I
Inmyyounger
ja
andmorevulnerableyearsmyfatherantoi
gavemesomeadvicethatI’vebeenturningoverinmymindeversince.“Wheneveryoufeellike
kritisoida
criticizinganyone,”hetoldme,“justrememberettä
thatallthepeopleinthisworldhaven’thadtheadvantagesettä
thatyou’vehad.”Hedidn’t
sanonut
sayanymore,butwe’veaina
alwaysbeenunusuallycommunicativeinareservedway,ja
andIunderstoodthathetarkoitti
meantagreatdealmorethanettä
that.Inconsequence,I’minclinedtoreserve
kaikki
alljudgements,ahabitthathasopenedupmonia
manycuriousnaturestomeandmyös
alsomademethevictimofnotafewveteranbores.Theabnormalmindis
nopea
quicktodetectandattachitselftothisqualitykun
whenitappearsinanormalperson,andsoitcameaboutettä
thatincollegeIwasunjustlysyytettiin
accusedofbeingapolitician,koska
becauseIwasprivytothesecretgriefsofwild,unknownmen.Useimmat
Mostoftheconfidenceswereunsought—frequentlyIhavefeignedunta
sleep,preoccupation,orahostilelevitykun
whenIrealizedbysomeunmistakablesignettä
thatanintimaterevelationwasquiveringonthehorizon;fortheintimaterevelationsofyoungmen,
tai
oratleastthetermsinwhichtheyilmaisevat
expressthem,areusuallyplagiaristicandmarredbyobvioussuppressions.Varaaminen
Reservingjudgementsisamatterofinfinitetoivon
hope.Iamstillalittleafraidofmissing
jotakin
somethingifIforgetthat,asmyfathersnobbishlyehdotti
suggested,andIsnobbishlyrepeat,atunne
senseofthefundamentaldecenciesisparcelledoutunequallyatbirth.And,
kun
afterboastingthiswayofmytolerance,Icometotheadmissionettä
thatithasalimit.Conduct
voi
maybefoundedonthehardrocktai
orthewetmarshes,butjälkeen
afteracertainpointIdon’tvälitä
carewhatit’sfoundedon.Kun
WhenIcamebackfromtheEastviime
lastautumnIfeltthatIwantedtheworldtobeinuniformandatasortofmoralattentionikuisesti
forever;Iwantednomoreriotousexcursionswithprivilegedglimpsesintothehumanheart.
Vain
OnlyGatsby,themanwhoantaa
giveshisnametothisbook,wasexemptfrommyreaction—Gatsby,whoedusti
representedeverythingforwhichIon
haveanunaffectedscorn.If
persoonallisuus
personalityisanunbrokenseriesofsuccessfulgestures,thentherewasjotakin
somethinggorgeousabouthim,someheightenedherkkyys
sensitivitytothepromisesofelämän
life,asifhewererelatedtooneofthoseintricatemachinesthatregisterearthquakestenthousandmilesaway.Tämä
Thisresponsivenesshadnothingtotekemistä
dowiththatflabbyimpressionabilitywhichisdignifiedunderthenameofthe“creativetemperament”—itwasanextraordinarylahja
giftforhope,aromanticreadinesssuchasIhavekoskaan
neverfoundinanyotherpersonandwhichitisnotlikelyIshalleverlöydä
findagain.No—Gatsbyturnedoutallrightattheend;
itiswhatpreyedonGatsby,whatfoul
pöly
dustfloatedinthewakeofhisdreamsthatväliaikaisesti
temporarilyclosedoutmyinterestintheabortivesorrowsandshort-windedelationsofmen.Myfamily
on
havebeenprominent,well-to-dopeopleinthisMiddleWesterncityforthreegenerations.TheCarrawaysaresomethingofa
klaani
clan,andwehaveaperinne
traditionthatwe’redescendedfromtheDukesofBuccleuch,mutta
buttheactualfounderofmylinewasmygrandfather’sveli
brother,whocamehereinfifty-one,lähetti
sentasubstitutetotheCivilWar,andstartedthewholesalehardwarebusinessettä
thatmyfathercarriesonnykyään
