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The Great Gatsby | Progressive Translation Books for Croatian A1-B2 Learners

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I
Inmyyounger
i
andmorevulnerableyearsmy
otac
fathergavemesomeadvice
koji
thatI’vebeenturningoverinmy
umu
mindeversince.
“Wheneveryoufeellikecriticizinganyone,”hetold
mi
me,“justrememberthatall
na
thepeopleinthisworldhaven’thad
na
theadvantagesthatyou’vehad.”
Hedidn’tsayany
više
more,butwe’vealwaysbeen
neobično
unusuallycommunicativeinareserved
način
way,andIunderstoodthathemeant
je
agreatdealmorethan
da
that.
Inconsequence,I’minclinedtoreserve
sve
alljudgements,ahabitthathasopenedup
mnoge
manycuriousnaturestome
i
andalsomademethe
žrtvom
victimofnotafewveteranbores.
Na
Theabnormalmindisquicktodetect
i
andattachitselftothisquality
kada
whenitappearsinanormalperson,
i
andsoitcameaboutthatincollegeIwasunjustlyaccusedofbeinga
političar
politician,becauseIwasprivyto
na
thesecretgriefsofwild,unknownmen.
Većina
Mostoftheconfidenceswereunsought—frequentlyIhavefeignedsleep,preoccupation,
ili
orahostilelevitywhenIrealizedbysomeunmistakablesign
da
thatanintimaterevelationwasquiveringonthehorizon;
fortheintimaterevelationsofyoungmen,
ili
oratleastthetermsinwhichtheyexpress
ih
them,areusuallyplagiaristicandmarredbyobvioussuppressions.
Reservingjudgementsisa
stvar
matterofinfinitehope.
Iamstilla
malo
littleafraidofmissingsomething
ako
ifIforgetthat,asmy
otac
fathersnobbishlysuggested,andIsnobbishly
ponavljam
repeat,asenseofthefundamentaldecenciesisparcelledoutunequallyat
rođenja
birth.
And,afterboastingthiswayofmytolerance,Icometotheadmissionthatithasalimit.
Conduct
može
maybefoundedonthehardrock
ili
orthewetmarshes,but
nakon
afteracertainpointIdon’t
zanima me
carewhatit’sfoundedon.
Kad
WhenIcamebackfromtheEast
prošle
lastautumnIfeltthatIwantedtheworldtobeinuniform
i
andatasortofmoralattention
zauvijek
forever;
Iwantednomoreriotousexcursions
s
withprivilegedglimpsesintothehuman
srce
heart.
OnlyGatsby,themanwhogiveshis
ime
nametothisbook,wasexemptfrommyreaction—Gatsby,whorepresented
sve
everythingforwhichIhaveanunaffected
prezir
scorn.
Ifpersonalityisanunbrokenseriesofsuccessfulgestures,thentherewas
nešto
somethinggorgeousabouthim,someheightened
osjetljivost
sensitivitytothepromisesoflife,as
ako
ifhewererelatedtooneof
onih
thoseintricatemachinesthatregisterearthquakes
deset
tenthousandmilesaway.
Thisresponsivenesshadnothingtodo
s
withthatflabbyimpressionabilitywhichisdignifiedunderthenameofthe“creativetemperament”—itwasanextraordinary
dar
giftforhope,aromantic
spremnost
readinesssuchasIhaveneverfoundinany
druge
otherpersonandwhichitisnot
vjerojatno
likelyIshalleverfindagain.
No—Gatsbyturnedoutallrightatthe
kraju
end;
itiswhatpreyedonGatsby,whatfouldustfloatedinthewakeofhisdreamsthat
privremeno
temporarilyclosedoutmyinterestintheabortivesorrows
i
andshort-windedelationsofmen.
My
obitelj
familyhavebeenprominent,well-to-do
osoba
peopleinthisMiddleWestern
gradu
cityforthreegenerations.
TheCarrawaysare
nešto
somethingofaclan,andwehave
je
atraditionthatwe’redescendedfromtheDukesofBuccleuch,
ali
buttheactualfounderofmylinewasmygrandfather’s
brat
brother,whocamehereinfifty-one,sent
je
asubstitutetotheCivil
Rat
War,andstartedthewholesalehardware
posao
businessthatmyfathercarrieson
danas
today.
Ineversawthisgreat-uncle,
ali
butI’msupposedtolook
kao
likehim—withspecialreferenceto
na
theratherhard-boiledpaintingthathangsinfather’s
uredu
office.
