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The Great Gatsby | Gradually Hardening Danish A1

The Great Gatsby | Gradually Hardening Danish A1

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I
Inmyyounger
og
andmorevulnerableyearsmy
far
fathergavemesomeadvicethatI’vebeenturningoverinmy
sind
mindeversince.
“Wheneveryoufeellikecriticizinganyone,”he
sagde
toldme,“justrememberthatall
de
thepeopleinthisworldhaven’thad
de
theadvantagesthatyou’vehad.”
Hedidn’t
sagde
sayanymore,butwe’ve
altid
alwaysbeenunusuallycommunicativein
en
areservedway,andI
forstod
understoodthathemeantagreatdeal
mere
morethanthat.
Inconsequence,I’minclinedtoreserve
alle
alljudgements,ahabitthathasopenedup
mange
manycuriousnaturestome
og
andalsomademethevictimofnot
en
afewveteranbores.
Theabnormal
sind
mindisquicktodetect
og
andattachitselftothisquality
når
whenitappearsinanormal
person
person,andsoitcameaboutthatincollegeIwasunjustlyaccusedofbeing
en
apolitician,becauseIwasprivytothesecretgriefsofwild,unknownmen.
De fleste
Mostoftheconfidenceswereunsought—frequentlyI
har
havefeignedsleep,preoccupation,orahostilelevity
da
whenIrealizedbysomeunmistakable
tegn
signthatanintimaterevelationwasquiveringon
de
thehorizon;
fortheintimaterevelationsof
unge
youngmen,oratleastthetermsinwhichtheyexpress
dem
them,areusuallyplagiaristicandmarredbyobvioussuppressions.
Reservingjudgementsis
et
amatterofinfinitehope.
Iam
stadig
stillalittleafraidof
glip
missingsomethingifIforget
at
that,asmyfathersnobbishlysuggested,
og
andIsnobbishlyrepeat,asenseof
de
thefundamentaldecenciesisparcelled
ud
outunequallyatbirth.
And,
efter
afterboastingthiswayofmytolerance,I
kommer
cometotheadmissionthatithas
en
alimit.
Conductmaybefoundedonthe
hårde
hardrockorthewetmarshes,
men
butafteracertainpointIdon’tcarewhatit’sfounded
på
on.
WhenIcamebackfromtheEast
sidste
lastautumnIfeltthatI
ville
wantedtheworldtobeinuniform
og
andatasortofmoralattentionforever;
I
ville
wantednomoreriotousexcursions
med
withprivilegedglimpsesintothe
menneskelige
humanheart.
OnlyGatsby,the
manden
manwhogiveshisnameto
denne
thisbook,wasexemptfrommyreaction—Gatsby,whorepresented
alt
everythingforwhichIhave
en
anunaffectedscorn.
Ifpersonalityisanunbrokenseriesofsuccessfulgestures,thentherewas
noget
somethinggorgeousabouthim,someheightenedsensitivitytothepromisesoflife,as
hvis
ifhewererelatedtooneofthoseintricatemachinesthatregisterearthquakes
ti
tenthousandmilesaway.
Thisresponsivenesshad
intet
nothingtodowiththatflabbyimpressionabilitywhichisdignified
under
underthenameofthe“creativetemperament”—itwasanextraordinarygiftfor
håb
hope,aromanticreadinesssuchasI
har
haveneverfoundinany
anden
otherpersonandwhichitisnotlikelyIshallever
finde
findagain.
No—Gatsbyturnedoutallrightattheend;
itiswhatpreyedonGatsby,whatfouldustfloatedinthe
kølvandet
wakeofhisdreamsthattemporarily
lukkede
closedoutmyinterestintheabortivesorrows
og
andshort-windedelationsofmen.
My
familie
familyhavebeenprominent,well-to-do
mennesker
peopleinthisMiddleWestern
by
cityforthreegenerations.
TheCarrawaysare
noget
somethingofaclan,andwe
har
haveatraditionthatwe’redescendedfrom
den
theDukesofBuccleuch,but
den
theactualfounderofmy
linje
linewasmygrandfather’sbrother,who
kom
camehereinfifty-one,sent
en
asubstitutetotheCivilWar,
og
andstartedthewholesalehardware
forretning
businessthatmyfathercarriesontoday.
I
aldrig
neversawthisgreat-uncle,butI’msupposedto
se
looklikehim—withspecialreferenceto
det
theratherhard-boiledpaintingthat
hænger
hangsinfather’soffice.