today.Ineversawthisgreat-uncle,
mutta
butI’msupposedtolookkuin
likehim—withspecialreferencetothemelko
ratherhard-boiledpaintingthathangsinfather’soffice.I
valmistuin
graduatedfromNewHavenin1915,vain
justaquarterofacenturyjälkeen
aftermyfather,andavähän
littlelaterIparticipatedinthatdelayedTeutonicmigrationtunnetaan
knownastheGreatWar.I
nautin
enjoyedthecounter-raidsothoroughlyettä
thatIcamebackrestless.Insteadofbeingthe
lämmin
warmcentreoftheworld,theMiddleLänsi
Westnowseemedliketheraggededgeoftheuniverse—soIpäätin
decidedtogoEastandoppia
learnthebondbusiness.EverybodyI
tunsin
knewwasinthebondbusiness,soIsupposeditvoisi
couldsupportonemoresinglemiehen
man.Allmyauntsanduncles
keskustelivat
talkeditoverasiftheywerevalitsisivat
choosingaprepschoolforminulle
me,andfinallysaid,“Why—ye-es,”withhyvin
verygrave,hesitantfaces.Fatheragreedto
rahoittamaan
financemeforayear,andjälkeen
aftervariousdelaysIcameItään
East,permanently,Ithought,inthekeväällä
springoftwenty-two.Thepracticalthingwasto
etsiä
findroomsinthecity,mutta
butitwasawarmseason,andIhadjuuri
justleftacountryofwidelawnsandfriendlytrees,sokun
whenayoungmanattheofficeehdotti
suggestedthatwetakeahouseyhdessä
togetherinacommutingtown,itsoundedlikeagreatidea.He
löysi
foundthehouse,aweather-beatencardboardbungalowateightyamonth,mutta
butatthelastminutethefirmorderedhimtoWashington,ja
andIwentouttothecountryyksin
alone.Ihadadog—at
ainakin
leastIhadhimforamuutaman
fewdaysuntilheranaway—andanvanha
oldDodgeandaFinnishnainen
woman,whomademybedja
andcookedbreakfastandmutteredFinnishviisautta
wisdomtoherselfovertheelectricstove.Itwas
yksinäinen
lonelyforadayorsokunnes
untilonemorningsomeman,moreäskettäin
recentlyarrivedthanI,stoppedmeonthetiellä
road.“Howdoyougetto
West
WestEggvillage?”heaskedhelplessly.
I
kerroin
toldhim.AndasI
kävelin
walkedonIwaslonelynolonger.Iwasaguide,apathfinder,anoriginalsettler.
He
oli
hadcasuallyconferredonmethefreedomoftheneighbourhood.Andsowiththesunshineandthegreatburstsofleavesgrowingonthetrees,justasthings
kasvaa
growinfastmovies,Ihadettä
thatfamiliarconvictionthatlifewasalkoi
beginningoveragainwiththekesällä
summer.Therewassomuchto
lukemista
read,foronething,andsopaljon
muchfinehealthtobevedetty
pulleddownoutoftheyoungbreath-givingair.I
ostin
boughtadozenvolumesonbankingja
andcreditandinvestmentsecurities,ja
andtheystoodonmyshelfinredja
andgoldlikenewmoneyfromthemint,lupasivat
promisingtounfoldtheshiningsecretsthatvain
onlyMidasandMorganandMaecenastiesivät
knew.AndIhadthe
suuri
highintentionofreadingmanymuita
otherbooksbesides.Iwas
melko
ratherliteraryincollege—oneyearIkirjoitin
wroteaseriesofverysolemnandobviouseditorialsfortheYaleNews—andnyt
nowIwasgoingtotuoda
bringbackallsuchthingsintomylifeandtulla
becomeagainthatmostlimitedofkaikki
allspecialists,the“well-roundedman.”Tämä
Thisisn’tjustanepigram—lifeispaljon
muchmoresuccessfullylookedatfromasinglewindow,kun
afterall.Itwasamatterofchance
että
thatIshouldhaverenteda
ahouseinoneofthestrangestcommunitiesinPohjois
NorthAmerica.Itwasonthatslenderriotous
saarella
islandwhichextendsitselfdueitään
eastofNewYork—andwherethereon
