I
Inmyyounger
a
andmorevulnerableyearsmyotec
fathergavemesomeadvicethatI’vebeenturningoverinmymindeversince.“Wheneveryou
pocit
feellikecriticizinganyone,”hetoldmi
me,“justrememberthatallna
thepeopleinthisworldhaven’thadna
theadvantagesthatyou’vehad.”Hedidn’tsayany
víc
more,butwe’vealwaysbeenneobvykle
unusuallycommunicativeinareservedway,a
andIunderstoodthathemeantagreatdealvíc
morethanthat.Inconsequence,I’minclinedtoreserve
všechny
alljudgements,ahabitthathasopenedupmanycuriousnaturestomea
andalsomademetheoběť
victimofnotafewveteranbores.The
abnormální
abnormalmindisquicktoodhalit
detectandattachitselftotéto
thisqualitywhenitappearsinanormalperson,a
andsoitcameaboutže
thatincollegeIwasunjustlyaccusedofbeingapolitik
politician,becauseIwasprivytothesecretgriefsofwild,unknownmen.Většina
Mostoftheconfidenceswereunsought—frequentlyIhavefeignedspánek
sleep,preoccupation,orahostilelevitykdyž
whenIrealizedbysomeunmistakablesignže
thatanintimaterevelationwasquiveringontheobzoru
horizon;fortheintimaterevelationsofyoungmen,
nebo
oratleastthetermsinwhichtheyexpressje
them,areusuallyplagiaristicandmarredbyobvioussuppressions.Reservingjudgementsisamatterof
nekonečné
infinitehope.Iamstillalittleafraidofmissing
něco
somethingifIforgetthat,asmyotec
fathersnobbishlysuggested,andIsnobbishlyopakuji
repeat,asenseofthezákladní
fundamentaldecenciesisparcelledoutunequallyatnarození
birth.And,afterboastingthiswayofmytolerance,Icometotheadmission
že
thatithasalimit.Chování
Conductmaybefoundedonthetvrdé
hardrockorthewetmarshes,ale
butafteracertainpointIdon’tcarewhatit’sfoundedon.Když
WhenIcamebackfromtheEastminulý
lastautumnIfeltthatIwantedthesvět
worldtobeinuniforma
andatasortofmoralattentionnavždy
forever;Iwantednomoreriotousexcursions
s
withprivilegedglimpsesintothehumansrdce
heart.OnlyGatsby,themanwhogiveshis
jméno
nametothisbook,wasexemptfrommyreaction—Gatsby,whorepresentedvšechno
everythingforwhichIhaveanunaffectedpohrdání
scorn.Ifpersonalityisanunbrokenseriesofsuccessfulgestures,thentherewas
něco
somethinggorgeousabouthim,someheightenedcitlivost
sensitivitytothepromisesoflife,aspokud
ifhewererelatedtojednoho
oneofthoseintricatemachineskteré
thatregisterearthquakestenthousandmilesdaleko
away.Thisresponsivenesshadnothingtodo
s
withthatflabbyimpressionabilitywhichisdignifiedpod
underthenameofthe“creativetemperament”—itwasanextraordinarydar
giftforhope,aromanticreadinesssuchasIhavenikdy
neverfoundinanyotherosoby
personandwhichitisnotpravděpodobně
likelyIshalleverfindagain.No—Gatsbyturnedoutallrightattheend;
itiswhatpreyedonGatsby,whatfoul
prach
dustfloatedinthewakeofhisdreamskterý
thattemporarilyclosedoutmyzájem
interestintheabortivesorrowsa
andshort-windedelationsofmen.My
rodina
familyhavebeenprominent,well-to-dolidé
peopleinthisMiddleWesternměstě
cityforthreegenerations.TheCarrawaysare
něco
somethingofaclan,andwehaveatraditionthatwe’redescendedfromtheDukesofBuccleuch,ale
buttheactualfounderofmylinewasmygrandfather’sbratr
brother,whocamehereinfifty-one,sentasubstitutetotheObčanské
CivilWar,andstartedthevelkoobchod
wholesalehardwarebusinessthatmyotec
fathercarriesontoday.I
nikdy
neversawthisgreat-uncle,butI’msupposedtovypadat
looklikehim—withspecialreferencetothepoměrně
