Великий Гэтсби

           "He’sdeadnow.Heusedtobemybestfriendyearsago."

           TherewasasmallpictureofGatsby,alsoinyachtingcostume,onthebureau—Gatsbywithhisheadthrownbackdefiantly—takenapparentlywhenhewasabouteighteen.

           "Iadoreit,"exclaimedDaisy."Thepompadour!Younevertoldmeyouhadapompadour—orayacht."

           "Lookatthis,"saidGatsbyquickly."Here’salotofclippings—aboutyou."

           Theystoodsidebysideexaminingit.Iwasgoingtoasktoseetherubieswhenthephonerang,andGatsbytookupthereceiver.

           "Yes....well,Ican’ttalknow....Ican’ttalknow,oldsport....Isaidasmalltown....hemustknowwhatasmalltownis....well,he’snousetousifDetroitishisideaofasmalltown...."

           Herangoff.

           "Comeherequick!"criedDaisyatthewindow.

           Therainwasstillfalling,butthedarknesshadpartedinthewest,andtherewasapinkandgoldenbillowoffoamycloudsabovethesea.

           "Lookatthat,"shewhispered,andthenafteramoment:"I’dliketojustgetoneofthosepinkcloudsandputyouinitandpushyouaround."

           Itriedtogothen,buttheywouldn’thearofit;perhapsmypresencemadethemfeelmoresatisfactorilyalone.

           "Iknowwhatwe’lldo,"saidGatsby,"we’llhaveKlipspringerplaythepiano."