IgraduatedfromNewHavenin1915,
kun
justaquarterofacentury
efter
aftermyfather,anda
lidt
littlelaterIparticipatedinthatdelayedTeutonicmigration
kendt
knownastheGreatWar.
Ienjoyedthecounter-raidsothoroughly
at
thatIcamebackrestless.
Insteadofbeingthewarmcentreofthe
verden
world,theMiddleWestnowseemed
som
liketheraggededgeoftheuniverse—soIdecidedtogoEast
og
andlearnthebondbusiness.
Alle
EverybodyIknewwasinthebondbusiness,soIsupposedit
kunne
couldsupportonemoresingle
mand
man.
Allmyauntsanduncles
talte
talkeditoverasiftheywerechoosing
en
aprepschoolforme,
og
andfinallysaid,“Why—ye-es,”with
meget
verygrave,hesitantfaces.
Fatheragreedtofinancemefor
et
ayear,andaftervariousdelaysI
kom
cameEast,permanently,Ithought,inthespringoftwenty-two.
Thepracticalthingwasto
finde
findroomsinthecity,
men
butitwasawarmseason,
og
andIhadjustlefta
land
countryofwidelawnsandfriendlytrees,so
da
whenayoungmanattheofficesuggestedthatwe
tog
takeahousetogetherinacommutingtown,it
lød
soundedlikeagreatidea.
He
fandt
foundthehouse,aweather-beatencardboardbungalowateighty
en
amonth,butatthe
sidste
lastminutethefirmorderedhimtoWashington,
og
andIwentouttothecountry
alene
alone.
Ihadadog—atleastI
havde
hadhimforafewdays
indtil
untilheranaway—andan
gammel
oldDodgeandaFinnish
kvinde
woman,whomademybed
og
andcookedbreakfastandmutteredFinnishwisdomtoherself
over
overtheelectricstove.
Itwaslonelyfora
dag
dayorsountilone
morgen
morningsomeman,morerecentlyarrived
end
thanI,stoppedmeontheroad.
“Howdoyou
kommer
gettoWestEggvillage?”
he
spurgte
askedhelplessly.
Itoldhim.
Og
AndasIwalkedonIwaslonely
ikke
nolonger.
Iwasaguide,apathfinder,anoriginalsettler.
He
havde
hadcasuallyconferredonmethefreedomoftheneighbourhood.
Og
Andsowiththesunshine
og
andthegreatburstsofleavesgrowingonthetrees,justasthingsgrowinfastmovies,I
havde
hadthatfamiliarconvictionthatlifewasbeginningoveragain
med
withthesummer.
Therewasso
meget
muchtoread,foronething,
og
andsomuchfinehealthtobepulled
ned
downoutoftheyoungbreath-giving
luft
air.
Iboughtadozenvolumesonbanking
og
andcreditandinvestmentsecurities,
og
andtheystoodonmyshelfin
rødt
redandgoldlikenew
penge
moneyfromthemint,promisingtounfoldtheshiningsecretsthat
kun
onlyMidasandMorganandMaecenas
kendte
knew.
AndIhadthe
høje
highintentionofreadingmany
andre
otherbooksbesides.
Iwasratherliteraryincollege—one
år
yearIwroteaseriesof
meget
verysolemnandobviouseditorialsfor
den
theYaleNews—andnowIwasgoingto
bringe
bringbackallsuchthingsintomy
liv
lifeandbecomeagainthat
mest
mostlimitedofallspecialists,
den
the“well-roundedman.”
Thisisn’t
bare
justanepigram—lifeismuch
mere
moresuccessfullylookedatfromasinglewindow,after
alt
all.
Itwasamatterofchance
at
thatIshouldhaverenteda
hus
houseinoneofthestrangestcommunitiesinNorthAmerica.
ItwasonthatslenderriotousislandwhichextendsitselfdueeastofNewYork—andwherethereare,among
andre
othernaturalcuriosities,twounusualformationsofland.
Twentymilesfrom
den
thecityapairofenormouseggs,identicalincontour
og
andseparatedonlybyacourtesybay,jut
ud
outintothemostdomesticated
krop
bodyofsaltwaterin
den
theWesternhemisphere,thegreatwetbarnyardofLongIslandSound.
