Великий Гэтсби
Chapter 8
Itookhertothewindow."—withanefforthegotupandwalkedtotherearwindowandleanedwithhisfacepressedagainstit——"andIsaid‘Godknowswhatyou’vebeendoing,everythingyou’vebeendoing.Youmayfoolme,butyoucan’tfoolGod!’"
Standingbehindhim,MichaelissawwithashockthathewaslookingattheeyesofDoctorT.J.Eckleburg,whichhadjustemerged,paleandenormous,fromthedissolvingnight.
"Godseeseverything,"repeatedWilson.
"That’sanadvertisement,"Michaelisassuredhim.Somethingmadehimturnawayfromthewindowandlookbackintotheroom.ButWilsonstoodtherealongtime,hisfaceclosetothewindowpane,noddingintothetwilight.
Bysixo’clockMichaeliswaswornout,andgratefulforthesoundofacarstoppingoutside.Itwasoneofthewatchersofthenightbeforewhohadpromisedtocomeback,sohecookedbreakfastforthree,whichheandtheothermanatetogether.Wilsonwasquieternow,andMichaeliswenthometosleep;whenheawokefourhourslaterandhurriedbacktothegarage,Wilsonwasgone.
Hismovements—hewasonfootallthetime—wereafterwardtracedtoPortRooseveltandthentoGad’sHill,whereheboughtasandwichthathedidn’teat,andacupofcoffee.Hemusthavebeentiredandwalkingslowly,forhedidn’treachGad’sHilluntilnoon.Thusfartherewasnodifficultyinaccountingforhistime—therewereboyswhohadseenaman"actingsortofcrazy,"andmotoristsatwhomhestaredoddlyfromthesideoftheroad.Thenforthreehourshedisappearedfromview.
