Великий Гэтсби
Chapter 7
"Waitaminute,"snappedTom,"IwanttoaskMr.Gatsbyonemorequestion."
"Goon,"Gatsbysaidpolitely.
"Whatkindofarowareyoutryingtocauseinmyhouseanyhow?"
TheywereoutintheopenatlastandGatsbywascontent.
"Heisn’tcausingarow."Daisylookeddesperatelyfromonetotheother."You’recausingarow.Pleasehavealittleself-control."
"Self-control!"RepeatedTomincredulously."IsupposethelatestthingistositbackandletMr.NobodyfromNowheremakelovetoyourwife.Well,ifthat’stheideayoucancountmeout....Nowadayspeoplebeginbysneeringatfamilylifeandfamilyinstitutions,andnextthey’llthroweverythingoverboardandhaveintermarriagebetweenblackandwhite."
Flushedwithhisimpassionedgibberish,hesawhimselfstandingaloneonthelastbarrierofcivilization.
"We’reallwhitehere,"murmuredJordan.
"IknowI’mnotverypopular.Idon’tgivebigparties.Isupposeyou’vegottomakeyourhouseintoapigstyinordertohaveanyfriends—inthemodernworld."
AngryasIwas,asweallwere,Iwastemptedtolaughwheneverheopenedhismouth.Thetransitionfromlibertinetoprigwassocomplete."I’vegotsomethingtotellyou,oldsport——"beganGatsby.ButDaisyguessedathisintention.