Великий Гэтсби
Chapter 7
OvertheashheapsthegianteyesofDoctorT.J.Eckleburgkepttheirvigil,butIperceived,afteramoment,thatothereyeswereregardinguswithpeculiarintensityfromlessthantwentyfeetaway.
Inoneofthewindowsoverthegaragethecurtainshadbeenmovedasidealittle,andMyrtleWilsonwaspeeringdownatthecar.Soengrossedwasshethatshehadnoconsciousnessofbeingobserved,andoneemotionafteranothercreptintoherfacelikeobjectsintoaslowlydevelopingpicture.Herexpressionwascuriouslyfamiliar—itwasanexpressionIhadoftenseenonwomen’sfaces,butonMyrtleWilson’sfaceitseemedpurposelessandinexplicableuntilIrealizedthathereyes,widewithjealousterror,werefixednotonTom,butonJordanBaker,whomshetooktobehiswife.
Thereisnoconfusionliketheconfusionofasimplemind,andaswedroveawayTomwasfeelingthehotwhipsofpanic.Hiswifeandhismistress,untilanhouragosecureandinviolate,wereslippingprecipitatelyfromhiscontrol.InstinctmadehimstepontheacceleratorwiththedoublepurposeofovertakingDaisyandleavingWilsonbehind,andwespedalongtowardAstoriaatfiftymilesanhour,until,amongthespiderygirdersoftheelevated,wecameinsightoftheeasy-goingbluecoupe.
"ThosebigmoviesaroundFiftiethStreetarecool,"suggestedJordan."IloveNewYorkonsummerafternoonswheneveryone’saway.There’ssomethingverysensuousaboutit—overripe,asifallsortsoffunnyfruitsweregoingtofallintoyourhands."
Theword"sensuous"hadtheeffectoffurtherdisquietingTom,butbeforehecouldinventaprotestthecoupecametoastop,andDaisysignaledustodrawupalongside.
