Великий Гэтсби
Chapter 4
Overthegreatbridge,withthesunlightthroughthegirdersmakingaconstantflickeruponthemovingcars,withthecityrisingupacrosstheriverinwhiteheapsandsugarlumpsallbuiltwithawishoutofnon-olfactorymoney.ThecityseenfromtheQueensboroBridgeisalwaysthecityseenforthefirsttime,initsfirstwildpromiseofallthemysteryandthebeautyintheworld.
Adeadmanpassedusinahearseheapedwithblooms,followedbytwocarriageswithdrawnblinds,andbymorecheerfulcarriagesforfriends.ThefriendslookedoutatuswiththetragiceyesandshortupperlipsofsoutheasternEurope,andIwasgladthatthesightofGatsby’ssplendidcarwasincludedintheirsombreholiday.AswecrossedBlackwell’sIslandalimousinepassedus,drivenbyawhitechauffeur,inwhichsatthreemodishnegroes,twobucksandagirl.Ilaughedaloudastheyolksoftheireyeballsrolledtowardusinhaughtyrivalry.
"Anythingcanhappennowthatwe’veslidoverthisbridge,"Ithought;"anythingatall...."
EvenGatsbycouldhappen,withoutanyparticularwonder.
Roaringnoon.Inawell-fannedForty-secondStreetcellarImetGatsbyforlunch.Blinkingawaythebrightnessofthestreetoutside,myeyespickedhimoutobscurelyintheanteroom,talkingtoanotherman.
"Mr.Carraway,thisismyfriendMr.Wolfsheim."
Asmall,flat-nosedJewraisedhislargeheadandregardedmewithtwofinegrowthsofhairwhichluxuriatedineithernostril.AfteramomentIdiscoveredhistinyeyesinthehalf-darkness.
