Великий Гэтсби
Chapter 8
"No—Idon’tthinkthisafternoon."
"Verywell."
"It’simpossiblethisafternoon.Various——"
Wetalkedlikethatforawhile,andthenabruptlyweweren’ttalkinganylonger.Idon’tknowwhichofushungupwithasharpclick,butIknowIdidn’tcare.Icouldn’thavetalkedtoheracrossatea-tablethatdayifInevertalkedtoheragaininthisworld.
IcalledGatsby’shouseafewminuteslater,butthelinewasbusy.Itriedfourtimes;finallyanexasperatedcentraltoldmethewirewasbeingkeptopenforlongdistancefromDetroit.Takingoutmytime-table,Idrewasmallcirclearoundthethree-fiftytrain.ThenIleanedbackinmychairandtriedtothink.Itwasjustnoon.
WhenIpassedtheashheapsonthetrainthatmorningIhadcrosseddeliberatelytotheothersideofthecar.Isupposethere’dbeacuriouscrowdaroundtherealldaywithlittleboyssearchingfordarkspotsinthedust,andsomegarrulousmantellingoverandoverwhathadhappened,untilitbecamelessandlessrealeventohimandhecouldtellitnolonger,andMyrtleWilson’stragicachievementwasforgotten.NowIwanttogobackalittleandtellwhathappenedatthegarageafterwelefttherethenightbefore.
Theyhaddifficultyinlocatingthesister,Catherine.Shemusthavebrokenherruleagainstdrinkingthatnight,forwhenshearrivedshewasstupidwithliquorandunabletounderstandthattheambulancehadalreadygonetoFlushing.
