I
Inmyyounger
a
andmorevulnerableyearsmyotec
fathergavemesomeadvicethatI’vebeenturningoverinmymindeversince.“Wheneveryou
pocit
feellikecriticizinganyone,”hetoldmi
me,“justrememberthatallna
thepeopleinthisworldhaven’thadna
theadvantagesthatyou’vehad.”Hedidn’tsayany
víc
more,butwe’vealwaysbeenunusuallycommunicativeinareservedway,a
andIunderstoodthathemeantagreatdealvíc
morethanthat.Inconsequence,I’minclinedtoreserve
všechny
alljudgements,ahabitthathasopenedupmanycuriousnaturestomea
andalsomademethevictimofnotafewveteranbores.Theabnormalmindisquicktodetect
a
andattachitselftothisqualitykdyž
whenitappearsinanormalperson,a
andsoitcameaboutže
thatincollegeIwasunjustlyaccusedofbeingapolitician,protože
becauseIwasprivytothesecretgriefsofwild,unknownmen.Většina
Mostoftheconfidenceswereunsought—frequentlyIhavefeignedspánek
sleep,preoccupation,orahostilelevitykdyž
whenIrealizedbysomeunmistakablesignže
thatanintimaterevelationwasquiveringonthehorizon;fortheintimaterevelationsofyoungmen,
nebo
oratleastthetermsinwhichtheyexpressje
them,areusuallyplagiaristicandmarredbyobvioussuppressions.Reservingjudgementsisamatterofinfinite
naděje
hope.Iamstillalittleafraidofmissing
něco
somethingifIforgetthat,asmyotec
fathersnobbishlysuggested,andIsnobbishlyrepeat,asenseofthefundamentaldecenciesisparcelledoutunequallyatbirth.A
And,afterboastingthiswayofmytolerance,Icometotheadmissionže
thatithasalimit.Conduct
může
maybefoundedonthetvrdé
hardrockorthewetmarshes,ale
butafteracertainpointIdon’tcarewhatit’sfoundedon.Když
WhenIcamebackfromtheEastminulý
lastautumnIfeltthatIwantedthesvět
worldtobeinuniforma
andatasortofmoralattentionforever;Iwanted
žádné
nomoreriotousexcursionswithprivilegedglimpsesintothehumansrdce
heart.OnlyGatsby,themanwhogiveshis
jméno
nametothisbook,wasexemptfrommyreaction—Gatsby,whorepresentedvšechno
everythingforwhichIhaveanunaffectedscorn.Pokud
Ifpersonalityisanunbrokenseriesofsuccessfulgestures,thentherewasněco
somethinggorgeousabouthim,someheightenedsensitivitytothepromisesoflife,aspokud
ifhewererelatedtojednoho
oneofthoseintricatemachineskteré
thatregisterearthquakestenthousandmilesdaleko
away.Thisresponsivenesshadnothingtodo
s
withthatflabbyimpressionabilitywhichisdignifiedpod
underthenameofthe“creativetemperament”—itwasanextraordinarygiftfornaděje
hope,aromanticreadinesssuchasIhavenikdy
neverfoundinanyotherosoby
personandwhichitisnotlikelyIshalleverfindagain.No—Gatsbyturnedoutallrightattheend;
itiswhatpreyedonGatsby,whatfouldustfloatedinthewakeofhisdreams
který
thattemporarilyclosedoutmyinterestintheabortivesorrowsa
andshort-windedelationsofmen.My
rodina
familyhavebeenprominent,well-to-dolidé
peopleinthisMiddleWesternměstě
cityforthreegenerations.TheCarrawaysare
něco
somethingofaclan,andwehaveatraditionthatwe’redescendedfromtheDukesofBuccleuch,ale
buttheactualfounderofmylinewasmygrandfather’sbratr
brother,whocamehereinfifty-one,sentasubstitutetotheCivilVálky
War,andstartedthewholesalehardwarebusinessthatmyotec
fathercarriesontoday.I
nikdy
neversawthisgreat-uncle,butI’msupposedtovypadat
looklikehim—withspecialreferencetotheratherhard-boiledpaintingkterý
thathangsinfather’soffice.IgraduatedfromNewHavenin1915,
jen
justaquarterofacenturypo
aftermyfather,andalittlepozději
laterIparticipatedinthatdelayedTeutonicmigrationknownastheGreatWar.Ienjoyedthecounter-raidsothoroughly
že
thatIcamebackrestless.Insteadofbeingthewarmcentreofthe
světa
world,theMiddleWestnowseemedjako
liketheraggededgeoftheuniverse—soIdecidedtojít
