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The Great Gatsby | Progressively Translated Dutch A1 Books

The Great Gatsby | Progressively Translated Dutch A1 Books

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I
Inmyyounger
en
andmorevulnerableyearsmy
vader
fathergavemesomeadvice
dat
thatI’vebeenturningoverinmymindeversince.
“Wheneveryoufeellikecriticizinganyone,”he
zei
toldme,“justrememberthat
alle
allthepeopleinthis
wereld
worldhaven’thadtheadvantagesthatyou’vehad.”
Hedidn’t
zei
sayanymore,butwe’ve
altijd
alwaysbeenunusuallycommunicativeinareserved
manier
way,andIunderstoodthathe
bedoelde
meantagreatdealmore
dan
thanthat.
Inconsequence,I’minclinedtoreserve
alle
alljudgements,ahabitthat
heeft
hasopenedupmanycuriousnaturestome
en
andalsomademethevictimofnot
een
afewveteranbores.
Theabnormal
geest
mindisquicktodetect
en
andattachitselftothisquality
wanneer
whenitappearsinanormal
persoon
person,andsoitcameabout
dat
thatincollegeIwasunjustlyaccusedofbeing
een
apolitician,becauseIwasprivytothesecretgriefsofwild,unknownmen.
Meeste
Mostoftheconfidenceswereunsought—frequentlyI
heb
havefeignedsleep,preoccupation,orahostilelevity
toen
whenIrealizedbysomeunmistakable
teken
signthatanintimaterevelationwasquiveringon
de
thehorizon;
fortheintimaterevelationsof
jonge
youngmen,oratleast
de
thetermsinwhichtheyexpressthem,areusuallyplagiaristic
en
andmarredbyobvioussuppressions.
Reservingjudgementsis
een
amatterofinfinitehope.
Iam
nog steeds
stillalittleafraidof
missen
missingsomethingifIforget
dat
that,asmyfathersnobbishlysuggested,
en
andIsnobbishlyrepeat,asenseof
de
thefundamentaldecenciesisparcelledoutunequallyatbirth.
En
And,afterboastingthiswayofmytolerance,I
kom
cometotheadmissionthatithas
een
alimit.
Conductmaybefoundedonthe
harde
hardrockorthewetmarshes,
maar
butafteracertainpointIdon’t
schelen
carewhatit’sfoundedon.
Toen
WhenIcamebackfromtheEast
afgelopen
lastautumnIfeltthatI
wilde
wantedtheworldtobeinuniform
en
andatasortofmoralattentionforever;
I
wilde
wantednomoreriotousexcursions
met
withprivilegedglimpsesintothe
menselijk
humanheart.
OnlyGatsby,the
man
manwhogiveshisnameto
dit
thisbook,wasexemptfrommyreaction—Gatsby,whorepresented
alles
everythingforwhichIhave
een
anunaffectedscorn.
Ifpersonalityisanunbrokenseriesofsuccessfulgestures,then
er
therewassomethinggorgeousabout
hem
him,someheightenedsensitivitytothepromisesof
leven
life,asifhewererelatedtooneofthoseintricatemachinesthatregisterearthquakestenthousandmilesaway.
Deze
Thisresponsivenesshadnothingtodo
met
withthatflabbyimpressionabilitywhichisdignified
onder
underthenameofthe“creativetemperament”—itwasanextraordinarygiftfor
hoop
hope,aromanticreadinesssuchasI
heb
haveneverfoundinanyother
persoon
personandwhichitisnotlikelyIshallever
vinden
findagain.
No—Gatsbyturnedoutallrightat
het
theend;
itiswhatpreyedonGatsby,whatfouldustfloatedinthe
nasleep
wakeofhisdreamsthattemporarilyclosedoutmyinterestintheabortivesorrows
en
andshort-windedelationsofmen.
My
familie
familyhavebeenprominent,well-to-do
volk
peopleinthisMiddleWestern
stad
cityforthreegenerations.
TheCarrawaysaresomethingof
een
aclan,andwehave
een
atraditionthatwe’redescendedfrom
de
theDukesofBuccleuch,but
de
theactualfounderofmy
lijn
linewasmygrandfather’sbrother,who
kwam
camehereinfifty-one,sent
een
asubstitutetotheCivilWar,
en
andstartedthewholesalehardware
bedrijf
businessthatmyfathercarrieson
vandaag
today.
