Великий Гэтсби
Chapter 4
Thisqualitywascontinuallybreakingthroughhispunctiliousmannerintheshapeofrestlessness.Hewasneverquitestill;therewasalwaysatappingfootsomewhereortheimpatientopeningandclosingofahand.
Hesawmelookingwithadmirationathiscar.
"It’spretty,isn’tit,oldsport?"Hejumpedofftogivemeabetterview."Haven’tyoueverseenitbefore?"
I’dseenit.Everybodyhadseenit.Itwasarichcreamcolor,brightwithnickel,swollenhereandthereinitsmonstrouslengthwithtriumphanthat-boxesandsupper-boxesandtool-boxes,andterracedwithalabyrinthofwind-shieldsthatmirroredadozensuns.Sittingdownbehindmanylayersofglassinasortofgreenleatherconservatory,westartedtotown.
Ihadtalkedwithhimperhapshalfadozentimesinthepastmonthandfound,tomydisappointment,thathehadlittletosay:Somyfirstimpression,thathewasapersonofsomeundefinedconsequence,hadgraduallyfadedandhehadbecomesimplytheproprietorofanelaborateroad-housenextdoor.
Andthencamethatdisconcertingride.Wehadn’treachedWestEggvillagebeforeGatsbybeganleavinghiselegantsentencesunfinishedandslappinghimselfindecisivelyonthekneeofhiscaramel-coloredsuit.
"Lookhere,oldsport,"hebrokeoutsurprisingly."What’syouropinionofme,anyhow?"Alittleoverwhelmed,Ibeganthegeneralizedevasionswhichthatquestiondeserves.
"Well,I’mgoingtotellyousomethingaboutmylife,"heinterrupted."Idon’twantyoutogetawrongideaofmefromallthesestoriesyouhear."