goEastandlearnthebondbusiness.Všichni
EverybodyIknewwasinthebondbusiness,soIsupposeditcouldsupportonemoresinglemuže
man.Allmyauntsandunclestalkeditoverasiftheywerechoosingaprepschoolfor
mě
me,andfinallysaid,“Why—ye-es,”s
withverygrave,hesitantfaces.Otec
Fatheragreedtofinancemeforarok
year,andaftervariousdelaysIcameEast,permanently,Ithought,inthespringoftwenty-two.Thepracticalthingwasto
najít
findroomsinthecity,ale
butitwasawarmseason,a
andIhadjustleftazemi
countryofwidelawnsandfriendlytrees,sokdyž
whenayoungmanattheofficesuggestedthatwetakeadům
housetogetherinacommutingtown,itsoundedjako
likeagreatidea.Hefoundthe
dům
house,aweather-beatencardboardbungalowateightyamonth,ale
butatthelastminutethefirmorderedhimtoWashington,a
andIwentouttothecountrysám
alone.Ihadadog—at
alespoň
leastIhadhimforapár
fewdaysuntilheranaway—andanoldDodgea
andaFinnishwoman,whomademybeda
andcookedbreakfastandmutteredFinnishwisdomtoherselfovertheelectricstove.Itwaslonelyfora
den
dayorsountilonemorningsomemuž
man,morerecentlyarrivedthanJá
I,stoppedmeontheroad.“HowdoyougettoWestEggvillage?”
heaskedhelplessly.
Itold
mu
him.AndasIwalkedonIwaslonelynolonger.
Iwasaguide,apathfinder,anoriginalsettler.
Hehadcasuallyconferredonmethefreedomoftheneighbourhood.
A
Andsowiththesunshinea
andthegreatburstsofleavesgrowingonthetrees,justasthingsgrowinfastmovies,Ihadže
thatfamiliarconvictionthatlifewasbeginningoverznovu
againwiththesummer.Therewasso
mnoho
muchtoread,foronevěc
thing,andsomuchfinehealthtobepulleddolů
downoutoftheyoungbreath-givingvzduchu
air.Iboughtadozenvolumesonbanking
a
andcreditandinvestmentsecurities,a
andtheystoodonmyshelfinčervené
redandgoldlikenewpeníze
moneyfromthemint,promisingtounfoldtheshiningsecretskterá
thatonlyMidasandMorgana
andMaecenasknew.AndIhadthehighintentionofreading
mnoho
manyotherbooksbesides.Iwasratherliteraryincollege—one
rok
yearIwroteaseriesofvelmi
verysolemnandobviouseditorialsfortheYaleNews—andteď
nowIwasgoingtopřinést
bringbackallsuchthingsintomylifea
andbecomeagainthatmostlimitedofvšechny
allspecialists,the“well-roundedman.”Thisisn’t
jen
justanepigram—lifeismuchmoresuccessfullylookedatfromasinglewindow,afterall.Itwasamatterofchance
že
thatIshouldhaverentedadům
houseinoneofthestrangestcommunitiesinNorthAmerica.ItwasonthatslenderriotousislandwhichextendsitselfdueeastofNewYork—and
kde
wherethereare,amongothernaturalcuriosities,dvě
twounusualformationsofland.Twentymilesfrom
na
thecityapairofenormouseggs,identicalincontoura
andseparatedonlybyacourtesybay,jutoutintona
themostdomesticatedbodyofsaltvody
waterintheWesternhemisphere,na
thegreatwetbarnyardofLongIslandSound.Theyarenotperfectovals—liketheeggintheColumbusstory,theyare
oba
bothcrushedflatatthecontactend—buttheirphysicalresemblancemusí
mustbeasourceofperpetualwondertothegullskteré
thatflyoverhead.Tothewinglessamoreinterestingphenomenonistheirdissimilarityineveryparticularexceptshape
a
andsize.IlivedatWestEgg,the—well,thelessfashionableofthetwo,
i když
thoughthisisamostsuperficialtagtoexpressthebizarrea
andnotalittlesinistercontrastmezi
betweenthem.Myhousewasattheverytipoftheegg,
jen
onlyfiftyyardsfromtheSound,a
andsqueezedbetweentwohugeplaceskteré
thatrentedfortwelveorfifteenthousandaseason.The
jedné
oneonmyrightwasacolossalaffairbyanystandard—itwasafactualimitationofsomeHôteldeVilleinNormandy,s
withatowerononestraně
side,spankingnewunderathinbeardofrawivy,a
andamarbleswimmingpool,a
andmorethanfortyacresoflawna
andgarden.ItwasGatsby’smansion.
