Великий Гэтсби

           Thehardbrownbeetleskeptthuddingagainstthedulllight,andwheneverMichaelisheardacargotearingalongtheroadoutsideitsoundedtohimlikethecarthathadn’tstoppedafewhoursbefore.Hedidn’tliketogointothegarage,becausetheworkbenchwasstainedwherethebodyhadbeenlying,sohemoveduncomfortablyaroundtheoffice—hekneweveryobjectinitbeforemorning—andfromtimetotimesatdownbesideWilsontryingtokeephimmorequiet.

           "Haveyougotachurchyougotosometimes,George?Maybeevenifyouhaven’tbeenthereforalongtime?MaybeIcouldcallupthechurchandgetapriesttocomeoverandhecouldtalktoyou,see?"

           "Don’tbelongtoany."

           "Yououghttohaveachurch,George,fortimeslikethis.Youmusthavegonetochurchonce.Didn’tyougetmarriedinachurch?Listen,George,listentome.Didn’tyougetmarriedinachurch?"

           "Thatwasalongtimeago."

           Theeffortofansweringbroketherhythmofhisrocking—foramomenthewassilent.Thenthesamehalf-knowing,half-bewilderedlookcamebackintohisfadedeyes.

           "Lookinthedrawerthere,"hesaid,pointingatthedesk.

           "Whichdrawer?"

           "Thatdrawer—thatone."

           Michaelisopenedthedrawernearesthishand.