you worry,’ he said, glanc- ing at Daisy and then back at me, as if he were alert for something more. ‘I’d be a God Damned fool to live any- where else.’ At this point Miss Baker said ‘Absolutely!’ with such suddenness that I started—it was the first word she uttered since I came into the room. Evidently it surprised her as much as it did me, for she yawned and with a series of rapid, deft movements stood up into the room. ‘I’m stiff,’ she complained, ‘I’ve been lying on that sofa for as long as I can remember.’ ‘Don’t look at me,’ Daisy retorted. ‘I’ve been trying to get you to New York all afternoon.’ ‘No, thanks,’ said Miss Baker to the four cocktails just in from the pantry, ‘I’m absolutely in training.’ Her host looked at her incredulously. ‘You are!’ He took down his drink as if it were a drop in the bottom of a glass. ‘How you ever get anything done is beyond me.’ I looked at Miss Baker wondering what it was she ‘got

slender, small- 14 The Great Gatsby breasted girl, with an erect carriage which she accentuated by throwing her body backward at the shoulders like a young cadet. Her grey sun-strained eyes looked back at me with polite reciprocal curiosity out of a wan, charming discon- tented face. It occurred to me now that I had seen her, or a picture of her, somewhere before. ‘You live in West Egg,’ she remarked contemptuously. ‘I know somebody there.’ ‘I don’t know a single——‘ ‘You must know Gatsby.’ ‘Gatsby?’ demanded Daisy. ‘What Gatsby?’ Before I could reply that he was my neighbor dinner was announced; wedging his tense arm imperatively un- der mine Tom Buchanan compelled me from the room as though he were moving a checker to another square. Slenderly, languidly, their hands set lightly on their hips the two young women preceded us out onto a rosy-colored porch open toward the sunset where four candles flickered on the table in the diminished wind. ‘Why CANDLES?’ objected Daisy, frowning. She snapped them out with her fingers. ‘In two weeks it’ll be the longest day in the year.’ She looked at us all radiantly. ‘Do you always watch for the longest day of the year and then miss it? I always watch for the longest day in the year and then miss it.’ ‘We ought to plan something,’ yawned Miss Baker, sit- ting down at the table

said Daisy. ‘What’ll we plan?’ She turned to me helplessly. ‘What do people plan?’ Free eBooks at Planet eBook.com 15 Before I could answer her eyes fastened with an awed ex- pression on her little finger. ‘Look!’ she complained. ‘I hurt it.’ We all looked—the knuckle was black and blue. ‘You did it, Tom,’ she said accusingly. ‘I know you didn’t mean to but you DID do it. That’s what I get for marrying a brute of a man, a great big hulking physical specimen of a——‘ ‘I hate that word hulking,’ objected Tom crossly, ‘even in kidding.’ ‘Hulking,’ insisted Daisy. Sometimes she and Miss Baker talked at once, unobtru- sively and with a bantering inconsequence that was never quite chatter, that was as cool as their white dresses and their impersonal eyes in the absence of all desire. They were here—and they accepted Tom and me, making only a po- lite pleasant effort to entertain or to be entertained. They knew that presently dinner would be over and a little later the evening too would be over and casually put away. It was sharply different from the West where an evening was hur- ried from phase to phase toward its close in a continually disappointed anticipation or else in sheer nervous dread of the moment itself. ‘You make me feel uncivilized, Daisy,’ I confessed on my second glass of corky but rather impressive claret. ‘Can’t you talk abou

particular by this remark but it was taken up in an unexpected way. ‘Civilization’s going to pieces,’ broke out Tom violently. 16 The Great Gatsby ‘I’ve gotten to be a terrible pessimist about things. Have you read ‘The Rise of the Coloured Empires’ by this man God- dard?’ ‘Why, no,’ I answered, rather surprised by his tone. ‘Well, it’s a fine book, and everybody ought to read it. The idea is if we don’t look out the white race will be—will be ut- terly submerged. It’s all scientific stuff; it’s been proved.’ ‘Tom’s getting very profound,’ said Daisy with an expres- sion of unthoughtful sadness. ‘He reads deep books with long words in them. What was that word we——‘ ‘Well, these books are all scientific,’ insisted Tom, glanc- ing at her impatiently. ‘This fellow has worked out the whole thing. It’s up to us who are the dominant race to watch out or these other races will have control of things.’ ‘We’ve got to beat them down,’ whispered Daisy, wink- ing ferociously toward the fervent sun. ‘You ought to live in California—’ began Miss Baker but Tom interrupted her by shifting heavily in his chair. ‘This idea is that we’re Nordics. I am, and you are and you are and——’ After an infinitesimal hesitation he in- cluded Daisy with a slight nod and she winked at me again. ‘—and we’ve produced all the things that go to make civili- zation—oh, science and art and al

pathetic in his concentration as if his complacency, more acute than of old, was not enough to him any more. When, almost immediately, the telephone rang inside and the butler left the porch Daisy seized upon the momentary interruption and leaned toward me. ‘I’ll tell you a family secret,’ she whispered enthusiasti-