Nebo
Or,rather,asIdidn’tknowMr.Gatsby,itwasamansioninhabitedbyagentlemanofthatname.My
vlastní
ownhousewasaneyesore,ale
butitwasasmalleyesore,a
andithadbeenoverlooked,soIhadaviewofna
thewater,apartialviewofmyneighbour’slawn,a
andtheconsolingproximityofmillionaires—allforeightydollarsamonth.Acrossthecourtesybaythe
bílé
whitepalacesoffashionableEastEggglitteredpodél
alongthewater,andthehistoryofthesummerskutečně
reallybeginsontheeveningIdroveovertam
theretohavedinnerwiththeTomBuchanans.Daisywasmy
druhá
secondcousinonceremoved,andI’dknownTomincollege.A
AndjustafterthewarIspentdva
twodayswiththeminChicago.Her
manžel
husband,amongvariousphysicalaccomplishments,hadbeenoneofthemostpowerfulendsthateverplayedfootballatNewHaven—anationalfigureinaway,oneoftěch
thosemenwhoreachsuchanacutelimitedexcellenceattwenty-onethatvšechno
everythingafterwardsavoursofanticlimax.His
rodina
familywereenormouslywealthy—evenincollegehisfreedoms
withmoneywasamatterforreproach—butteď
nowhe’dleftChicagoandpřišel
comeEastinafashionkterý
thatrathertookyourbreathaway:forinstance,he’dbroughtdownastringofpoloponiesfromLakeForest.
Itwas
těžké
hardtorealizethatamuž
maninmyowngenerationwaswealthydostatečně
enoughtodothat.WhytheycameEastIdon’tknow.
Theyhadspenta
rok
yearinFrancefornoparticularreason,a
andthendriftedhereandtam
thereunrestfullywhereverpeopleplayedpoloa
andwererichtogether.Thiswasapermanentmove,saidDaisyoverthetelephone,
ale
butIdidn’tbelieveit—IhadnosightintoDaisy’ssrdce
heart,butIfeltthatTomwoulddriftonforeverseeking,alittlewistfully,forthedramaticturbulenceofsomeirrecoverablefootballgame.A
AndsoithappenedthatonawarmwindyeveningIdroveovertoEastEggtoseedva
twooldfriendswhomIscarcelyknewatall.Their
dům
housewasevenmoreelaboratenež
thanIexpected,acheerfulred-and-whiteGeorgianColonialmansion,overlookingna
thebay.Thelawnstartedatthebeach
a
andrantowardsthefrontdoorforaquarterofamile,jumpingpřes
oversundialsandbrickwalksa
andburninggardens—finallywhenitreachedthedomu
housedriftingupthesideinbrightvinesasthoughfromthemomentumofitsrun.The
přední
frontwasbrokenbyalineofFrenchwindows,glowingnyní
nowwithreflectedgoldandwideotevřené
opentothewarmwindyafternoon,a
andTomBuchananinridingclotheswasstandings
withhislegsapartonthepřední
frontporch.Hehadchanged
od
sincehisNewHavenyears.Nyní
Nowhewasasturdystraw-hairedmuž
manofthirty,witharatherhardmoutha
andasuperciliousmanner.Twoshiningarroganteyeshadestablisheddominanceoverhis
tvář
faceandgavehimtheappearanceofvždy
alwaysleaningaggressivelyforward.Noteventheeffeminateswankofhisridingclothescouldhidetheenormous
sílu
powerofthatbody—heseemedtofillty
thoseglisteningbootsuntilhestrainedthehorní
toplacing,andyoucouldvidět
seeagreatpackofmuscleshiftingkdyž
whenhisshouldermovedunderhisthincoat.Itwasa
tělo
bodycapableofenormousleverage—acrueltělo
body.Hisspeakingvoice,agruffhuskytenor,addedtotheimpressionoffractiousnessheconveyed.
