Великий Гэтсби
Chapter 9
"AndifyouthinkIdidn’thavemyshareofsuffering—lookhere,whenIwenttogiveupthatflatandsawthatdamnboxofdogbiscuitssittingthereonthesideboard,Isatdownandcriedlikeababy.ByGoditwasawful——"
Icouldn’tforgivehimorlikehim,butIsawthatwhathehaddonewas,tohim,entirelyjustified.Itwasallverycarelessandconfused.Theywerecarelesspeople,TomandDaisy—theysmashedupthingsandcreaturesandthenretreatedbackintotheirmoneyortheirvastcarelessness,orwhateveritwasthatkeptthemtogether,andletotherpeoplecleanupthemesstheyhadmade....
Ishookhandswithhim;itseemedsillynotto,forIfeltsuddenlyasthoughIweretalkingtoachild.Thenhewentintothejewelrystoretobuyapearlnecklace—orperhapsonlyapairofcuffbuttons—ridofmyprovincialsqueamishnessforever.
Gatsby’shousewasstillemptywhenIleft—thegrassonhislawnhadgrownaslongasmine.Oneofthetaxidriversinthevillagenevertookafarepasttheentrancegatewithoutstoppingforaminuteandpointinginside;perhapsitwashewhodroveDaisyandGatsbyovertoEastEggthenightoftheaccident,andperhapshehadmadeastoryaboutitallhisown.Ididn’twanttohearitandIavoidedhimwhenIgotoffthetrain.
IspentmySaturdaynightsinNewYorkbecausethosegleaming,dazzlingpartiesofhiswerewithmesovividlythatIcouldstillhearthemusicandthelaughter,faintandincessant,fromhisgarden,andthecarsgoingupanddownhisdrive.