Ineversawthisgreat-uncle,
maar
butI’msupposedtolooklikehim—with
speciale
specialreferencetotheratherhard-boiledpainting
dat
thathangsinfather’soffice.
IgraduatedfromNewHavenin1915,just
een
aquarterofacentury
na
aftermyfather,andalittle
later
laterIparticipatedinthatdelayedTeutonicmigrationknownas
de
theGreatWar.
Ienjoyed
de
thecounter-raidsothoroughlythatIcamebackrestless.
Insteadofbeingthewarmcentreofthe
wereld
world,theMiddleWestnowseemedliketheraggededgeoftheuniverse—soIdecidedto
gaan
goEastandlearnthebondbusiness.
Iedereen
EverybodyIknewwasinthebondbusiness,soIsupposedit
kon
couldsupportonemoresingleman.
Al
Allmyauntsanduncles
praatten
talkeditoverasiftheywerechoosing
een
aprepschoolforme,
en
andfinallysaid,“Why—ye-es,”with
zeer
verygrave,hesitantfaces.
Fatheragreedtofinancemefor
een
ayear,andaftervariousdelaysI
kwam
cameEast,permanently,Ithought,inthespringoftwenty-two.
Thepracticalthingwasto
vinden
findroomsinthecity,
maar
butitwasawarmseason,
en
andIhadjustleft
een
acountryofwidelawns
en
andfriendlytrees,sowhen
een
ayoungmanatthe
kantoor
officesuggestedthatwetake
een
ahousetogetherinacommutingtown,it
klonk
soundedlikeagreatidea.
He
vond
foundthehouse,aweather-beatencardboardbungalowateighty
een
amonth,butatthe
laatste
lastminutethefirmorderedhimtoWashington,
en
andIwentoutto
het
thecountryalone.
Ihadadog—atleastI
had
hadhimforafewdays
totdat
untilheranaway—andan
oude
oldDodgeandaFinnish
vrouw
woman,whomademybed
en
andcookedbreakfastandmutteredFinnishwisdomtoherself
over
overtheelectricstove.
Itwaslonelyfora
dag
dayorsountilone
ochtend
morningsomeman,morerecentlyarrived
dan
thanI,stoppedmeontheroad.
“HowdoyougettoWestEggvillage?”
he
vroeg
askedhelplessly.
Itoldhim.
En
AndasIwalkedonIwaslonelynolonger.
Iwasaguide,apathfinder,anoriginalsettler.
He
had
hadcasuallyconferredonme
de
thefreedomoftheneighbourhood.
En
Andsowiththesunshine
en
andthegreatburstsofleavesgrowingonthetrees,
net
justasthingsgrowinfastmovies,I
had
hadthatfamiliarconvictionthat
leven
lifewasbeginningoveragain
met
withthesummer.
Therewasso
veel
muchtoread,foronething,
en
andsomuchfinehealthtobepulleddown
uit
outoftheyoungbreath-giving
lucht
air.
Iboughtadozenvolumesonbanking
en
andcreditandinvestmentsecurities,
en
andtheystoodonmyshelfin
rood
redandgoldlikenew
geld
moneyfromthemint,promisingtounfold
de
theshiningsecretsthatonlyMidas
en
andMorganandMaecenasknew.
En
AndIhadthehighintentionof
lezen
readingmanyotherbooksbesides.
Iwasratherliteraryincollege—one
jaar
yearIwroteaseriesof
zeer
verysolemnandobviouseditorialsfor
de
theYaleNews—andnowIwasgoingtobringbackallsuchthingsintomy
leven
lifeandbecomeagainthat
meest
mostlimitedofallspecialists,
de
the“well-roundedman.”
Thisisn’t
alleen
justanepigram—lifeismuchmoresuccessfullylookedatfromasinglewindow,afterall.
Itwasamatterof
toeval
chancethatIshouldhaverenteda
huis
houseinoneofthestrangestcommunitiesinNorthAmerica.
Itwason
dat
thatslenderriotousislandwhichextendsitselfdueeastofNewYork—and
waar
wherethereare,amongothernaturalcuriosities,
twee
twounusualformationsofland.
Twentymilesfromthe
stad
cityapairofenormouseggs,identicalincontour
en
andseparatedonlybyacourtesybay,jutoutintothe
meest
mostdomesticatedbodyofsaltwaterintheWesternhemisphere,the
grote
greatwetbarnyardofLongIslandSound.