ratherhard-boiledpaintingthathangsinfather’soffice.IgraduatedfromNewHavenin1915,
jen
justaquarterofastoletí
centuryaftermyfather,andalittlepozději
laterIparticipatedinthatdelayedTeutonicmigrace
migrationknownastheGreatWar.Ienjoyedthecounter-raidso
důkladně
thoroughlythatIcamebackneklidný
restless.Insteadofbeingthewarmcentreofthe
světa
world,theMiddleWestnowseemedjako
liketheraggededgeoftheuniverse—soIdecidedtojít
goEastandlearnthebondbusiness.Všichni
EverybodyIknewwasinthebondbusiness,soIsupposeditcouldsupportonemoresinglemuže
man.Allmyauntsandunclestalkeditoverasiftheywerechoosingaprepschoolfor
mě
me,andfinallysaid,“Why—ye-es,”s
withverygrave,hesitantfaces.Otec
Fatheragreedtofinancemeforarok
year,andaftervariousdelaysIcameVýchod
East,permanently,Ithought,inthejaře
springoftwenty-two.Thepracticalthingwasto
najít
findroomsinthecity,ale
butitwasawarmseason,a
andIhadjustleftazemi
countryofwidelawnsandfriendlytrees,sokdyž
whenayoungmanattheofficesuggestedthatwetakeadům
housetogetherinacommutingtown,itsoundedjako
likeagreatidea.Hefoundthe
dům
house,aweather-beatencardboardbungalowateightyaměsíc
month,butatthelastchvíli
minutethefirmorderedhimtoWashington,a
andIwentouttothecountrysám
alone.Ihadadog—at
alespoň
leastIhadhimforapár
fewdaysuntilheranaway—andanoldDodgea
andaFinnishwoman,whomademybeda
andcookedbreakfastandmutteredFinnishmoudrost
wisdomtoherselfovertheelectricstove.Itwas
osamělý
lonelyforadayorsodokud
untilonemorningsomeman,morenedávno
recentlyarrivedthanI,stoppedmeonthesilnici
road.“HowdoyougettoWestEggvillage?”
heaskedhelplessly.
Itold
mu
him.AndasIwalkedonIwas
osamělý
lonelynolonger.Iwasaguide,apathfinder,anoriginalsettler.
Hehadcasuallyconferredonmethefreedomofthe
sousedství
neighbourhood.Andsowiththesunshine
a
andthegreatburstsofleavesgrowingonthetrees,justasthingsrostou
growinfastmovies,Ihadže
thatfamiliarconvictionthatlifewaszačíná
beginningoveragainwiththesummer.Tam
Therewassomuchtočtení
read,foronething,andsomnoho
muchfinehealthtobepulleddolů
downoutoftheyoungbreath-givingvzduchu
air.Iboughtadozenvolumeson
bankovnictví
bankingandcreditandinvestmentsecurities,a
andtheystoodonmyshelfinčervené
redandgoldlikenewpeníze
moneyfromthemint,promisingtounfoldtheshiningsecretskterá
thatonlyMidasandMorgana
andMaecenasknew.AndIhadthehigh
záměr
intentionofreadingmanyotherbooksbesides.Iwasrather
literární
literaryincollege—oneyearIwrotejeden
aseriesofverysolemna
andobviouseditorialsfortheYaleNews—andteď
nowIwasgoingtopřinést
bringbackallsuchthingsintomylifea
andbecomeagainthatmostlimitedofvšechny
allspecialists,the“well-roundedman.”Thisisn’t
jen
justanepigram—lifeismuchmoresuccessfullylookedatfromajednoho
singlewindow,afterall.Itwasamatterofchance
že
thatIshouldhaverentedadům
houseinoneofthestrangestcommunitiesinSeverní
NorthAmerica.Itwasonthatslenderriotousislandwhichextendsitselfdue
východ
eastofNewYork—andwherethereare,amongjiné
othernaturalcuriosities,twounusualformationsofpůdy
land.Twentymilesfromthe
města
cityapairofenormouseggs,identicalincontoura
andseparatedonlybyacourtesybay,jutoutintona
themostdomesticatedbodyofslané
saltwaterintheWesternpolokouli
hemisphere,thegreatwetbarnyardofLongIslandSound.Theyarenotperfectovals—likethe
vejce