Theyarenotperfectovals—liketheeggintheColumbus
historie
story,theyarebothcrushedflatatthecontactend—buttheirphysicalresemblance
må
mustbeasourceofperpetualwondertothegulls
der
thatflyoverhead.
Tothewingless
et
amoreinterestingphenomenonistheirdissimilarityin
alle
everyparticularexceptshapeandsize.
IlivedatWestEgg,the—well,thelessfashionableofthe
to
two,thoughthisisa
mest
mostsuperficialtagtoexpressthebizarre
og
andnotalittlesinistercontrast
mellem
betweenthem.
Myhousewasattheverytipoftheegg,
kun
onlyfiftyyardsfromtheSound,
og
andsqueezedbetweentwohugeplaces
der
thatrentedfortwelveorfifteenthousand
en
aseason.
Theoneonmy
højre
rightwasacolossalaffairby
enhver
anystandard—itwasafactualimitationof
nogle
someHôteldeVilleinNormandy,
med
withatoweronone
side
side,spankingnewunderathinbeardofrawivy,
og
andamarbleswimmingpool,
og
andmorethanfortyacresoflawn
og
andgarden.
ItwasGatsby’smansion.
Eller
Or,rather,asIdidn’t
kendte
knowMr.Gatsby,itwasamansioninhabitedbyagentlemanofthat
navn
name.
Myownhousewasaneyesore,
men
butitwasasmalleyesore,
og
andithadbeenoverlooked,soI
havde
hadaviewofthe
vandet
water,apartialviewofmyneighbour’slawn,
og
andtheconsolingproximityofmillionaires—allforeightydollarsamonth.
AcrossthecourtesybaythewhitepalacesoffashionableEastEggglittered
langs
alongthewater,andthehistoryofthesummerreallybeginsontheeveningI
kørte
droveovertheretohave
middag
dinnerwiththeTomBuchanans.
Daisywasmy
anden
secondcousinonceremoved,andI’dknownTomincollege.
Og
AndjustafterthewarIspent
to
twodayswiththeminChicago.
Her
mand
husband,amongvariousphysicalaccomplishments,
havde
hadbeenoneofthe
mest
mostpowerfulendsthatever
spillede
playedfootballatNewHaven—anationalfigureina
måde
way,oneofthosemenwhoreach
sådan
suchanacutelimitedexcellenceattwenty-onethat
alt
everythingafterwardsavoursofanticlimax.
His
familie
familywereenormouslywealthy—evenincollegehisfreedom
med
withmoneywasamatterforreproach—but
nu
nowhe’dleftChicagoand
kommet
comeEastinafashion
der
thatrathertookyourbreath
væk
away:
forinstance,he’dbroughtdown
en
astringofpoloponiesfromLakeForest.
Itwas
svært
hardtorealizethata
mand
maninmyowngenerationwaswealthy
nok
enoughtodothat.
Whythey
kom
cameEastIdon’tknow.
They
havde
hadspentayearinFrancefornoparticular
grund
reason,andthendriftedhere
og
andthereunrestfullywhereverpeople
spillede
playedpoloandwererich
sammen
together.
Thiswasapermanentmove,
sagde
saidDaisyoverthetelephone,
men
butIdidn’tbelieveit—Ihad
ikke
nosightintoDaisy’sheart,
men
butIfeltthatTom
ville
woulddriftonforeverseeking,a
lidt
littlewistfully,forthedramaticturbulenceofsomeirrecoverablefootballgame.
Og
Andsoithappenedthaton
en
awarmwindyeveningI
kørte
droveovertoEastEggto
se
seetwooldfriendswhomIscarcely
kendte
knewatall.
Theirhousewas
endnu
evenmoreelaboratethanIexpected,
et
acheerfulred-and-whiteGeorgianColonialmansion,overlookingthebay.
Thelawn
startede
startedatthebeachand
løb
rantowardsthefrontdoorfor
en
aquarterofamile,jumping
over
oversundialsandbrickwalks
og
andburninggardens—finallywhenitreachedthe
huset
housedriftingupthesideinbrightvinesasthoughfromthemomentumofits
løb
run.
Thefrontwasbrokenby
en
alineofFrenchwindows,glowing
nu
nowwithreflectedgoldandwide
åbent
opentothewarmwindyafternoon,
og
andTomBuchananinridingclotheswas
stod
standingwithhislegsaparton
den
thefrontporch.