are,amongothernaturalcuriosities,kaksi
twounusualformationsofland.Twentymilesfromthecitya
pari
pairofenormouseggs,identicalincontouranderottaa
separatedonlybyacourtesybay,jutoutintothemostdomesticatedbodyofsaltwaterintheWesternpallonpuoliskolla
hemisphere,thegreatwetbarnyardofLongIsland
IslandSound.Theyarenotperfectovals—likethe
muna
eggintheColumbusstory,theyaremolemmat
bothcrushedflatatthecontactend—buttheirphysicalresemblancetäytyy
mustbeasourceofperpetualwondertothegullsthatlentävät
flyoverhead.Tothewinglessamoreinteresting
ilmiö
phenomenonistheirdissimilarityineveryparticularlukuun ottamatta
exceptshapeandsize.Ilivedat
West
WestEgg,the—well,thelessmuodikas
fashionableofthetwo,thoughtämä
thisisamostsuperficialtagtoilmaisee
expressthebizarreandnotalittlesinistercontrastbetweenthem.Myhousewasattheverytipofthe
munan
egg,onlyfiftyyardsfromtheSound,andsqueezedbetweenkahden
twohugeplacesthatrentedfortwelvetai
orfifteenthousandaseason.Theoneonmy
aivan
rightwasacolossalaffairbyanystandard—itwasa
afactualimitationofsomeHôteldeVilleinNormandy,witha
atowerononeside,spankinguusi
newunderathinbeardofraaka
rawivy,andamarbleuima
swimmingpool,andmorethanfortyacresoflawnandgarden.ItwasGatsby’s
kartano
mansion.Or,rather,asIdidn’t
tuntenut
knowMr.Gatsby,itwasakartano
mansioninhabitedbyagentlemanofthatname.Myownhousewasaneyesore,
mutta
butitwasasmalleyesore,andithadbeenunohdettu
overlooked,soIhadanäkymä
viewofthewater,aosittainen
partialviewofmyneighbour’slawn,andthelohduttava
consolingproximityofmillionaires—allforeightydollarsamonth.Acrossthecourtesybaythewhitepalacesoffashionable
East
EastEggglitteredalongtheveden
water,andthehistoryofthekesän
summerreallybeginsontheeveningIajoin
droveovertheretohavedinnerkanssa
withtheTomBuchanans.Daisywasmy
toinen
secondcousinonceremoved,andI’dknownTomincollege.Ja
AndjustafterthewarIvietin
spenttwodayswiththeminChicago.Her
miehensä
husband,amongvariousphysicalaccomplishments,hadbeenyksi
oneofthemostpowerfulendsettä
thateverplayedfootballatNewHaven—akansallinen
nationalfigureinaway,yksi
oneofthosemenwhosaavuttavat
reachsuchanacutelimitedexcellenceattwenty-oneettä
thateverythingafterwardsavoursofanticlimax.Hisfamilywereenormouslywealthy—evenincollegehisfreedomwithmoneywasa
asia
matterforreproach—butnowhe’dleftChicagoja
andcomeEastinatavalla
fashionthatrathertookyourhengityksen
breathaway:forinstance,he’dbrought
alas
downastringofpoloponiesfromLakeForest.Itwas
vaikea
hardtorealizethatamies
maninmyowngenerationwasrikas
wealthyenoughtodothat.Miksi
WhytheycameEastIdon’ttiedä
know.Theyhadspenta
vuoden
yearinFrancefornoparticularsyytä
reason,andthendriftedhereja
andthereunrestfullywhereverpeoplepelasivat
playedpoloandwererichyhdessä
together.Thiswasapermanentmove,
sanoi
saidDaisyoverthetelephone,mutta
butIdidn’tbelieveit—Ihadei
nosightintoDaisy’sheart,mutta
butIfeltthatTomwouldajelehtii
driftonforeverseeking,alittlewistfully,forsitä
thedramaticturbulenceofsomeirrecoverablejalkapallo
footballgame.Andsoit
sattui
happenedthatonawarmwindyeveningIajoin
droveovertoEastEggtoseetwooldfriendswhomItuskin
scarcelyknewatall.Theirhousewasevenmoreelaborate
