I
Inmyyoungerandmorevulnerableyearsmyfathergaveme
بعض
someadvicethatI’vebeenturningoverinmymindeverمنذ
since.“Wheneveryoufeellikecriticizinganyone,”hetold
لي
me,“justrememberthatalltheالناس
peopleinthisworldhaven’thadtheadvantagesthatyou’vehad.”Hedidn’tsay
أي
anymore,butwe’vealwaysbeenunusuallycommunicativeinareservedway,andIunderstoodذلك
thathemeantagreatdealأكثر
morethanthat.Inconsequence,I’minclinedtoreserve
كل
alljudgements,ahabitthathasopenedupالعديد
manycuriousnaturestomeandalsomademethevictimofnotafewveteranbores.Theabnormalmindisquicktodetectandattachitselfto
هذه
thisqualitywhenitappearsinعلى
anormalperson,andsoitcameaboutthatincollegeIwasunjustlyaccusedofbeingعلى
apolitician,becauseIwasprivytothesecretgriefsofwild,unknownmen.Mostoftheconfidenceswereunsought—frequentlyIhavefeignedsleep,preoccupation,
أو
orahostilelevitywhenIrealizedbysomeunmistakableعلامة
signthatanintimaterevelationwasquiveringonthehorizon;fortheintimaterevelationsofyoungmen,
أو
oratleastthetermsinالتي
whichtheyexpressthem,areusuallyplagiaristicandmarredbyobvioussuppressions.Reservingjudgementsis
على
amatterofinfinitehope.Iam
ما زلت
stillalittleafraidofmissingsomethingإذا
ifIforgetthat,asmyfathersnobbishlysuggested,andIsnobbishlyrepeat,asenseofthefundamentaldecenciesisparcelledoutunequallyatbirth.And,afterboastingthis
الطريقة
wayofmytolerance,Icometotheadmissionthatithasalimit.Conduct
قد
maybefoundedonthehardrockأو
orthewetmarshes,butبعد
afteracertainpointIdon’tcarewhatit’sfoundedon.عندما
WhenIcamebackfromtheEastالماضي
lastautumnIfeltthatIwantedtheالعالم
worldtobeinuniformandataنوع
sortofmoralattentionforever;Iwantedno
المزيد
moreriotousexcursionswithprivilegedglimpsesintoفي
thehumanheart.OnlyGatsby,the
الرجل
manwhogiveshisnametothisالكتاب
book,wasexemptfrommyreaction—Gatsby,whorepresentedكل شيء
everythingforwhichIhaveanunaffectedscorn.Ifpersonalityis
على
anunbrokenseriesofsuccessfulgestures,thentherewasشيء
somethinggorgeousabouthim,someheightenedsensitivitytothepromisesofالحياة
life,asifhewererelatedtooneofتلك
thoseintricatemachinesthatregisterearthquakesعشرة
tenthousandmilesaway.Thisresponsivenesshadnothingtodowiththatflabbyimpressionabilitywhichisdignified
تحت
underthenameofthe“creativetemperament”—itwasanextraordinarygiftforhope,aromanticreadinesssuchasIhaveلم
neverfoundinanyotherشخص
personandwhichitisnotlikelyIshalleverfindمرة أخرى
again.No—Gatsbyturnedoutallrightatthe
النهاية
end;itiswhatpreyedonGatsby,whatfouldustfloatedinthe
أعقاب
wakeofhisdreamsthattemporarilyclosedoutmyinterestintheabortivesorrowsandshort-windedelationsofmen.Myfamilyhavebeenprominent,well-to-dopeoplein
هذه
thisMiddleWesterncityforthreegenerations.TheCarrawaysaresomethingofaclan,andwehaveatradition
التي
thatwe’redescendedfromtheDukesofBuccleuch,لكن
buttheactualfounderofmylinewasmygrandfather’sشقيق
brother,whocamehereinfifty-one,sentasubstitutetotheCivilالحرب
War,andstartedthewholesalehardwareأعمال
businessthatmyfathercarriesonاليوم
today.Ineversawthisgreat-uncle,
لكن
butI’msupposedtolooklikehim—withخاص
specialreferencetotheratherhard-boiledpaintingthathangsinfather’sمكتب
office.IgraduatedfromNewHavenin1915,
فقط
justaquarterofacenturyبعد
aftermyfather,andalittlelaterIparticipatedinذلك
thatdelayedTeutonicmigrationknownastheالعظمى
GreatWar.Ienjoyedthecounter-raidsothoroughlythatIcamebackrestless.
