Великий Гэтсби

           Itmadenodifferencetome.Dishonestyinawomanisathingyouneverblamedeeply—Iwascasuallysorry,andthenIforgot.Itwasonthatsamehousepartythatwehadacuriousconversationaboutdrivingacar.Itstartedbecauseshepassedsoclosetosomeworkmenthatourfenderflickedabuttonononeman’scoat.

           "You’rearottendriver,"Iprotested."Eitheryououghttobemorecareful,oryououghtn’ttodriveatall."

           "Iamcareful."

           "No,you’renot."

           "Well,otherpeopleare,"shesaidlightly.

           "What’sthatgottodowithit?"

           "They’llkeepoutofmyway,"sheinsisted."Ittakestwotomakeanaccident."

           "Supposeyoumetsomebodyjustascarelessasyourself."

           "IhopeIneverwill,"sheanswered."Ihatecarelesspeople.That’swhyIlikeyou."

           Hergray,sun-strainedeyesstaredstraightahead,butshehaddeliberatelyshiftedourrelations,andforamomentIthoughtIlovedher.ButIamslow-thinkingandfullofinteriorrulesthatactasbrakesonmydesires,andIknewthatfirstIhadtogetmyselfdefinitelyoutofthattanglebackhome.I’dbeenwritinglettersonceaweekandsigningthem:"Love,Nick,"andallIcouldthinkofwashow,whenthatcertaingirlplayedtennis,afaintmustacheofperspirationappearedonherupperlip.