Theyarenot
perfect
perfectovals—liketheeggintheColumbus
verhaal
story,theyarebothcrushedflatatthecontactend—buttheirphysicalresemblance
moet
mustbeasourceofperpetualwondertothegulls
die
thatflyoverhead.
Tothewingless
een
amoreinterestingphenomenonistheirdissimilarityin
elk
everyparticularexceptshapeandsize.
I
woonde
livedatWestEgg,the—well,thelessfashionableofthe
twee
two,thoughthisisamostsuperficialtagtoexpressthebizarre
en
andnotalittlesinistercontrast
tussen
betweenthem.
Myhousewasattheverytipoftheegg,onlyfiftyyardsfromtheSound,
en
andsqueezedbetweentwohuge
plaatsen
placesthatrentedfortwelve
of
orfifteenthousandaseason.
Theoneonmyrightwasacolossalaffairbyanystandard—itwasafactualimitationofsomeHôteldeVilleinNormandy,
met
withatoweronone
kant
side,spankingnewunderathinbeardofrawivy,
en
andamarbleswimmingpool,
en
andmorethanfortyacresoflawn
en
andgarden.
ItwasGatsby’smansion.
Of
Or,rather,asIdidn’t
kende
knowMr.Gatsby,itwas
een
amansioninhabitedbyagentlemanof
die
thatname.
Myownhousewasaneyesore,
maar
butitwasasmalleyesore,
en
andithadbeenoverlooked,soI
had
hadaviewofthe
water
water,apartialviewofmyneighbour’slawn,
en
andtheconsolingproximityofmillionaires—allforeightydollarsamonth.
Acrossthecourtesybaythe
witte
whitepalacesoffashionableEastEggglittered
langs
alongthewater,andthehistoryofthesummer
echt
reallybeginsontheeveningIdroveovertheretohave
eten
dinnerwiththeTomBuchanans.
Daisywasmy
tweede
secondcousinonceremoved,andI’d
kende
knownTomincollege.
Andjust
na
afterthewarIspent
twee
twodayswiththeminChicago.
Her
man
husband,amongvariousphysicalaccomplishments,hadbeenoneof
de
themostpowerfulendsthatever
speelde
playedfootballatNewHaven—anationalfigureina
manier
way,oneofthosemenwhoreachsuchanacutelimitedexcellenceattwenty-onethat
alles
everythingafterwardsavoursofanticlimax.
His
familie
familywereenormouslywealthy—evenincollegehisfreedom
met
withmoneywasamatterforreproach—but
nu
nowhe’dleftChicagoand
gekomen
comeEastinafashion
die
thatrathertookyourbreathaway:
forinstance,he’dbroughtdown
een
astringofpoloponiesfromLakeForest.
Itwas
moeilijk
hardtorealizethata
man
maninmyowngenerationwaswealthy
genoeg
enoughtodothat.
Whythey
kwamen
cameEastIdon’tknow.
They
hadden
hadspentayearinFrancefornoparticular
reden
reason,andthendriftedhere
en
andthereunrestfullywhereverpeople
speelden
playedpoloandwererich
samen
together.
Thiswasapermanentmove,
zei
saidDaisyoverthetelephone,
maar
butIdidn’tbelieveit—I
had
hadnosightintoDaisy’s
hart
heart,butIfeltthatTom
zou
woulddriftonforeverseeking,
een
alittlewistfully,forthedramaticturbulenceofsomeirrecoverablefootballgame.
En
Andsoithappenedthaton
een
awarmwindyeveningIdroveovertoEastEggto
zien
seetwooldfriendswhomIscarcely
kende
knewatall.
Theirhousewasevenmoreelaborate
dan
thanIexpected,acheerfulred-and-whiteGeorgianColonialmansion,overlooking
de
thebay.
Thelawnstartedatthebeach
en
andrantowardsthefrontdoorfor
een
aquarterofamile,jumping
over
oversundialsandbrickwalks
en
andburninggardens—finallywhenitreachedthe
huis
housedriftingupthesideinbrightvinesasthoughfromthemomentumofits
liep
run.
Thefrontwasbrokenby
een
alineofFrenchwindows,glowing
nu
nowwithreflectedgoldandwide
open
opentothewarmwindyafternoon,
en
andTomBuchananinridingclotheswas
stond
standingwithhislegsaparton
de
thefrontporch.
Hehad
veranderd
changedsincehisNewHavenyears.