Insteadofbeingthewarmcentreofthe
العالم
world,theMiddleWestnowseemedliketheraggededgeoftheuniverse—soIdecidedtoالذهاب
goEastandlearnthebondأعمال
business.EverybodyIknewwasinthebond
أعمال
business,soIsupposeditcouldsupportonemoresingleرجل
man.Allmyauntsandunclestalkeditoveras
لو
iftheywerechoosingaprepمدرسة
schoolforme,andfinallysaid,“Why—ye-es,”مع
withverygrave,hesitantfaces.Fatheragreedtofinancemefor
على
ayear,andaftervariousdelaysIcameEast,permanently,Ithought,inthespringoftwenty-two.Thepractical
الشيء
thingwastofindroomsinthecity,butitwasعلى
awarmseason,andIhadjustleftعلى
acountryofwidelawnsandfriendlytrees,soعندما
whenayoungmanattheالمكتب
officesuggestedthatwetakeعلى
ahousetogetherinacommutingtown,itsoundedlikeعلى
agreatidea.Hefoundthehouse,aweather-beatencardboardbungalowateightyamonth,
لكن
butatthelastminutethefirmorderedhimtoWashington,andIwentouttothecountryalone.Ihadadog—at
الأقل
leastIhadhimforafewdaysحتى
untilheranaway—andanoldDodgeandaFinnishwoman,whomademybedandcookedbreakfastandmutteredFinnishwisdomtoherselfovertheelectricstove.Itwaslonelyfora
يوم
dayorsountiloneصباح
morningsomeman,morerecentlyarrivedthanI,stoppedmeontheroad.“HowdoyougettoWestEggvillage?”
heaskedhelplessly.
Itoldhim.
AndasIwalkedonIwaslonelynolonger.
Iwasaguide,apathfinder,anoriginalsettler.
Hehadcasuallyconferredonmethefreedomoftheneighbourhood.
Andso
مع
withthesunshineandthegreatburstsofleavesgrowingonthetrees,justasthingsgrowinfastmovies,Ihadthatfamiliarconvictionthatالحياة
lifewasbeginningoveragainمع
withthesummer.Therewasso
الكثير
muchtoread,foronething,andsoالكثير
muchfinehealthtobepulleddownoutoftheالشاب
youngbreath-givingair.Iboughtadozenvolumesonbankingandcreditandinvestmentsecurities,andtheystoodonmyshelfin
الأحمر
redandgoldlikenewالنقود
moneyfromthemint,promisingtounfoldtheshiningsecretsالتي
thatonlyMidasandMorganandMaecenasknew.AndIhadthe
العالية
highintentionofreadingmanyالأخرى
otherbooksbesides.Iwasratherliteraryincollege—one
عام
yearIwroteaseriesofverysolemnandobviouseditorialsfortheYaleNews—andnowIwasgoingtobringbackكل
allsuchthingsintomyحياتي
lifeandbecomeagainthatأكثر
mostlimitedofallspecialists,the“well-roundedman.”هذا
Thisisn’tjustanepigram—lifeismuchأكثر
moresuccessfullylookedatfromasinglewindow,بعد
afterall.Itwasa
مسألة
matterofchancethatIshouldhaverentedahouseinأحد
oneofthestrangestcommunitiesinNorthAmerica.ItwasonthatslenderriotousislandwhichextendsitselfdueeastofNewYork—and
حيث
wherethereare,amongothernaturalcuriosities,twounusualformationsofland.Twentymilesfromthe
المدينة
cityapairofenormouseggs,identicalincontourandseparatedفقط
onlybyacourtesybay,jutoutintotheالأكثر
mostdomesticatedbodyofsaltالمياه
waterintheWesternhemisphere,thegreatwetbarnyardofLongIslandSound.Theyarenot
مثالية
perfectovals—liketheeggintheColumbusقصة
story,theyarebothcrushedflatatthecontactend—buttheirphysicalresemblanceيجب
mustbeasourceofperpetualwondertothegullsthatflyoverhead.Tothewinglessamoreinterestingphenomenonistheirdissimilarityin
كل
everyparticularexceptshapeandsize.IlivedatWestEgg,the—well,thelessfashionableofthetwo,though
هذه
thisisamostsuperficialtagtoexpressthebizarreandnotعلى
alittlesinistercontrastbetweenthem.Myhousewasattheverytipoftheegg,
فقط
onlyfiftyyardsfromtheSound,andsqueezedبين
betweentwohugeplacesthatrentedfortwelveأو
orfifteenthousandaseason.The
واحد
oneonmyrightwasacolossalaffairbyanystandard—itwasafactualimitationofsomeHôteldeVilleinNormandy,مع
withatowerononeجانب
side,spankingnewunderathinbeardofrawivy,andamarbleswimmingpool,andmorethanfortyacresoflawnandgarden.ItwasGatsby’smansion.