eggintheColumbusstory,theyareoba
bothcrushedflatatthecontactend—buttheirphysicalpodobnost
resemblancemustbeasourceofperpetualwondertothegullskteré
thatflyoverhead.Tothewinglessamoreinteresting
jevem
phenomenonistheirdissimilarityineveryparticularkromě
exceptshapeandsize.IlivedatWestEgg,the—well,the
méně
lessfashionableofthetwo,i když
thoughthisisamostsuperficialtagtovyjádřit
expressthebizarreandnotalittlezlověstný
sinistercontrastbetweenthem.My
dům
housewasattheverytipoftheegg,jen
onlyfiftyyardsfromtheSound,a
andsqueezedbetweentwohugeplaceskteré
thatrentedfortwelveorfifteentisíc
thousandaseason.Theoneonmy
pravé
rightwasacolossalaffairbyanystandard—itwasafactualimitace
imitationofsomeHôteldeVilleinNormandy,s
withatowerononestraně
side,spankingnewunderathinbeardofrawivy,a
andamarbleswimmingpool,a
andmorethanfortyacresoflawna
andgarden.ItwasGatsby’s
sídlo
mansion.Or,rather,asIdidn’tknowMr.Gatsby,itwasamansioninhabitedbyagentlemanofthatname.
My
vlastní
ownhousewasaneyesore,ale
butitwasasmalleyesore,a
andithadbeenoverlooked,soIhadaviewofna
thewater,apartialviewofmyneighbour’strávník
lawn,andtheconsolingproximityofmillionaires—allforeightydollarsamonth.Acrossthecourtesy
zálivu
baythewhitepalacesoffashionableEastEggglitteredpodél
alongthewater,andthehistorie
historyofthesummerreallybeginsonthevečer
eveningIdroveovertheretohavevečeři
dinnerwiththeTomBuchanans.Daisy
Daisywasmysecondcousinkdysi
onceremoved,andI’dknownTominškole
college.Andjustafterthe
válce
warIspenttwodayss
withtheminChicago.Her
manžel
husband,amongvariousphysicalaccomplishments,hadbeenoneofthemostpowerfulendsthateverplayedfotbal
footballatNewHaven—anationalpostava
figureinaway,oneoftěch
thosemenwhoreachsuchanakutní
acutelimitedexcellenceattwenty-onethatvšechno
everythingafterwardsavoursofanticlimax.His
rodina
familywereenormouslywealthy—eveninškole
collegehisfreedomwithmoneywasamatterforreproach—butteď
nowhe’dleftChicagoandpřišel
comeEastinafashionkterý
thatrathertookyourbreathaway:forinstance,he’dbroughtdowna
řetězec
stringofpoloponiesfromLakeForest.Itwas
těžké
hardtorealizethatamuž
maninmyowngenerationwasbohatý
wealthyenoughtodothat.Proč
WhytheycameEastIdon’tknow.Theyhadspenta
rok
yearinFrancefornoparticularreason,a
andthendriftedhereandtam
thereunrestfullywhereverpeopleplayedpoloa
andwererichtogether.Thiswasapermanentmove,said
Daisy
Daisyoverthetelephone,butIdidn’tbelieveit—Ihadnopohled
sightintoDaisy’sheart,butIfeltže
thatTomwoulddriftonnavždy
foreverseeking,alittlewistfully,forthedramatické
dramaticturbulenceofsomeirrecoverablefootballgame.A
AndsoithappenedthatonawarmwindyeveningIdroveovertoEastEggtoseedva
twooldfriendswhomIsotva
scarcelyknewatall.Their
dům
housewasevenmoreelaboratenež
thanIexpected,acheerfulred-and-whiteGeorgianKoloniální
Colonialmansion,overlookingthebay.The
trávník
lawnstartedatthebeacha
andrantowardsthefrontdoorforaquarterofamíle
mile,jumpingoversundialsandbrickwalksa
andburninggardens—finallywhenitreachedthedomu
housedriftingupthesideinbrightvinesasthoughfromthemomentumofitsrun.The
přední
frontwasbrokenbyalineofFrenchwindows,zářící
glowingnowwithreflectedgolda
andwideopentothewarmwindyafternoon,a
andTomBuchananinridingoblečení
clotheswasstandingwithhislegsapartonthepřední