Nu
Nowhewasasturdystraw-haired
man
manofthirty,witharather
harde
hardmouthandasuperciliousmanner.
Twee
Twoshiningarroganteyeshadestablisheddominance
over
overhisfaceandgavehimtheappearanceof
altijd
alwaysleaningaggressivelyforward.
Not
zelfs
eventheeffeminateswankofhisridingclothes
kon
couldhidetheenormouspowerofthatbody—heseemedtofillthoseglisteningboots
totdat
untilhestrainedthetoplacing,
en
andyoucouldseea
groot
greatpackofmuscleshifting
toen
whenhisshouldermovedunderhisthincoat.
Itwas
een
abodycapableofenormousleverage—acruel
lichaam
body.
Hisspeakingvoice,agruffhuskytenor,addedto
de
theimpressionoffractiousnessheconveyed.
Er
Therewasatouchofpaternalcontemptinit,
zelfs
eventowardpeopleheliked—and
er
thereweremenatNewHaven
die
whohadhatedhisguts.
“Now,don’tthinkmyopiniononthesemattersisfinal,”heseemedto
zeggen
say,“justbecauseI’mstronger
en
andmoreofaman
dan
thanyouare.”
Wewerein
de
thesameseniorsociety,andwhilewewere
nooit
neverintimateIalwayshad
de
theimpressionthatheapprovedofme
en
andwantedmetolikehim
met
withsomeharsh,defiantwistfulnessofhis
eigen
own.
Wetalkedfora
paar
fewminutesonthesunnyporch.
“I’vegot
een
aniceplacehere,”he
zei
said,hiseyesflashingaboutrestlessly.
Draaide
Turningmearoundbyonearm,he
bewoog
movedabroadflathand
langs
alongthefrontvista,includinginitssweepasunkenItaliangarden,a
halve
halfacreofdeep,pungentroses,
en
andasnub-nosedmotorboatthatbumpedthetideoffshore.
“ItbelongedtoDemaine,theoilman.”
He
draaide
turnedmearoundagain,politely
en
andabruptly.
“We’llgoinside.”
We
liepen
walkedthroughahighhallwayinto
een
abrightrosy-colouredspace,fragilelyboundinto
het
thehousebyFrenchwindowsateitherend.
Thewindowswereajar
en
andgleamingwhiteagainstthefreshgrass
buiten
outsidethatseemedtogrow
een
alittlewayintothe
huis
house.
Abreezeblewthroughthe
kamer
room,blewcurtainsinatoneend
en
andouttheotherlikepaleflags,twistingthemuptowardthefrostedwedding-cakeoftheceiling,
en
andthenrippledoverthewine-colouredrug,makingashadowonitaswind
doet
doesonthesea.
The
enige
onlycompletelystationaryobjectinthe
kamer
roomwasanenormouscouchonwhich
twee
twoyoungwomenwerebuoyedupasthoughupon
een
ananchoredballoon.
Theywere
allebei
bothinwhite,andtheirdresseswererippling
en
andflutteringasiftheyhad
net
justbeenblownbackin
na
afterashortflightaround
het
thehouse.
Imusthave
gestaan
stoodforafewmoments
geluisterd
listeningtothewhipandsnapofthecurtains
en
andthegroanofapictureonthewall.
Then
er
therewasaboomasTomBuchanan
sloot
shuttherearwindowsand
de
thecaughtwinddiedout
over
abouttheroom,andthecurtains
en
andtherugsandthe
twee
twoyoungwomenballoonedslowlyto
de
thefloor.
Theyoungerof
de
thetwowasastrangerto
mij
me.
Shewasextendedfulllengthather
einde
endofthedivan,completelymotionless,
en
andwithherchinraised
een
alittle,asifshewerebalancing
iets
somethingonitwhichwas
heel
quitelikelytofall.
Ifshe
zag
sawmeoutofthecornerofhereyesshe
gaf
gavenohintofit—indeed,Iwas
bijna
almostsurprisedintomurmuringanapologyfor
had
havingdisturbedherbycomingin.
The
andere
othergirl,Daisy,madeanattempttorise—sheleanedslightlyforward
met
withaconscientiousexpression—thenshelaughed,anabsurd,charming
kleine
littlelaugh,andIlaughedtoo
en
andcameforwardintothe
kamer
room.
“I’mp-paralysedwithhappiness.”