أو
Or,rather,asIdidn’tأعرف
knowMr.Gatsby,itwasamansioninhabitedbyagentlemanofthatالاسم
name.Myownhousewasaneyesore,
لكنه
butitwasasmalleyesore,andithadbeenoverlooked,soIhadaviewofفي
thewater,apartialviewofmyneighbour’slawn,andفي
theconsolingproximityofmillionaires—allforeightydollarsamonth.Acrossthecourtesybaythe
البيضاء
whitepalacesoffashionableEastEggglitteredalongtheالمياه
water,andthehistoryofthesummerreallybeginsontheeveningIdroveoverهناك
theretohavedinnerwiththeTomBuchanans.Daisywasmysecondcousinonceremoved,andI’dknownTomincollege.
Andjustafterthe
الحرب
warIspenttwodayswiththeminChicago.Her
زوجها
husband,amongvariousphysicalaccomplishments,hadbeenأحد
oneofthemostpowerfulendsthateverplayedfootballatNewHaven—anationalfigureinaway,أحد
oneofthosemenwhoreachsuchanacutelimitedexcellenceattwenty-onethatكل شيء
everythingafterwardsavoursofanticlimax.Hisfamilywereenormouslywealthy—evenincollegehisfreedom
مع
withmoneywasamatterforreproach—butالآن
nowhe’dleftChicagoandcomeEastinafashionthatrathertookyourbreathaway:forinstance,he’dbroughtdown
على
astringofpoloponiesfromLakeForest.Itwas
الصعب
hardtorealizethatamaninmyowngenerationwaswealthyفيه الكفاية
enoughtodothat.WhytheycameEastIdon’t
أعرف
know.TheyhadspentayearinFrancefornoparticular
سبب
reason,andthendriftedhereandهناك
thereunrestfullywhereverpeopleplayedpoloandwererichtogether.Thiswasapermanentmove,saidDaisyoverthetelephone,butIdidn’tbelieveit—IhadnosightintoDaisy’s
قلب
heart,butIfeltthatTomwoulddriftonforeverseeking,alittlewistfully,forthedramaticturbulenceofبعض
someirrecoverablefootballgame.AndsoithappenedthatonawarmwindyeveningIdroveovertoEastEggtoseetwooldfriendswhomIscarcelyknewatall.
Theirhousewaseven
أكثر
moreelaboratethanIexpected,على
acheerfulred-and-whiteGeorgianColonialmansion,overlookingthebay.Thelawnstartedatthebeachandrantowardsthe
الأمامي
frontdoorforaquarterofعلى
amile,jumpingoversundialsandbrickwalksandburninggardens—finallyعندما
whenitreachedthehousedriftinguptheالجانب
sideinbrightvinesasthoughfromthemomentumofitsrun.The
الجبهة
frontwasbrokenbyalineofFrenchwindows,glowingالآن
nowwithreflectedgoldandwideopentothewarmwindyafternoon,andTomBuchananinridingclotheswasstandingwithhislegsapartontheالجبهة
frontporch.Hehadchanged
منذ
sincehisNewHavenyears.الآن
Nowhewasasturdystraw-hairedmanofthirty,witharatherhardmouthandasuperciliousmanner.Twoshiningarroganteyeshadestablisheddominanceoverhisfaceandgavehimtheappearanceofalwaysleaningaggressivelyforward.
