Великий Гэтсби
Chapter 4
BennyMcClenahanarrivedalwayswithfourgirls.Theywereneverquitethesameonesinphysicalperson,buttheyweresoidenticalonewithanotherthatitinevitablyseemedtheyhadbeentherebefore.Ihaveforgottentheirnames—Jaqueline,Ithink,orelseConsuela,orGloriaorJudyorJune,andtheirlastnameswereeitherthemelodiousnamesofflowersandmonthsorthesterneronesofthegreatAmericancapitalistswhosecousins,ifpressed,theywouldconfessthemselvestobe.
InadditiontoalltheseIcanrememberthatFaustinaO’BriencamethereatleastonceandtheBaedekergirlsandyoungBrewer,whohadhisnoseshotoffinthewar,andMr.AlbrucksburgerandMissHaag,hisfiancee,andArditaFitz-PetersandMr.P.Jewett,onceheadoftheAmericanLegion,andMissClaudiaHip,withamanreputedtobeherchauffeur,andaprinceofsomething,whomwecalledDuke,andwhosename,ifIeverknewit,Ihaveforgotten.
AllthesepeoplecametoGatsby’shouseinthesummer.
Atnineo’clock,onemorninglateinJuly,Gatsby’sgorgeouscarlurcheduptherockydrivetomydoorandgaveoutaburstofmelodyfromitsthree-notedhorn.Itwasthefirsttimehehadcalledonme,thoughIhadgonetotwoofhisparties,mountedinhishydroplane,and,athisurgentinvitation,madefrequentuseofhisbeach.
"Goodmorning,oldsport.You’rehavinglunchwithmeto-dayandIthoughtwe’drideuptogether."
HewasbalancinghimselfonthedashboardofhiscarwiththatresourcefulnessofmovementthatissopeculiarlyAmerican—thatcomes,Isuppose,withtheabsenceofliftingworkorrigidsittinginyouthand,evenmore,withtheformlessgraceofournervous,sporadicgames.