Hehadchanged
siden
sincehisNewHavenyears.
Nu
Nowhewasasturdystraw-haired
mand
manofthirty,witharather
hård
hardmouthandasuperciliousmanner.
To
Twoshiningarroganteyeshadestablisheddominance
over
overhisfaceandgavehimtheappearanceof
altid
alwaysleaningaggressivelyforward.
Not
engang
eventheeffeminateswankofhisridingclothes
kunne
couldhidetheenormouspowerofthatbody—heseemedtofill
disse
thoseglisteningbootsuntilhestrained
den
thetoplacing,andyou
kunne
couldseeagreatpackofmuscleshifting
når
whenhisshouldermovedunderhisthincoat.
Itwas
en
abodycapableofenormousleverage—acruel
krop
body.
Hisspeakingvoice,agruffhuskytenor,addedtotheimpressionoffractiousnessheconveyed.
Therewas
en
atouchofpaternalcontemptin
det
it,eventowardpeopleheliked—andthereweremenatNewHavenwho
havde
hadhatedhisguts.
“Now,don’tthinkmyopinionon
disse
thesemattersisfinal,”heseemedto
sige
say,“justbecauseI’mstronger
og
andmoreofaman
end
thanyouare.”
Wewereinthe
samme
sameseniorsociety,andwhilewewere
aldrig
neverintimateIalwayshadtheimpressionthatheapprovedofme
og
andwantedmetolikehim
med
withsomeharsh,defiantwistfulnessofhis
egen
own.
Wetalkedfora
par
fewminutesonthesunnyporch.
“I’vegot
et
aniceplacehere,”he
sagde
said,hiseyesflashingaboutrestlessly.
Turningmearoundbyonearm,he
bevægede
movedabroadflathand
langs
alongthefrontvista,includinginitssweepasunkenItaliangarden,a
halv
halfacreofdeep,pungentroses,
og
andasnub-nosedmotorboatthatbumped
den
thetideoffshore.
“ItbelongedtoDemaine,theoilman.”
Heturnedmearound
igen
again,politelyandabruptly.
“We’ll
går
goinside.”
Wewalkedthrougha
høj
highhallwayintoabrightrosy-colouredspace,fragilelyboundintothe
huset
housebyFrenchwindowsateitherend.
Det
Thewindowswereajarandgleamingwhite
mod
againstthefreshgrassoutsidethatseemedtogrow
en
alittlewayintothe
huset
house.
Abreezeblewthroughtheroom,blewcurtainsinatone
ende
endandouttheotherlikepaleflags,twistingthem
op
uptowardthefrostedwedding-cakeoftheceiling,
og
andthenrippledoverthewine-colouredrug,
gør
makingashadowonitaswind
gør
doesonthesea.
The
eneste
onlycompletelystationaryobjectin
den
theroomwasanenormouscouchonwhich
to
twoyoungwomenwerebuoyed
op
upasthoughuponananchoredballoon.
Theywere
begge
bothinwhite,andtheirdresseswererippling
og
andflutteringasiftheyhad
lige
justbeenblownbackin
efter
afterashortflightaroundthe
huset
house.
Imusthavestoodfor
et
afewmomentslisteningtothewhip
og
andsnapofthecurtains
og
andthegroanofapictureonthewall.
Then
der
therewasaboomasTomBuchanan
lukkede
shuttherearwindowsandthe
fangede
caughtwinddiedoutabouttheroom,
og
andthecurtainsandtherugs
og
andthetwoyoungwomenballoonedslowlytothefloor.
Theyoungerofthe
to
twowasastrangerto
mig
me.
Shewasextendedfulllengthather
ende
endofthedivan,completelymotionless,
og
andwithherchinraiseda
lidt
little,asifshewerebalancing
noget
somethingonitwhichwasquitelikelyto
falde
fall.
Ifshesawme
ud
outofthecornerofhereyesshe
gav
gavenohintofit—indeed,Iwas
næsten
almostsurprisedintomurmuringanapologyfor
have
havingdisturbedherbycomingin.
Den
Theothergirl,Daisy,madeanattempttorise—sheleanedslightlyforward
med
withaconscientiousexpression—thenshelaughed,anabsurd,charminglittlelaugh,
og
andIlaughedtooand
kom
cameforwardintotheroom.
“I’mp-paralysedwithhappiness.”