Therewasa
dotek
touchofpaternalcontemptinit,eventowardpeopleheliked—andthereweremenatNewHavenkteří
whohadhatedhisguts.“Now,don’tthinkmyopinionon
tyto
thesemattersisfinal,”heseemedtosay,“justbecauseI’mstrongera
andmoreofamannež
thanyouare.”Wewereinthe
stejné
sameseniorsociety,andwhilewewerenikdy
neverintimateIalwayshadtheimpressionže
thatheapprovedofmea
andwantedmetolikehims
withsomeharsh,defiantwistfulnessofhisvlastní
own.Wetalkedfora
několik
fewminutesonthesunnyporch.“I’vegota
pěkné
niceplacehere,”hesaid,hiseyesflashingaboutrestlessly.Turningme
kolem
aroundbyonearm,hemovedabroadflathandpodél
alongthefrontvista,includinginitssweepasunkenItaliangarden,apůl
halfacreofdeep,pungentroses,a
andasnub-nosedmotorboatthatbumpedna
thetideoffshore.“ItbelongedtoDemaine,theoilman.”
Heturnedmearound
znovu
again,politelyandabruptly.“We’llgoinside.”
Wewalkedthroughahighhallwayintoabrightrosy-colouredspace,fragilelyboundintothe
domu
housebyFrenchwindowsateitherend.Thewindowswereajar
a
andgleamingwhiteagainstthefreshgrassvenku
outsidethatseemedtogrowalittlewayintothedomu
house.Abreezeblewthroughtheroom,blewcurtainsinatone
konci
endandouttheotherlikepaleflags,twistingthemuptowardthefrostedwedding-cakeoftheceiling,a
andthenrippledoverthewine-colouredrug,makingashadowonitaswinddoesonthesea.Theonlycompletelystationaryobjectinthe
místnosti
roomwasanenormouscouchonwhichdvě
twoyoungwomenwerebuoyedupasthoughuponananchoredballoon.Theywere
oba
bothinwhite,andtheirdresseswereripplinga
andflutteringasiftheyhadprávě
justbeenblownbackinpo
afterashortflightaroundthedomu
house.Imusthavestoodfora
několik
fewmomentslisteningtothewhipa
andsnapofthecurtainsa
andthegroanofapictureonthewall.ThentherewasaboomasTomBuchanan
zavřel
shuttherearwindowsandthecaughtwinddiedoutaboutthemístnosti
room,andthecurtainsandtherugsa
andthetwoyoungwomenballoonedslowlytothefloor.Theyoungerofthetwowasastrangerto
mě
me.Shewasextendedfulllengthather
konci
endofthedivan,completelymotionless,a
andwithherchinraisedalittle,asifshewerebalancingněco
somethingonitwhichwasquitelikelytofall.Pokud
Ifshesawmeoutofna
thecornerofhereyesshegavežádný
nohintofit—indeed,Iwastéměř
almostsurprisedintomurmuringanapologyforhavingdisturbedherbycomingin.Theother
dívka
girl,Daisy,madeanattempttorise—sheleanedslightlyforwards
withaconscientiousexpression—thenshelaughed,anabsurd,charmingmalý
littlelaugh,andIlaughedtooa
andcameforwardintothemístnosti
room.“I’mp-paralysedwithhappiness.”