Noteventheeffeminateswankofhisridingclothescouldhidetheenormous
القوة
powerofthatbody—heseemedtofillتلك
thoseglisteningbootsuntilhestrainedthetoplacing,andyoucouldترى
seeagreatpackofmuscleshiftingعندما
whenhisshouldermovedunderhisthincoat.Itwas
على
abodycapableofenormousleverage—acruelجسم
body.Hisspeakingvoice,agruffhuskytenor,addedtotheimpressionoffractiousnessheconveyed.
هناك
Therewasatouchofpaternalcontemptinit,حتى
eventowardpeopleheliked—andهناك
thereweremenatNewHavenwhohadhatedhisguts.“Now,don’t
تعتقد
thinkmyopiniononthesemattersisfinal,”heseemedtoيقول
say,“justbecauseI’mstrongerandmoreofamanthanyouare.”Wewereinthe
نفس
sameseniorsociety,andwhilewewereلم
neverintimateIalwayshadtheimpressionthatheapprovedofmeandwantedmetolikehimwithsomeharsh,defiantwistfulnessofhisown.Wetalkedforafewminutesonthesunnyporch.
“I’vegot
على
aniceplacehere,”hesaid,hiseyesflashingaboutrestlessly.Turningmearoundbyonearm,hemoved
على
abroadflathandalongthefrontvista,includinginitssweepعلى
asunkenItaliangarden,ahalfacreofdeep,pungentroses,andعلى
asnub-nosedmotorboatthatbumpedthetideoffshore.“ItbelongedtoDemaine,theoilman.”
Heturnedmearoundagain,politelyandabruptly.
“We’llgoinside.”
Wewalked
خلال
throughahighhallwayintoabrightrosy-colouredspace,fragilelyboundintotheالمنزل
housebyFrenchwindowsateitherend.في
Thewindowswereajarandgleamingالأبيض
whiteagainstthefreshgrassالخارج
outsidethatseemedtogrowعلى
alittlewayintotheالمنزل
house.Abreezeblewthroughthe
الغرفة
room,blewcurtainsinatواحد
oneendandouttheotherمثل
likepaleflags,twistingthemuptowardthefrostedwedding-cakeoftheceiling,andthenrippledoverthewine-colouredrug,makingashadowonitaswinddoesonthesea.The
الوحيد
onlycompletelystationaryobjectintheالغرفة
roomwasanenormouscouchonwhichtwoyoungwomenwerebuoyedupasthoughuponananchoredballoon.Theywere
كلاهما
bothinwhite,andtheirdresseswereripplingandflutteringasلو
iftheyhadjustbeenblownbackinبعد
afterashortflightaroundtheالمنزل
house.Imusthavestoodforafewmomentslisteningtothewhipandsnapofthecurtainsandthegroanofapictureonthewall.
ThentherewasaboomasTomBuchanan
أغلق
shuttherearwindowsandthecaughtwinddiedoutحول
abouttheroom,andthecurtainsandtherugsandthetwoyoungwomenballoonedslowlytothefloor.Theyoungerofthetwowasastrangertome.
Shewasextendedfulllengthatherendofthedivan,completelymotionless,and
مع
withherchinraisedalittle,asلو
ifshewerebalancingsomethingonitwhichwasquitelikelytofall.إذا
Ifshesawmeoutofthecornerofhereyesshegaveأي
nohintofit—indeed,Iwasalmostsurprisedintomurmuringعلى
anapologyforhavingdisturbedherbycomingin.Theother
الفتاة
girl,Daisy,madeanattempttorise—sheleanedslightlyforwardمع
withaconscientiousexpression—thenshelaughed,anabsurd,charmingصغيرة
littlelaugh,andIlaughedtooandcameforwardintotheالغرفة
room.“I’mp-paralysedwithhappiness.”