Shelaughed
igen
again,asifshesaid
noget
somethingverywitty,andheldmy
hånd
handforamoment,looking
op
upintomyface,promisingthattherewas
ingen
nooneintheworldshesomuch
ønskede
wantedtosee.
Thatwas
en
awayshehad.
Shehintedin
en
amurmurthatthesurnameofthebalancinggirlwasBaker.
(I’veheardit
sig
saidthatDaisy’smurmurwas
kun
onlytomakepeopleleantoward
hende
her;
anirrelevantcriticismthat
gjorde
madeitnolesscharming.)
Atanyrate,MissBaker’slipsfluttered,shenoddedatme
næsten
almostimperceptibly,andthenquicklytippedherhead
tilbage
backagain—theobjectshewasbalancing
havde
hadobviouslytotteredalittle
og
andgivenhersomethingof
en
afright.
Againasortofapologyarosetomylips.
Næsten
Almostanyexhibitionofcompleteself-sufficiencydraws
en
astunnedtributefromme.
I
kiggede
lookedbackatmycousin,
som
whobegantoaskmequestionsinherlow,thrillingvoice.
Itwasthe
slags
kindofvoicethattheear
følger
followsupanddown,asif
hver
eachspeechisanarrangementofnotes
der
thatwillneverbeplayed
igen
again.
Herfacewassad
og
andlovelywithbrightthingsin
det
it,brighteyesandabrightpassionatemouth,
men
buttherewasanexcitementinhervoicethatmenwho
havde
hadcaredforherfounddifficultto
glemme
forget:
asingingcompulsion,awhispered“Listen,”a
løfte
promisethatshehaddonegay,excitingthings
lige
justawhilesinceandthatthereweregay,excitingthingshoveringin
den
thenexthour.
Itoldher
hvordan
howIhadstoppedoffinChicagofora
dag
dayonmywayEast,
og
andhowadozenpeople
havde
hadsenttheirlovethroughme.
“Dothey
savner
missme?”
shecriedecstatically.
“The
hele
wholetownisdesolate.
Allthecars
har
havetheleftrearwheelpainted
sort
blackasamourningwreath,
og
andthere’sapersistentwail
alle
allnightalongthenorthshore.”
“Howgorgeous!
Let’s
gå
goback,Tom.
Tomorrow!”
Thensheaddedirrelevantly:
“Yououghtto
se
seethebaby.”
“I’dliketo.”
“She’sasleep.
She’s
tre
threeyearsold.
Haven’tyouever
set
seenher?”
“Never.”
“Well,yououghtto
se
seeher.
She’s—”.
TomBuchanan,
der
whohadbeenhoveringrestlesslyabouttheroom,
stoppede
stoppedandrestedhishandonmyshoulder.
“Whatyou
laver
doing,Nick?”
“I’mabondman.”
“Whowith?”
I
fortalt
toldhim.
“Neverheardofthem,”heremarkeddecisively.
Thisannoyed
mig
me.
“Youwill,”Iansweredshortly.
“You
vil
willifyoustayin
det
theEast.”
“Oh,I’llstayintheEast,don’tyouworry,”he
sagde
said,glancingatDaisyandthen
tilbage
backatme,asifhewerealertfor
noget
somethingmore.
“I’dbeaGoddamnedfooltoliveanywhereelse.”
At
dette
thispointMissBakersaid:
“Absolutely!”
withsuchsuddennessthatIstarted—itwas
det
thefirstwordshehaduttered
siden
sinceIcameintotheroom.
Evidentlyitsurprisedheras
meget
muchasitdidme,forsheyawned
og
andwithaseriesofrapid,deftmovementsstood
op
upintotheroom.
“I’mstiff,”shecomplained,“I’vebeenlyingonthatsofaforas
længe
longasIcanremember.”
“Don’tlookatme,”Daisyretorted,“I’vebeentryingto
få
getyoutoNewYorkallafternoon.”
“No,thanks,”
sagde
saidMissBakertothe
fire
fourcocktailsjustinfrom
de
thepantry.
“I’mabsolutelyintraining.”
Herhost
kiggede
lookedatherincredulously.
“Youare!”
He
tog
tookdownhisdrinkasifitwereadropinthebottomofaglass.
“Howyouever
får
getanythingdoneisbeyondme.”
I
kiggede
lookedatMissBaker,wonderingwhatitwasshe“gotdone.”
Ienjoyed
se
lookingather.