IgraduatedfromNewHavenin1915,
samo
justaquarterofa
stoljeća
centuryaftermyfather,anda
malo
littlelaterIparticipatedinthatdelayedTeutonicmigrationknownasthe
Veliki
GreatWar.
Ienjoyedthecounter-raidsothoroughly
da
thatIcamebackrestless.
Insteadofbeing
na
thewarmcentreoftheworld,
na
theMiddleWestnowseemed
kao
liketheraggededgeof
na
theuniverse—soIdecidedto
otići
goEastandlearnthebond
posao
business.
EverybodyIknewwasinthebondbusiness,soIsupposeditcouldsupportone
još
moresingleman.
Allmyaunts
i
andunclestalkeditoverasiftheywerechoosingaprepschoolfor
mi
me,andfinallysaid,“Why—ye-es,”
sa
withverygrave,hesitantfaces.
Otac
Fatheragreedtofinancemefor
je
ayear,andaftervariousdelaysIcame
Istok
East,permanently,Ithought,in
na
thespringoftwenty-two.
Thepracticalthingwasto
naći
findroomsinthecity,
ali
butitwasawarmseason,andIhad
upravo
justleftacountryofwidelawnsandfriendlytrees,so
kad
whenayoungmanatthe
uredu
officesuggestedthatwetake
je
ahousetogetherinacommutingtown,itsounded
kao
likeagreatidea.
Hefoundthe
kuću
house,aweather-beatencardboardbungalowateighty
je
amonth,butatthelastminutethe
tvrtka
firmorderedhimtoWashington,
a
andIwentouttothecountryalone.
Ihad
je
adog—atleastIhadhimfor
je
afewdaysuntilheranaway—andan
starog
oldDodgeandaFinnish
žene
woman,whomademybed
i
andcookedbreakfastandmutteredFinnish
mudrost
wisdomtoherselfovertheelectricstove.
Itwaslonelyfor
je
adayorsountilone
jutra
morningsomeman,morerecentlyarrived
od
thanI,stoppedmeonthe
cesti
road.
“HowdoyougettoWestEggvillage?”
heaskedhelplessly.
Itold
mu
him.
AndasIwalkedonIwas
usamljen
lonelynolonger.
Iwasa
vodič
guide,apathfinder,anoriginalsettler.
Hehadcasuallyconferredonmethe
slobodu
freedomoftheneighbourhood.
Andso
s
withthesunshineandthegreatburstsofleavesgrowingonthetrees,
baš
justasthingsgrowinfastmovies,Ihadthat
poznato
familiarconvictionthatlifewas
počinje
beginningoveragainwiththesummer.
Therewassomuchto
čitanje
read,foronething,andsomuchfinehealthtobepulleddownoutoftheyoungbreath-giving
zraka
air.
Iboughtadozenvolumesonbanking
i
andcreditandinvestmentsecurities,
i
andtheystoodonmyshelfinred
i
andgoldlikenewmoneyfromthemint,promisingtounfoldtheshiningsecretsthat
samo
onlyMidasandMorganandMaecenasknew.
I
AndIhadthehighintentionofreading
mnoge
manyotherbooksbesides.
Iwas
prilično
ratherliteraryincollege—oneyearIwroteaseriesof
vrlo
verysolemnandobviouseditorialsfor
na
theYaleNews—andnowIwasgoingtobring
vratiti
backallsuchthingsintomy
život
lifeandbecomeagainthatmostlimitedofallspecialists,
na
the“well-roundedman.”
Thisisn’t
samo
justanepigram—lifeismuchmoresuccessfullylookedatfroma
jednog
singlewindow,afterall.
Itwas
je
amatterofchancethatIshouldhaverented
je
ahouseinoneofthestrangestcommunitiesinNorthAmerica.
Itwasonthatslenderriotous
otoku
islandwhichextendsitselfdueeastofNewYork—and
gdje
wherethereare,amongothernaturalcuriosities,
dvije
twounusualformationsofland.
Twentymilesfrom
na
thecityapairofenormouseggs,identicalincontour
i
andseparatedonlybyacourtesybay,jutoutinto
na
themostdomesticatedbodyofsalt
vode
waterintheWesternhemisphere,
na
thegreatwetbarnyardofLongIslandSound.