Shelaughedagain,as
لو
ifshesaidsomethingverywitty,andheldmyhandforamoment,lookingupintomyface,promisingthattherewasلا
nooneintheworldshesomuchwantedtosee.Thatwasawayshehad.
Shehintedinamurmur
أن
thatthesurnameofthebalancingالفتاة
girlwasBaker.(I’vehearditsaidthatDaisy’smurmurwas
فقط
onlytomakepeopleleantowardher;anirrelevantcriticismthatmadeitnolesscharming.)
At
أية
anyrate,MissBaker’slipsfluttered,shenoddedatmealmostimperceptibly,andthenquicklytippedherheadbackagain—theobjectshewasbalancinghadobviouslytotteredعلى
alittleandgivenhersomethingofعلى
afright.Againasortofapologyarosetomylips.
تقريبا
Almostanyexhibitionofcompleteself-sufficiencydrawsastunnedtributefromمني
me.Ilookedbackatmycousin,
الذي
whobegantoaskmequestionsinherlow,thrillingvoice.Itwasthe
النوع
kindofvoicethattheearfollowsupanddown,asلو
ifeachspeechisanarrangementofnotesthatwillneverbeplayedمرة أخرى
again.Herfacewassadandlovely
مع
withbrightthingsinit,brighteyesandabrightpassionatemouth,butهناك
therewasanexcitementinhervoicethatmenwhohadcaredforherfounddifficulttoforget:على
asingingcompulsion,awhispered“Listen,”على
apromisethatshehaddonegay,excitingthingsjustعلى
awhilesinceandthatهناك
thereweregay,excitingthingshoveringinthenextالساعة
hour.ItoldherhowIhadstoppedoffinChicagoforadayonmywayEast,andhowadozenpeoplehadsenttheirlovethroughme.
“Dotheymissme?”
shecriedecstatically.
“Thewhole
المدينة
townisdesolate.Allthecarshavetheleftrearwheelpainted
الأسود
blackasamourningwreath,andthere’sعلى
apersistentwailallnightalongthenorthshore.”“Howgorgeous!
Let’sgoback,Tom.
Tomorrow!”
Thensheaddedirrelevantly:
“Yououghtto
ترى
seethebaby.”“I’dliketo.”
“She’sasleep.
She’sthreeyearsold.
Haven’tyoueverseenher?”
“Never.”
“Well,yououghttoseeher.
She’s—”.
TomBuchanan,
الذي
whohadbeenhoveringrestlesslyabouttheالغرفة
room,stoppedandrestedhisيده
handonmyshoulder.“Whatyoudoing,Nick?”
“I’mabondman.”
“Whowith?”
Itoldhim.
“Neverheardofthem,”heremarkeddecisively.
هذا
Thisannoyedme.“Youwill,”Iansweredshortly.
“Youwill
إذا
ifyoustayintheEast.”“Oh,I’llstayintheEast,don’tyouworry,”hesaid,glancingatDaisyandthenbackatme,as
لو
ifhewerealertforsomethingأكثر
more.“I’dbeaGoddamnedfoolto
أعيش
liveanywhereelse.”Atthispoint
الآنسة
MissBakersaid:“Absolutely!”
withsuchsuddennessthatIstarted—itwasthe
أول
firstwordshehadutteredمنذ
sinceIcameintotheالغرفة
room.Evidentlyitsurprisedherasmuchasitdidme,forsheyawnedandwithaseriesofrapid,deftmovementsstoodupinto
في
theroom.“I’mstiff,”shecomplained,“I’vebeenlyingonthatsofaforaslongasIcanremember.”
“Don’tlookatme,”Daisyretorted,“I’vebeentryingtogetyoutoNewYorkallafternoon.”
“No,thanks,”said
الآنسة
MissBakertothefourcocktailsjustinfromthepantry.“I’mabsolutelyintraining.”
Herhostlookedatherincredulously.
“Youare!”
Hetookdownhisdrinkas
لو
ifitwereadropinthebottomofaglass.“Howyoueverget
أي شيء
anythingdoneisbeyondme.”Ilookedat
الآنسة
MissBaker,wonderingwhatitwasshe“gotdone.”Ienjoyedlookingather.