Shelaughed
weer
again,asifshesaid
iets
somethingverywitty,andheldmy
hand
handforamoment,lookingupintomy
gezicht
face,promisingthattherewasnooneinthe
wereld
worldshesomuchwantedto
zien
see.
Thatwasawayshe
had
had.
Shehintedinamurmur
dat
thatthesurnameofthebalancing
meisje
girlwasBaker.
(I’vehearditsaid
dat
thatDaisy’smurmurwasonlytomake
mensen
peopleleantowardher;
anirrelevantcriticism
die
thatmadeitnolesscharming.)
Atanyrate,MissBaker’slipsfluttered,shenoddedatme
bijna
almostimperceptibly,andthenquicklytippedher
hoofd
headbackagain—theobjectshewasbalancing
had
hadobviouslytotteredalittle
en
andgivenhersomethingofafright.
Opnieuw
Againasortofapologyarosetomylips.
Bijna
Almostanyexhibitionofcompleteself-sufficiencydrawsastunnedtributefrom
mij
me.
Ilookedbackatmycousin,
die
whobegantoaskmequestionsinherlow,thrillingvoice.
Itwasthe
soort
kindofvoicethattheear
volgt
followsupanddown,asif
elke
eachspeechisanarrangementofnotesthat
zal
willneverbeplayedagain.
Her
gezicht
facewassadandlovely
met
withbrightthingsinit,brighteyes
en
andabrightpassionatemouth,
maar
buttherewasanexcitementinhervoicethatmenwho
hadden
hadcaredforherfounddifficultto
vergeten
forget:
asingingcompulsion,awhispered“Listen,”
een
apromisethatshehad
gedaan
donegay,excitingthingsjust
een
awhilesinceandthat
er
thereweregay,excitingthingshoveringin
het
thenexthour.
ItoldherhowI
hadden
hadstoppedoffinChicagofor
een
adayonmywayEast,
en
andhowadozenpeople
hadden
hadsenttheirlovethrough
mij
me.
“Dotheymissme?”
shecriedecstatically.
“The
hele
wholetownisdesolate.
Allthecars
hebben
havetheleftrearwheelpaintedblackas
een
amourningwreath,andthere’s
een
apersistentwailallnight
langs
alongthenorthshore.”
“Howgorgeous!
Let’sgoback,Tom.
Tomorrow!”
Thensheaddedirrelevantly:
“Yououghtto
zien
seethebaby.”
“I’dliketo.”
“She’sasleep.
She’s
drie
threeyearsold.
Haven’tyouever
gezien
seenher?”
“Never.”
“Well,yououghtto
zien
seeher.
She’s—”.
TomBuchanan,
die
whohadbeenhoveringrestlesslyabout
de
theroom,stoppedandrestedhis
hand
handonmyshoulder.
“Whatyou
doe
doing,Nick?”
“I’mabondman.”
“Whowith?”
I
verteld
toldhim.
“Neverheardofthem,”heremarkeddecisively.
Dit
Thisannoyedme.
“Youwill,”Iansweredshortly.
“Youwill
als
ifyoustayintheEast.”
“Oh,I’ll
blijf
stayintheEast,don’tyouworry,”he
zei
said,glancingatDaisyandthenbackat
mij
me,asifhewerealertfor
iets
somethingmore.
“I’dbeaGoddamnedfoolto
wonen
liveanywhereelse.”
Atthis
punt
pointMissBakersaid:
“Absolutely!”
withsuchsuddenness
dat
thatIstarted—itwasthe
eerste
firstwordshehaduttered
sinds
sinceIcameintothe
kamer
room.
Evidentlyitsurprisedheras
veel
muchasitdidme,forsheyawned
en
andwithaseriesofrapid,deftmovements
stond
stoodupintotheroom.
“I’mstiff,”shecomplained,“I’vebeen
lig
lyingonthatsofaforas
lang
longasIcanremember.”
“Don’tlookatme,”Daisyretorted,“I’vebeen
geprobeerd
tryingtogetyoutoNewYorkallafternoon.”
“No,thanks,”
zei
saidMissBakertothe
vier
fourcocktailsjustinfrom
de
thepantry.
“I’mabsolutelyintraining.”
Herhost
keek
lookedatherincredulously.
“Youare!”
He
nam
tookdownhisdrinkasifitwere
een
adropinthebottomof
een
aglass.
“Howyouever
krijgt
getanythingdoneisbeyondme.”
I
keek
lookedatMissBaker,wonderingwhatitwasshe“gotdone.”