Theyarenotperfectovals—likethe
jaje
eggintheColumbusstory,theyare
oboje
bothcrushedflatatthecontactend—buttheirphysical
sličnost
resemblancemustbeasourceofperpetualwondertothegulls
koji
thatflyoverhead.
Tothewinglessamoreinteresting
fenomen
phenomenonistheirdissimilarityineveryparticular
osim
exceptshapeandsize.
IlivedatWestEgg,the—well,the
manje
lessfashionableofthetwo,
iako
thoughthisisamostsuperficialtagtoexpressthebizarre
i
andnotalittlesinistercontrast
između
betweenthem.
Myhousewasattheverytipofthe
jaje
egg,onlyfiftyyardsfromthe
Zvuka
Sound,andsqueezedbetweentwohugeplaces
koja
thatrentedfortwelveorfifteen
tisuća
thousandaseason.
Theoneonmyrightwas
je
acolossalaffairbyanystandard—itwas
je
afactualimitationofsomeHôteldeVilleinNormandy,
s
withatoweronone
strani
side,spankingnewunderathin
bradom
beardofrawivy,and
je
amarbleswimmingpool,and
više
morethanfortyacresoflawn
i
andgarden.
ItwasGatsby’smansion.
Ili
Or,rather,asIdidn’tknowMr.Gatsby,itwas
je
amansioninhabitedbya
gospodin
gentlemanofthatname.
Myown
kuća
housewasaneyesore,butitwas
je
asmalleyesore,andithadbeenoverlooked,soIhad
je
aviewofthewater,
je
apartialviewofmyneighbour’s
travnjak
lawn,andtheconsolingproximityofmillionaires—allforeightydollars
je
amonth.
AcrossthecourtesybaythewhitepalacesoffashionableEastEggglitteredalongthe
vodu
water,andthehistoryofthesummer
stvarno
reallybeginsontheeveningIdroveover
tamo
theretohavedinnerwiththeTomBuchanans.
Daisy
Daisywasmysecondcousinonceremoved,
a
andI’dknownTomin
faksu
college.
Andjustafterthe
rata
warIspenttwodays
s
withtheminChicago.
Her
suprug
husband,amongvariousphysicalaccomplishments,hadbeenoneofthemostpowerfulendsthateverplayedfootballatNewHaven—anational
figura
figureinaway,oneof
onih
thosemenwhoreachsuchanacutelimited
izvrsnost
excellenceattwenty-onethateverythingafterwardsavoursofanticlimax.
His
obitelj
familywereenormouslywealthy—evenincollegehisfreedom
s
withmoneywasamatterforreproach—but
sada
nowhe’dleftChicagoandcome
Istok
Eastinafashionthatrathertookyour
dah
breathaway:
forinstance,he’dbroughtdown
je
astringofpoloponiesfromLakeForest.
Itwas
teško
hardtorealizethata
čovjek
maninmyowngenerationwaswealthy
dovoljno
enoughtodothat.
Whytheycame
Istok
EastIdon’tknow.
TheyhadspentayearinFrancefor
bez
noparticularreason,andthendrifted
ovdje
hereandthereunrestfullywherever
ljudi
peopleplayedpoloandwererich
zajedno
together.
Thiswasapermanent
potez
move,saidDaisyoverthetelephone,
ali
butIdidn’tbelieveit—IhadnosightintoDaisy’s
srce
heart,butIfeltthatTomwoulddrifton
zauvijek
foreverseeking,alittlewistfully,forthedramaticturbulenceof
neke
someirrecoverablefootballgame.
AndsoithappenedthatonawarmwindyeveningIdroveovertoEastEggtosee
dva
twooldfriendswhomI
jedva
scarcelyknewatall.
Their
kuća
housewasevenmoreelaborate
nego
thanIexpected,acheerfulred-and-whiteGeorgianColonialmansion,overlooking
na
thebay.
Thelawnstartedatthebeach
i
andrantowardsthefront
vratima
doorforaquarterof
je
amile,jumpingoversundials
i
andbrickwalksandburninggardens—finally
kada
whenitreachedthehousedriftingupthesideinbrightvinesasthoughfromthemomentumofitsrun.
The
prednji
frontwasbrokenbyalineofFrenchwindows,glowing
sada
nowwithreflectedgoldandwideopentothe
toplo
warmwindyafternoon,andTomBuchananinridingclotheswasstanding
s
withhislegsapartonthe
prednji
frontporch.
Hehadchanged
od
sincehisNewHavenyears.
