Великий Гэтсби
Chapter 6
"Ilikeher,"saidDaisy,"Ithinkshe’slovely."
Buttherestoffendedher—andinarguably,becauseitwasn’tagesturebutanemotion.ShewasappalledbyWestEgg,thisunprecedented"place"thatBroadwayhadbegottenuponaLongIslandfishingvillage—appalledbyitsrawvigorthatchafedundertheoldeuphemismsandbythetooobtrusivefatethatherdeditsinhabitantsalongashort-cutfromnothingtonothing.Shesawsomethingawfulintheverysimplicityshefailedtounderstand.
Isatonthefrontstepswiththemwhiletheywaitedfortheircar.Itwasdarkhereinfront;onlythebrightdoorsenttensquarefeetoflightvolleyingoutintothesoftblackmorning.Sometimesashadowmovedagainstadressing-roomblindabove,gavewaytoanothershadow,anindefiniteprocessionofshadows,whorougedandpowderedinaninvisibleglass.
"WhoisthisGatsbyanyhow?"demandedTomsuddenly."Somebigbootlegger?"
"Where’dyouhearthat?"Iinquired.
"Ididn’thearit.Iimaginedit.Alotofthesenewlyrichpeoplearejustbigbootleggers,youknow."
"NotGatsby,"Isaidshortly.
Hewassilentforamoment.Thepebblesofthedrivecrunchedunderhisfeet.
"Well,hecertainlymusthavestrainedhimselftogetthismenagerietogether."