frontporch.Hehadchanged
od
sincehisNewHavenyears.Nyní
Nowhewasasturdystraw-hairedmuž
manofthirty,withapoměrně
ratherhardmouthandasuperciliousmanner.Dvě
Twoshiningarroganteyeshadestablisheddominanceoverhistvář
faceandgavehimtheappearanceofvždy
alwaysleaningaggressivelyforward.Noteventheeffeminateswankofhisriding
oblečení
clothescouldhidetheenormoussílu
powerofthatbody—heseemedtofillty
thoseglisteningbootsuntilhestrainedthehorní
toplacing,andyoucouldvidět
seeagreatpackofmuscleshiftingkdyž
whenhisshouldermovedunderhisthincoat.Itwasa
tělo
bodycapableofenormousleverage—akruté
cruelbody.Hisspeakingvoice,agruff
husky
huskytenor,addedtothedojmu
impressionoffractiousnessheconveyed.Therewasa
dotek
touchofpaternalcontemptinit,eventowardpeopleheliked—andthereweremenatNewHavenkteří
whohadhatedhisguts.“Now,don’tthinkmyopinionon
tyto
thesemattersisfinal,”heseemedtosay,“justbecauseI’msilnější
strongerandmoreofamannež
thanyouare.”Wewereinthe
stejné
sameseniorsociety,andwhilewewerenikdy
neverintimateIalwayshadthedojem
impressionthatheapprovedofmea
andwantedmetolikehims
withsomeharsh,defiantwistfulnessofhisvlastní
own.Wetalkedfora
několik
fewminutesonthesunnyverandě
porch.“I’vegotaniceplacehere,”hesaid,hiseyesflashingaboutrestlessly.
Turningme
kolem
aroundbyonearm,hemovedabroadflathandpodél
alongthefrontvista,includinginitssweepapotopené
sunkenItaliangarden,ahalfacreofdeep,pungentroses,a
andasnub-nosedmotorboatthatbumpedna
thetideoffshore.“ItbelongedtoDemaine,theoilman.”
Heturnedmearound
znovu
again,politelyandabruptly.“We’llgoinside.”
Wewalkedthroughahighhallwayintoabrightrosy-colouredspace,fragilelyboundintothe
domu
housebyFrenchwindowsateitherend.Thewindowswereajar
a
andgleamingwhiteagainstthečerstvé
freshgrassoutsidethatseemedtogrowalittlewayintothedomu
house.Abreezeblewthroughtheroom,blewcurtainsinatone
konci
endandouttheotherlikepaleflags,twistingthemupk
towardthefrostedwedding-cakeoftheceiling,a
andthenrippledoverthewine-colouredkoberec
rug,makingashadowonitaswinddoesonthemoři
sea.Theonlycompletelystationaryobjectinthe
místnosti
roomwasanenormouscouchonwhichdvě
twoyoungwomenwerebuoyedupasthoughuponananchoredballoon.Theywere
oba
bothinwhite,andtheirdresseswereripplinga
andflutteringasiftheyhadprávě
justbeenblownbackinpo
afterashortflightaroundthedomu
house.Imusthavestoodfora
několik
fewmomentslisteningtothebič
whipandsnapofthecurtainsa
andthegroanofapictureonthestěně
wall.ThentherewasaboomasTomBuchanan
zavřel
shuttherearwindowsandthecaughtvítr
winddiedoutaboutthemístnosti
room,andthecurtainsandtherugsa
andthetwoyoungwomenballoonedpomalu
slowlytothefloor.The
mladší
youngerofthetwowasacizinec
strangertome.Shewasextended
plnou
fulllengthatherendofthedivan,completelymotionless,a
andwithherchinraisedalittle,asifshewerebalancingněco
somethingonitwhichwasquitelikelytofall.Pokud
Ifshesawmeoutofna
thecornerofhereyesshegavežádný
nohintofit—indeed,Iwastéměř
almostsurprisedintomurmuringanomluvu
apologyforhavingdisturbedherbycomingin.Theother
dívka
girl,Daisy,madeanattempttorise—sheleanedlehce
slightlyforwardwithaconscientiousexpression—thenshelaughed,anabsurdní
absurd,charminglittlelaugh,andIlaughedtooa
andcameforwardintothemístnosti
room.“I’mp-paralysedwithhappiness.”