Shewasaslender,small-breasted
فتاة
girl,withanerectcarriage,whichsheaccentuatedbythrowingherbodybackwardattheshouldersمثل
likeayoungcadet.Hergreysun-strainedeyeslookedbackatmewithpolitereciprocalcuriosityoutofawan,charming,discontentedface.
Itoccurredtome
الآن
nowthatIhadseenher,أو
orapictureofher,somewhereقبل
before.“YouliveinWestEgg,”sheremarkedcontemptuously.
“I
أعرف
knowsomebodythere.”“Idon’t
أعرف
knowasingle—”.“Youmust
تعرف
knowGatsby.”“Gatsby?”
demandedDaisy.
“WhatGatsby?”
قبل
BeforeIcouldreplythathewasmyneighbourالعشاء
dinnerwasannounced;wedginghistensearmimperatively
تحت
undermine,TomBuchanancompelledmefromtheالغرفة
roomasthoughheweremovingعلى
acheckertoanothersquare.Slenderly,languidly,theirhandssetlightlyontheirhips,thetwoyoungwomenprecededusoutontoarosy-colouredporch,
مفتوحة
opentowardthesunset,whereأربع
fourcandlesflickeredonthetableinthediminishedwind.“Whycandles?”
objectedDaisy,frowning.
Shesnappedthemoutwithherfingers.
“Intwoweeksit’llbethelongest
يوم
dayintheyear.”Shelookedatusallradiantly.
“Doyoualwayswatchfor
في
thelongestdayoftheالسنة
yearandthenmissit?Ialwayswatchforthelongest
يوم
dayintheyearandthenmissit.”“Weoughttoplansomething,”yawned
الآنسة
MissBaker,sittingdownatthetableasلو
ifsheweregettingintoالسرير
bed.“Allright,”saidDaisy.
“What’llweplan?”
Sheturnedtomehelplessly:
“Whatdopeopleplan?”
قبل
BeforeIcouldanswerhereyesfastenedمع
withanawedexpressiononherالصغير
littlefinger.“Look!”
shecomplained;
“Ihurtit.”
Wealllooked—theknucklewas
سوداء
blackandblue.“Youdid
ذلك
it,Tom,”shesaidaccusingly.“I
أعلم
knowyoudidn’tmeanto,butyoudiddoذلك
it.That’swhatIgetformarryingabruteofa
رجل
man,agreat,big,hulkingphysicalspecimenofa—”.“Ihatethatword‘hulking,’ ”objectedTomcrossly,“eveninkidding.”
“Hulking,”insistedDaisy.
SometimessheandMissBakertalkedat
مجرد
once,unobtrusivelyandwithabanteringinconsequencethatwasلم
neverquitechatter,thatwasascoolastheirالبيضاء
whitedressesandtheirimpersonaleyesintheabsenceofكل
alldesire.Theywerehere,andtheyacceptedTomandme,making
سوى
onlyapolitepleasantefforttoentertainأو
ortobeentertained.Theyknewthatpresently
العشاء
dinnerwouldbeoverandalittlelatertheeveningtoowouldbeoverandcasuallyputaway.ItwassharplydifferentfromtheWest,
حيث
whereaneveningwashurriedfromphasetophasetowardsitsclose,inacontinuallydisappointedanticipationأو
orelseinsheernervousdreadoftheاللحظة
momentitself.“Youmakeme
أشعر
feeluncivilized,Daisy,”Iconfessedonmyالثانية
secondglassofcorkybutratherimpressiveclaret.“Can’tyou
التحدث
talkaboutcropsorsomething?”Imeantnothinginparticularbythisremark,butitwastakenupinanunexpectedway.
“Civilization’sgoingtopieces,”brokeoutTomviolently.
“I’vegottentobeaterriblepessimistaboutthings.
Haveyou
قرأت
readTheRiseoftheColouredEmpiresbyهذا
thismanGoddard?”“Why,no,”Ianswered,rathersurprisedbyhistone.
“Well,it’s
على
afinebook,andeverybodyoughttoreadit.The
الفكرة
ideaisifwedon’tlookouttheالأبيض
whiteracewillbe—willbeutterlysubmerged.It’sallscientific
أشياء
stuff;it’sbeenproved.”