Shewasaslender,small-breasted
pige
girl,withanerectcarriage,whichsheaccentuatedbythrowingher
krop
bodybackwardattheshoulderslikea
ung
youngcadet.
Hergreysun-strainedeyes
kiggede
lookedbackatmewithpolitereciprocalcuriosity
ud
outofawan,charming,discontented
ansigt
face.
Itoccurredtome
nu
nowthatIhadseen
hende
her,orapictureof
hende
her,somewherebefore.
“YouliveinWestEgg,”sheremarkedcontemptuously.
“I
kender
knowsomebodythere.”
“Idon’t
kender
knowasingle—”.
“Youmust
kende
knowGatsby.”
“Gatsby?”
demandedDaisy.
“WhatGatsby?”
Før
BeforeIcouldreplythathewasmyneighbourdinnerwasannounced;
wedginghistensearmimperativelyundermine,TomBuchanancompelledmefromtheroomasthoughhewere
flyttede
movingacheckertoanothersquare.
Slenderly,languidly,theirhandssetlightlyontheirhips,the
to
twoyoungwomenprecededus
ud
outontoarosy-colouredporch,
åben
opentowardthesunset,where
fire
fourcandlesflickeredonthetableinthediminishedwind.
“Whycandles?”
objectedDaisy,frowning.
Shesnappedthem
ud
outwithherfingers.
“In
to
twoweeksit’llbethelongest
dag
dayintheyear.”
She
kiggede
lookedatusallradiantly.
“Doyou
altid
alwayswatchforthelongest
dag
dayoftheyearandthen
glip
missit?
Ialwayswatchforthelongest
dag
dayintheyearandthen
glip
missit.”
“Weoughtto
planlægge
plansomething,”yawnedMissBaker,
sidde
sittingdownatthetableasifshewere
komme
gettingintobed.
“Allright,”
sagde
saidDaisy.
“What’llweplan?”
Sheturnedtomehelplessly:
“Whatdo
folk
peopleplan?”
BeforeIcould
svare
answerhereyesfastenedwith
en
anawedexpressiononherlittlefinger.
“Look!”
shecomplained;
“I
såret
hurtit.”
Wealllooked—theknucklewas
sort
blackandblue.
“Youdid
det
it,Tom,”shesaidaccusingly.
“I
ved
knowyoudidn’tmeanto,
men
butyoudiddoit.
That’swhatI
får
getformarryingabruteof
en
aman,agreat,big,hulkingphysicalspecimenofa—”.
“I
hader
hatethatword‘hulking,’ ”objectedTomcrossly,“eveninkidding.”
“Hulking,”insistedDaisy.
Nogle gange
SometimessheandMissBaker
talte
talkedatonce,unobtrusivelyand
med
withabanteringinconsequencethatwas
aldrig
neverquitechatter,thatwasas
køligt
coolastheirwhitedresses
og
andtheirimpersonaleyesintheabsenceof
alt
alldesire.
Theywerehere,
og
andtheyacceptedTomand
mig
me,makingonlyapolitepleasantefforttoentertain
eller
ortobeentertained.
They
vidste
knewthatpresentlydinnerwouldbeover
og
andalittlelatertheevening
også
toowouldbeoverandcasually
lægge
putaway.
ItwassharplydifferentfromtheWest,
hvor
whereaneveningwashurriedfromphasetophasetowardsitsclose,inacontinuallydisappointedanticipation
eller
orelseinsheernervousdreadofthe
øjeblik
momentitself.
“Youmakeme
føle
feeluncivilized,Daisy,”Iconfessedonmy
andet
secondglassofcorkybutratherimpressiveclaret.
“Can’tyou
tale
talkaboutcropsorsomething?”
Imeant
noget
nothinginparticularbythisremark,
men
butitwastakenupin
en
anunexpectedway.
“Civilization’sgoingtopieces,”brokeoutTomviolently.
“I’vegottentobe
en
aterriblepessimistaboutthings.
Har
HaveyoureadTheRiseoftheColouredEmpiresby
denne
thismanGoddard?”
“Why,no,”I
svarede
answered,rathersurprisedbyhistone.
“Well,it’s
en
afinebook,andeverybodyoughtto
læse
readit.
Theideais
hvis
ifwedon’tlookout
den
thewhiteracewillbe—willbeutterlysubmerged.
It’s
alt
allscientificstuff;
it’sbeenproved.”