Shelaughed
znovu
again,asifshesaidněco
somethingverywitty,andheldmyruku
handforamoment,lookingupintomyface,promisingže
thattherewasnooneinthesvětě
worldshesomuchwantedtosee.Thatwasa
způsob
wayshehad.Shehintedina
šumění
murmurthatthesurnameofthebalancingdívka
girlwasBaker.(I’vehearditsaid
že
thatDaisy’smurmurwasonlytomakelidé
peopleleantowardher;an
irelevantní
irrelevantcriticismthatmadeitnoméně
lesscharming.)Atanyrate,MissBaker’slipsfluttered,shenoddedatme
téměř
almostimperceptibly,andthenquicklytippedherheadzpět
backagain—theobjectshewasbalancinghadzjevně
obviouslytotteredalittleandgivenherněco
somethingofafright.Againasortofapologyarosetomylips.
Téměř
Almostanyexhibitionofcompleteself-sufficiencydrawsastunnedpoctu
tributefromme.Ilooked
zpět
backatmycousin,whobegantoaskmequestionsinherlow,thrillingvoice.Itwasthe
druh
kindofvoicethattheucho
earfollowsupanddown,asifkaždá
eachspeechisanarrangementofnotesthatwillnikdy
neverbeplayedagain.Her
tvář
facewassadandlovelys
withbrightthingsinit,brighteyesa
andabrightpassionatemouth,ale
buttherewasanexcitementinhervoicekteré
thatmenwhohadcaredforherfounddifficulttoforget:asingingcompulsion,awhispered“Listen,”a
slib
promisethatshehaddonegay
gay,excitingthingsjustawhilesincea
andthatthereweregay,vzrušující
excitingthingshoveringinthenásledující
nexthour.Itoldher
jak
howIhadstoppedoffinChicagoforaden
dayonmywayEast,a
andhowadozenpeoplehadsenttheirloveskrze
throughme.“Dotheymissme?”
shecriedecstatically.
“The
celé
wholetownisdesolate.All
na
thecarshavetheleftzadní
rearwheelpaintedblackasamourningvěnec
wreath,andthere’sapersistentwailallnoc
nightalongthenorthshore.”“Howgorgeous!
Let’sgoback,Tom.
Tomorrow!”
Thensheaddedirrelevantly:
“Yououghtto
vidět
seethebaby.”“I’dliketo.”
“She’s
spí
asleep.She’sthreeyearsold.
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,”Ianswered
krátce
shortly.“Youwillifyoustayin
na
theEast.”“Oh,I’llstayintheEast,don’tyouworry,”hesaid,glancingat
Daisy
Daisyandthenbackatmě
me,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,”
Daisy
Daisyretorted,“I’vebeentryingtodostat
getyoutoNewYorkallafternoon.”“No,thanks,”saidMissBakertothefourcocktails
právě
justinfromthepantry.“I’m
naprosto
absolutelyintraining.”Herhostlookedatherincredulously.
“Youare!”