Ienjoyed
kijken
lookingather.
Shewasaslender,small-breasted
meisje
girl,withanerectcarriage,
die
whichsheaccentuatedbythrowingher
lichaam
bodybackwardattheshoulders
als
likeayoungcadet.
Hergreysun-strainedeyes
keken
lookedbackatmewithpolitereciprocalcuriosity
uit
outofawan,charming,discontented
gezicht
face.
Itoccurredtome
nu
nowthatIhadseen
haar
her,orapictureof
haar
her,somewherebefore.
“YouliveinWestEgg,”sheremarkedcontemptuously.
“I
ken
knowsomebodythere.”
“Idon’t
ken
knowasingle—”.
“Youmust
kennen
knowGatsby.”
“Gatsby?”
demandedDaisy.
“WhatGatsby?”
Voordat
BeforeIcouldreplythathewasmyneighbour
diner
dinnerwasannounced;
wedginghistensearmimperativelyundermine,TomBuchanancompelledmefrom
de
theroomasthoughhewere
verplaatste
movingacheckertoanothersquare.
Slenderly,languidly,theirhandssetlightlyontheirhips,
de
thetwoyoungwomenprecededusoutonto
een
arosy-colouredporch,opentoward
de
thesunset,wherefourcandlesflickeredon
de
thetableinthediminishedwind.
“Whycandles?”
objectedDaisy,frowning.
Shesnappedthemout
met
withherfingers.
“Intwoweeksit’llbethelongest
dag
dayintheyear.”
She
keek
lookedatusallradiantly.
“Doyou
altijd
alwayswatchforthelongest
dag
dayoftheyearandthen
mis
missit?
Ialwayswatchforthelongest
dag
dayintheyearandthen
mis
missit.”
“Weoughttoplansomething,”yawnedMissBaker,
zit
sittingdownatthetableasifsheweregettinginto
bed
bed.
“Allright,”saidDaisy.
“What’llweplan?”
She
draaide
turnedtomehelplessly:
“Whatdo
mensen
peopleplan?”
BeforeIcouldanswerhereyesfastened
met
withanawedexpressiononherlittlefinger.
“Look!”
shecomplained;
“I
gekwetst
hurtit.”
Wealllooked—theknucklewasblack
en
andblue.
“Youdidit,Tom,”she
zei
saidaccusingly.
“Iknowyoudidn’tmeanto,
maar
butyoudiddoit.
That’swhatI
krijg
getformarryingabruteof
een
aman,agreat,big,hulkingphysicalspecimenofa—”.
“I
haat
hatethatword‘hulking,’ ”objectedTomcrossly,“eveninkidding.”
“Hulking,”insistedDaisy.
Soms
SometimessheandMissBakertalkedatonce,unobtrusively
en
andwithabanteringinconsequence
die
thatwasneverquitechatter,
die
thatwasascoolastheir
witte
whitedressesandtheirimpersonaleyesin
de
theabsenceofalldesire.
Theywere
hier
here,andtheyacceptedTom
en
andme,makingonlyapolitepleasantefforttoentertain
of
ortobeentertained.
They
wisten
knewthatpresentlydinnerwouldbeover
en
andalittlelatertheeveningtoo
zou
wouldbeoverandcasuallyputaway.
ItwassharplydifferentfromtheWest,
waar
whereaneveningwashurriedfromphasetophasetowardsitsclose,inacontinuallydisappointedanticipation
of
orelseinsheernervousdreadofthe
moment
momentitself.
“Youmakeme
voel
feeluncivilized,Daisy,”Iconfessedonmy
tweede
secondglassofcorkybutratherimpressiveclaret.
“Can’tyou
praten
talkaboutcropsorsomething?”
I
bedoelde
meantnothinginparticularby
deze
thisremark,butitwastakenupin
een
anunexpectedway.
“Civilization’sgoingtopieces,”
brak
brokeoutTomviolently.
“I’vegottentobe
een
aterriblepessimistaboutthings.
Heb
HaveyoureadTheRiseoftheColouredEmpiresby
deze
thismanGoddard?”
“Why,no,”Ianswered,rathersurprisedbyhistone.
“Well,it’s
een
afinebook,andeverybodyoughtto
lezen
readit.
Theideais
als
ifwedon’tlookout
het
thewhiteracewillbe—willbeutterlysubmerged.
It’sallscientific
spul
stuff;
it’sbeenproved.”