Sada
Nowhewasasturdystraw-haired
čovjek
manofthirty,witha
prilično
ratherhardmouthandasuperciliousmanner.
Dvije
Twoshiningarroganteyeshadestablisheddominance
nad
overhisfaceandgavehimthe
izgled
appearanceofalwaysleaningaggressively
naprijed
forward.
Noteventheeffeminateswankofhisridingclothescouldhidetheenormouspowerofthatbody—heseemedtofillthoseglisteningboots
dok
untilhestrainedthetoplacing,
i
andyoucouldseea
veliki
greatpackofmuscleshifting
kad
whenhisshouldermovedunderhisthincoat.
Itwas
je
abodycapableofenormousleverage—a
okrutno
cruelbody.
Hisspeakingvoice,
je
agruffhuskytenor,addedtothe
dojam
impressionoffractiousnessheconveyed.
Therewas
je
atouchofpaternalcontemptin
ga
it,eventowardpeopleheliked—andthereweremenatNewHaven
koji
whohadhatedhisguts.
“Now,don’t
misliti
thinkmyopiniononthesemattersisfinal,”heseemedtosay,“just
zato što
becauseI’mstrongerandmoreofa
muškarac
manthanyouare.”
Wewereinthesameseniorsociety,
i
andwhilewewereneverintimateI
uvijek
alwayshadtheimpressionthatheapprovedofme
i
andwantedmetolikehim
s
withsomeharsh,defiantwistfulnessofhisown.
Wetalkedfora
nekoliko
fewminutesonthesunnyporch.
“I’vegot
je
aniceplacehere,”hesaid,hiseyesflashingaboutrestlessly.
Turningmearoundbyonearm,hemoved
je
abroadflathandalong
na
thefrontvista,includinginitssweep
je
asunkenItaliangarden,a
pola
halfacreofdeep,pungentroses,
i
andasnub-nosedmotorboatthatbumped
na
thetideoffshore.
“ItbelongedtoDemaine,theoilman.”
Heturnedmearound
opet
again,politelyandabruptly.
“We’llgoinside.”
Wewalked
kroz
throughahighhallwayintoabrightrosy-colouredspace,fragilelyboundintothe
kuću
housebyFrenchwindowsateither
kraja
end.
Thewindowswereajar
i
andgleamingwhiteagainstthefresh
travi
grassoutsidethatseemedto
raste
growalittlewayinto
na
thehouse.
Abreezeblewthroughthe
sobu
room,blewcurtainsinatone
kraju
endandouttheotherlikepaleflags,twistingthemup
prema
towardthefrostedwedding-cakeoftheceiling,andthenrippledoverthewine-coloured
tepih
rug,makingashadowonitas
vjetar
winddoesonthesea.
The
jedini
onlycompletelystationaryobjectinthe
sobi
roomwasanenormouscouchon
kojem
whichtwoyoungwomenwerebuoyedupasthoughuponananchoredballoon.
Theywere
oboje
bothinwhite,andtheirdresseswereripplingandflutteringasiftheyhad
upravo
justbeenblownbackin
nakon
afterashortflightaroundthe
kuće
house.
Imusthavestoodfora
nekoliko
fewmomentslisteningtothe
bič
whipandsnapofthecurtains
i
andthegroanofapictureonthe
zidu
wall.
ThentherewasaboomasTomBuchananshuttherearwindowsandthecaught
vjetar
winddiedoutabouttheroom,andthecurtainsandtherugsandthe
dvije
twoyoungwomenballoonedslowlytothefloor.
The
mlađi
youngerofthetwowas
je
astrangertome.
Shewasextended
punu
fulllengthatherendofthedivan,
potpuno
completelymotionless,andwithherchinraised
je
alittle,asifshewerebalancing
nešto
somethingonitwhichwas
vrlo
quitelikelytofall.
Ifshesawmeoutofthecornerofhereyesshegave
nijedan
nohintofit—indeed,Iwas
gotovo
almostsurprisedintomurmuringan
ispriku
apologyforhavingdisturbedherbycoming
u
in.
Theothergirl,Daisy,madeanattempttorise—sheleanedslightly
naprijed
forwardwithaconscientiousexpression—thenshelaughed,anabsurd,charminglittlelaugh,andIlaughed
također
tooandcameforwardintothe
sobu
room.
“I’mp-paralysedwithhappiness.”