Hetookdownhis
nápoj
drinkasifitwereakapka
dropinthebottomofaglass.“Howyoueverget
něco
anythingdoneisbeyondme.”IlookedatMissBaker,wonderingwhatitwasshe“gotdone.”
Ienjoyedlookingather.
Shewasaslender,small-breasted
dívka
girl,withanerectcarriage,který
whichsheaccentuatedbythrowinghertělo
bodybackwardattheshouldersjako
likeayoungcadet.Her
šedé
greysun-strainedeyeslookedbackatmes
withpolitereciprocalcuriosityoutofawan,okouzlující
charming,discontentedface.Itoccurredtome
nyní
nowthatIhadseenher,nebo
orapictureofher,somewherepředtím
before.“YouliveinWestEgg,”sheremarkedcontemptuously.
“Iknow
někoho
somebodythere.”“Idon’tknowasingle—”.
“YoumustknowGatsby.”
“Gatsby?”
demanded
Daisy
Daisy.“WhatGatsby?”
BeforeIcould
odpovědět
replythathewasmysoused
neighbourdinnerwasannounced;wedginghistensearmimperativelyundermine,TomBuchanancompelledmefromthe
místnosti
roomasthoughheweremovingacheckertoanothersquare.Slenderly,languidly,theirhandssetlightlyontheirhips,the
dvě
twoyoungwomenprecededusoutontoarosy-colouredporch,opentowardthesunset,kde
wherefourcandlesflickeredonthetableinthediminishedvětru
wind.“Whycandles?”
objectedDaisy,frowning.
Shesnappedthemoutwithherfingers.
“In
dva
twoweeksit’llbethenejdelší
longestdayintheyear.”Shelookedatusallradiantly.
“Doyoualwayswatchfor
na
thelongestdayoftheroce
yearandthenmissit?I
vždycky
alwayswatchforthelongestden
dayintheyearandthenmissit.”“Weoughttoplansomething,”yawnedMissBaker,sittingdownatthe
stolu
tableasifsheweregettingintopostele
bed.“Allright,”saidDaisy.
“What’llweplan?”
Sheturnedtomehelplessly:
“Whatdo
lidé
peopleplan?”BeforeIcould
odpovědět
answerhereyesfastenedwithanawedexpressiononherlittleprstu
finger.“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,”insisted
Daisy
Daisy.SometimessheandMissBakertalkedatonce,unobtrusively
a
andwithabanteringinconsequencekterá
thatwasneverquitechatter,která
thatwasascoolastheirbílé
whitedressesandtheirimpersonaleyesinthenepřítomnosti
absenceofalldesire.Theywere
tady
here,andtheyacceptedToma
andme,makingonlyazdvořilý
politepleasantefforttoentertainnebo
ortobeentertained.Theyknew
že
thatpresentlydinnerwouldbeovera
andalittlelaterthevečer
eveningtoowouldbeovera
andcasuallyputaway.Itwas
ostře
sharplydifferentfromtheWest,kde
whereaneveningwashurriedfromphasetophasetowardsitsclose,inaneustále
continuallydisappointedanticipationorelseinsheernervousdreadoftheokamžiku
momentitself.“Youmakemefeeluncivilized,Daisy,”Iconfessedonmy
druhé
secondglassofcorkybutratherimpressiveclaret.“Can’tyou
mluvit
talkaboutcropsorsomething?”Imeant
nic
nothinginparticularbythisremark,ale
butitwastakenupinanunexpectedway.“Civilization’sgoingtopieces,”brokeoutTom
násilně
violently.“I’vegottentobeaterriblepessimistaboutthings.
Haveyou
četl
readTheRiseoftheColouredEmpiresbythismuže
manGoddard?”“Why,no,”Ianswered,
spíše
rathersurprisedbyhistone.“Well,it’safine
kniha
book,andeverybodyoughttopřečíst
readit.Theideais
pokud
ifwedon’tlookoutthewhiterasa
racewillbe—willbeutterlysubmerged.It’sallscientificstuff;
it’sbeenproved.”