Shelaughed
znovu
again,asifshesaidněco
somethingverywitty,andheldmyruku
handforamoment,lookingupintomyface,promisingže
thattherewasnooneinthesvětě
worldshesomuchwantedtosee.Thatwasa
způsob
wayshehad.Shehintedinamurmur
že
thatthesurnameofthebalancingdívka
girlwasBaker.(I’vehearditsaid
že
thatDaisy’smurmurwasonlytomakelidé
peopleleantowardher;anirrelevantcriticism
která
thatmadeitnolesscharming.)Atanyrate,MissBaker’slipsfluttered,shenoddedatme
téměř
almostimperceptibly,andthenquicklytippedherheadzpět
backagain—theobjectshewasbalancinghadobviouslytotteredalittlea
andgivenhersomethingofafright.Znovu
Againasortofapologyarosetomylips.Téměř
Almostanyexhibitionofcompleteself-sufficiencydrawsastunnedtributefrommě
me.Ilookedbackatmycousin,whobegantoaskmequestionsinherlow,thrillingvoice.
Itwasthe
druh
kindofvoicethattheearfollowsnahoru
upanddown,asifkaždá
eachspeechisanarrangementofnotesthatwillnikdy
neverbeplayedagain.Her
tvář
facewassadandlovelys
withbrightthingsinit,brighteyesa
andabrightpassionatemouth,ale
buttherewasanexcitementinhervoicekteré
thatmenwhohadcaredforherfounddifficulttoforget:asingingcompulsion,awhispered“Listen,”a
slib
promisethatshehaddonegay,excitingthingsjen
justawhilesinceandže
thatthereweregay,excitingthingshoveringinthenásledující
nexthour.Itoldher
jak
howIhadstoppedoffinChicagoforaden
dayonmywayEast,a
andhowadozenpeoplehadsenttheirloveskrze
throughme.“Dotheymissme?”
shecriedecstatically.
“The
celé
wholetownisdesolate.All
na
thecarshavetheleftrearwheelpaintedblackasamourningwreath,a
andthere’sapersistentwailallnoc
nightalongthenorthshore.”“Howgorgeous!
Let’sgoback,Tom.
Tomorrow!”
Thensheaddedirrelevantly:
“Yououghtto
vidět
seethebaby.”“I’dliketo.”
“She’sasleep.
She’s
tři
threeyearsold.Haven’tyoueverseenher?”
“Never.”
“Well,yououghtto
vidět
seeher.She’s—”.
TomBuchanan,
který
whohadbeenhoveringrestlesslyaboutthemístnosti
room,stoppedandrestedhisruku
handonmyshoulder.“Whatyoudoing,Nick?”
“I’mabondman.”
“Whowith?”
Itold
mu
him.“Neverheardofthem,”heremarkeddecisively.
Thisannoyed
mě
me.“Youwill,”Iansweredshortly.
“Youwillifyoustayin
na
theEast.”“Oh,I’llstayintheEast,don’tyouworry,”hesaid,glancingatDaisy
a
andthenbackatme,asifhewerealertforněco
somethingmore.“I’dbeaGoddamnedfooltoliveanywhereelse.”
At
tomto
thispointMissBakersaid:“Absolutely!”
s
withsuchsuddennessthatIstarted—itwastheprvní
firstwordshehadutteredsinceIcameintothemístnosti
room.Evidentlyitsurprisedherasmuchasitdid
mě
me,forsheyawnedands
withaseriesofrapid,deftmovementsstoodupintothemístnosti
room.“I’mstiff,”shecomplained,“I’vebeenlyingonthatsofaforas
dlouho
longasIcanremember.”“Don’tlookatme,”Daisyretorted,“I’vebeentryingto
dostat
getyoutoNewYorkallafternoon.”“No,thanks,”saidMissBakertothefourcocktails
právě
justinfromthepantry.“I’mabsolutelyintraining.”
Herhostlookedatherincredulously.
“Youare!”
Hetookdownhis
nápoj
drinkasifitwereadropinna
thebottomofaglass.“Howyoueverget
něco
anythingdoneisbeyondme.”IlookedatMissBaker,wonderingwhatitwasshe“gotdone.”
Ienjoyedlookingather.