Shelaughed
opet
again,asifshesaid
nešto
somethingverywitty,andheldmy
ruku
handforamoment,lookingupintomy
lice
face,promisingthattherewas
nema
nooneintheworldshesomuchwantedto
vidjeti
see.
Thatwasawayshehad.
Shehintedin
je
amurmurthatthesurnameofthebalancing
djevojka
girlwasBaker.
(I’vehearditsaidthatDaisy’smurmurwas
samo
onlytomakepeoplelean
prema
towardher;
anirrelevantcriticism
koja
thatmadeitnolesscharming.)
Atanyrate,
Gđice
MissBaker’slipsfluttered,shenoddedatme
gotovo
almostimperceptibly,andthenquicklytippedher
glavu
headbackagain—theobjectshewasbalancinghad
očito
obviouslytotteredalittleandgivenher
nešto
somethingofafright.
Again
je
asortofapologyarosetomylips.
Gotovo
Almostanyexhibitionofcompleteself-sufficiencydrawsastunned
počast
tributefromme.
Ilooked
natrag
backatmycousin,whobegantoaskmequestionsinherlow,thrillingvoice.
Itwasthekindof
glas
voicethattheearfollows
gore
upanddown,asif
svaki
eachspeechisanarrangementofnotesthatwill
nikada
neverbeplayedagain.
Her
lice
facewassadandlovely
s
withbrightthingsinit,brighteyes
i
andabrightpassionatemouth,
ali
buttherewasanexcitementinhervoicethatmenwhohadcaredforherfound
teško
difficulttoforget:
asingingcompulsion,
je
awhispered“Listen,”apromise
da
thatshehaddonegay,excitingthingsjust
je
awhilesinceandthattherewere
gay
gay,excitingthingshoveringinthenext
satu
hour.
ItoldherhowIhadstoppedoffinChicagofor
je
adayonmyway
Istok
East,andhowadozen
ljudi
peoplehadsenttheirlove
kroz
throughme.
“Dotheymissme?”
shecriedecstatically.
“The
cijeli
wholetownisdesolate.
Allthecars
imaju
havetheleftrearwheelpainted
crno
blackasamourningwreath,
i
andthere’sapersistentwail
svi
allnightalongthenorthshore.”
“Howgorgeous!
Let’sgoback,Tom.
Tomorrow!”
Thensheaddedirrelevantly:
“Yououghtto
vidjeti
seethebaby.”
“I’dliketo.”
“She’s
spava
asleep.
She’sthreeyearsold.
Haven’tyoueverseenher?”
“Never.”
“Well,yououghtto
vidjeti
seeher.
She’s—”.
TomBuchanan,
koji
whohadbeenhoveringrestlesslyaboutthe
sobi
room,stoppedandrestedhis
ruku
handonmyshoulder.
“Whatyoudoing,Nick?”
“I’mabondman.”
“Whowith?”
Itold
mu
him.
“Neverheardofthem,”heremarkeddecisively.
Thisannoyed
me
me.
“Youwill,”Ianswered
ubrzo
shortly.
“Youwillifyoustayin
na
theEast.”
“Oh,I’llstayintheEast,don’tyouworry,”hesaid,glancingat
Daisy
Daisyandthenbackat
mene
me,asifhewerealertfor
nešto
somethingmore.
“I’dbeaGoddamnedfooltoliveanywhereelse.”
AtthispointMiss
Baker
Bakersaid:
“Absolutely!”
withsuchsuddenness
to
thatIstarted—itwasthe
prva
firstwordshehaduttered
otkad
sinceIcameintothe
sobu
room.
Evidentlyitsurprisedherasmuchasitdid
mene
me,forsheyawnedand
s
withaseriesofrapid,deftmovementsstoodupintothe
sobu
room.
“I’mstiff,”shecomplained,“I’vebeenlyingonthatsofaforaslongasIcanremember.”
“Don’t
gledaj
lookatme,”Daisyretorted,“I’vebeentryingtogetyoutoNewYorkallafternoon.”
“No,thanks,”saidMiss
Baker
Bakertothefourcocktails
upravo
justinfromthepantry.
“I’m
apsolutno
absolutelyintraining.”
Herhostlookedatherincredulously.
“Youare!”
Hetookdownhis
piće
drinkasifitwere
je
adropinthebottomof
je
aglass.
“Howyoueverget
nešto
anythingdoneisbeyondme.”
IlookedatMiss
Baker
Baker,wonderingwhatitwasshe“gotdone.”