Shewasaslender,small-breasted
dívka
girl,withanerectcarriage,který
whichsheaccentuatedbythrowinghertělo
bodybackwardattheshouldersjako
likeayoungcadet.Hergreysun-strainedeyeslookedbackatme
s
withpolitereciprocalcuriosityoutofawan,charming,discontentedface.Itoccurredtome
nyní
nowthatIhadseenher,nebo
orapictureofher,somewherepředtím
before.“YouliveinWestEgg,”sheremarkedcontemptuously.
“Iknow
někoho
somebodythere.”“Idon’tknowasingle—”.
“YoumustknowGatsby.”
“Gatsby?”
demandedDaisy.
“WhatGatsby?”
Než
BeforeIcouldreplythathewasmyneighbourdinnerwasannounced;wedginghistensearmimperativelyundermine,TomBuchanancompelledmefromthe
místnosti
roomasthoughheweremovingacheckertoanothersquare.Slenderly,languidly,theirhandssetlightlyontheirhips,the
dvě
twoyoungwomenprecededusoutontoarosy-colouredporch,opentowardthesunset,kde
wherefourcandlesflickeredonthetableinthediminishedwind.“Whycandles?”
objectedDaisy,frowning.
Shesnappedthemoutwithherfingers.
“In
dva
twoweeksit’llbethelongestden
dayintheyear.”Shelookedatusallradiantly.
“Doyoualwayswatchfor
na
thelongestdayoftheroce
yearandthenmissit?I
vždycky
alwayswatchforthelongestden
dayintheyearandthenmissit.”“Weoughttoplansomething,”yawnedMissBaker,sittingdownatthetableasifsheweregettinginto
postele
bed.“Allright,”saidDaisy.
“What’llweplan?”
Sheturnedtomehelplessly:
“Whatdo
lidé
peopleplan?”BeforeIcould
odpovědět
answerhereyesfastenedwithanawedexpressiononherlittlefinger.“Look!”
shecomplained;
“Ihurtit.”
We
všichni
alllooked—theknucklewasblacka
andblue.“Youdidit,Tom,”shesaidaccusingly.
“I
vím
knowyoudidn’tmeanto,ale
butyoudiddoit.That’swhatIgetformarryingabruteofa
muže
man,agreat,big,hulkingphysicalspecimenofa—”.“Ihatethat
slovo
word‘hulking,’ ”objectedTomcrossly,“eveninkidding.”“Hulking,”insistedDaisy.
Někdy
SometimessheandMissBakertalkedatonce,unobtrusivelya
andwithabanteringinconsequencekterá
thatwasneverquitechatter,která
thatwasascoolastheirbílé
whitedressesandtheirimpersonaleyesintheabsenceofveškeré
alldesire.Theywerehere,
a
andtheyacceptedTomandmě
me,makingonlyapolitepleasantefforttoentertainnebo
ortobeentertained.Theyknew
že
thatpresentlydinnerwouldbeovera
andalittlelatertheeveningtoowouldbeovera
andcasuallyputaway.Itwassharply
odlišné
differentfromtheWest,whereaneveningwashurriedfromphasetophasetowardsitsclose,inacontinuallydisappointedanticipationnebo
orelseinsheernervousdreadoftheokamžiku
momentitself.“Youmakemefeeluncivilized,Daisy,”Iconfessedonmy
druhé
secondglassofcorkybutratherimpressiveclaret.“Can’tyou
mluvit
talkaboutcropsorsomething?”Imeant
nic
nothinginparticularbythisremark,ale
butitwastakenupinanunexpectedway.“Civilization’sgoingtopieces,”brokeoutTomviolently.
“I’vegottentobeaterriblepessimistaboutthings.
Haveyou
četl
readTheRiseoftheColouredEmpiresbythismuže
manGoddard?”“Why,no,”Ianswered,rathersurprisedbyhistone.
“Well,it’safine
kniha
book,andeverybodyoughttopřečíst
readit.Theideais
pokud
ifwedon’tlookoutthewhiteracebude
willbe—willbeutterlysubmerged.It’sallscientificstuff;
it’sbeenproved.”