Ienjoyedlookingat
nju
her.
Shewasaslender,small-breasted
djevojka
girl,withanerectcarriage,whichsheaccentuatedbythrowingherbodybackwardattheshoulders
kao
likeayoungcadet.
Her
sive
greysun-strainedeyeslookedbackatme
s
withpolitereciprocalcuriosityoutofawan,charming,discontented
lice
face.
Itoccurredtome
sada
nowthatIhadseenher,
ili
orapictureofher,somewhere
prije
before.
“YouliveinWestEgg,”sheremarkedcontemptuously.
“Iknow
nekoga
somebodythere.”
“Idon’tknowasingle—”.
“You
mora
mustknowGatsby.”
“Gatsby?”
demanded
Daisy
Daisy.
“WhatGatsby?”
BeforeIcouldreply
da
thathewasmyneighbourdinnerwasannounced;
wedginghistense
ruku
armimperativelyundermine,TomBuchanancompelledmefrom
na
theroomasthoughheweremoving
je
acheckertoanothersquare.
Slenderly,languidly,theirhandsset
lagano
lightlyontheirhips,the
dvije
twoyoungwomenprecededusoutontoarosy-colouredporch,open
prema
towardthesunset,wherefourcandlesflickeredonthetableinthediminishedwind.
“Whycandles?”
objected
Daisy
Daisy,frowning.
Shesnappedthemoutwithherfingers.
“In
dva
twoweeksit’llbethe
najduži
longestdayintheyear.”
Shelookedatus
sve
allradiantly.
“Doyoualwayswatchforthe
najduži
longestdayoftheyear
a
andthenmissit?
I
uvijek
alwayswatchforthelongest
dan
dayintheyearandthenmissit.”
“Weoughttoplansomething,”yawnedMiss
Baker
Baker,sittingdownatthetableasifsheweregettingintobed.
“Allright,”said
Daisy
Daisy.
“What’llweplan?”
Sheturnedtomehelplessly:
“Whatdo
ljudi
peopleplan?”
BeforeIcould
odgovoriti
answerhereyesfastenedwithanawed
izraz
expressiononherlittlefinger.
“Look!”
shecomplained;
“Ihurtit.”
We
svi
alllooked—theknucklewasblack
i
andblue.
“Youdidit,Tom,”shesaidaccusingly.
“I
znam
knowyoudidn’tmeanto,
ali
butyoudiddoit.
That’swhatIgetformarryingabruteofaman,agreat,big,hulkingphysicalspecimenofa—”.
“Ihatethat
riječ
word‘hulking,’ ”objectedTomcrossly,“eveninkidding.”
“Hulking,”insisted
Daisy
Daisy.
SometimessheandMiss
Bejker
Bakertalkedatonce,unobtrusively
i
andwithabanteringinconsequence
koja
thatwasneverquitechatter,
koja
thatwasascoolastheirwhitedresses
i
andtheirimpersonaleyesinthe
odsustvu
absenceofalldesire.
Theywere
ovdje
here,andtheyacceptedTom
i
andme,makingonlya
pristojan
politepleasantefforttoentertain
ili
ortobeentertained.
Theyknew
da
thatpresentlydinnerwouldbeoveranda
malo
littlelatertheeveningtoowouldbeoverandcasuallyputaway.
Itwas
oštro
sharplydifferentfromtheWest,
gdje
whereaneveningwashurriedfrom
faze
phasetophasetowardsitsclose,in
je
acontinuallydisappointedanticipationorelseinsheernervousdreadofthemomentitself.
“Youmakemefeeluncivilized,Daisy,”Iconfessedonmysecond
čaši
glassofcorkybutratherimpressiveclaret.
“Can’tyou
pričati
talkaboutcropsorsomething?”
Imeant
ništa
nothinginparticularbythisremark,
ali
butitwastakenupinanunexpected
način
way.
“Civilization’sgoingtopieces,”brokeoutTom
nasilno
violently.
“I’vegottentobea
užasno
terriblepessimistaboutthings.
HaveyoureadTheRiseoftheColouredEmpiresby
ovog
thismanGoddard?”
“Why,no,”Ianswered,
prilično
rathersurprisedbyhistone.
“Well,it’s
je
afinebook,andeverybodyoughttoread
to
it.
Theideaisifwedon’tlookoutthewhiterace
će
willbe—willbeutterlysubmerged.
It’s
sve
allscientificstuff;
it’sbeenproved.”