kuin
thanIexpected,acheerfulred-and-whiteGeorgianSiirtomaa
Colonialmansion,overlookingthebay.Thelawnstartedatthe
rannalta
beachandrantowardsthefrontovelle
doorforaquarterofamile,hyppäsi
jumpingoversundialsandbrickwalksandpoltti
burninggardens—finallywhenitreachedthehouseajelehti
driftingupthesideinbrightvinesasthoughfromthemomentumofitsrun.ThefrontwasbrokenbyalineofFrenchwindows,glowing
nyt
nowwithreflectedgoldandwideauki
opentothewarmwindyafternoon,andTomBuchananinridingclotheswasseisoi
standingwithhislegsapartonthefrontporch.He
oli
hadchangedsincehisNewHavenyears.Nyt
Nowhewasasturdystraw-hairedmies
manofthirty,withamelko
ratherhardmouthandasuperciliousmanner.Kaksi
Twoshiningarroganteyeshadestablisheddominanceoverhisfaceandantanut
gavehimtheappearanceofaina
alwaysleaningaggressivelyforward.Not
edes
eventheeffeminateswankofhisridingclothescouldhidetheenormouspowerofthatbody—henäytti
seemedtofillthoseglisteningbootskunnes
untilhestrainedthetoplacing,andyoucouldnähdä
seeagreatpackofmuscleshiftingkun
whenhisshouldermovedunderhisthincoat.Itwasabodycapableof
valtava
enormousleverage—acruelbody.His
puhuva
speakingvoice,agruffhuskytenor,lisäsi
addedtotheimpressionoffractiousnessheconveyed.Therewasatouchofpaternal
halveksuntaa
contemptinit,eventowardpeopleheliked—andthereweremenatNewHavenjotka
whohadhatedhisguts.“Now,don’tthinkmyopinionon
näistä
thesemattersisfinal,”henäytti
seemedtosay,“justbecauseI’mvahvempi
strongerandmoreofamies
manthanyouare.”Wewereinthe
samassa
sameseniorsociety,andwhilewewerekoskaan
neverintimateIalwayshadtheimpressionettä
thatheapprovedofmeandhalusi
wantedmetolikehimwithsomeharsh,defiantwistfulnessofhisown.We
puhuimme
talkedforafewminutesonthesunnyporch.“I’vegota
mukava
niceplacehere,”hesaid,hiseyesflashingaboutrestlessly.Turningmearoundbyonearm,he
siirsi
movedabroadflathandpitkin
alongthefrontvista,includinginitssweepasunkenItalianpuutarha
garden,ahalfacreofdeep,pungentroses,andasnub-nosedmotorboatthatbumpedthetideoffshore.“It
kuului
belongedtoDemaine,theoilman.”He
käänsi
turnedmearoundagain,politelyja
andabruptly.“We’llgoinside.”
We
kävelimme
walkedthroughahighhallwayintoabrightrosy-colouredspace,fragilelyboundintothehousebyFrenchwindowsateitherend.Thewindowswereajar
ja
andgleamingwhiteagainstthefreshgrassulkona
outsidethatseemedtogrowalittlewayintothehouse.Abreeze
puhalsi
blewthroughtheroom,blewcurtainsinatoneendandulos
outtheotherlikepaleflags,twistingthemylös
uptowardthefrostedwedding-cakeoftheceiling,andthenrippledoverthewine-colouredmaton
rug,makingashadowonitastuuli
winddoesonthesea.The
ainoa
onlycompletelystationaryobjectinthehuoneessa
roomwasanenormouscouchonwhichkaksi
twoyoungwomenwerebuoyedupasthoughuponananchoredballoon.Theywere
molemmat
bothinwhite,andtheirdresseswereripplingja
andflutteringasiftheyhadjuuri
justbeenblownbackinjälkeen
afterashortflightaroundthehouse.I
täytyi
musthavestoodforamuutaman
fewmomentslisteningtothewhipandsnapofthecurtainsandthegroanofakuvan
pictureonthewall.ThentherewasaboomasTomBuchanan
sulki
shuttherearwindowsandthecaughttuuli
winddiedoutabouttheroom,ja
andthecurtainsandtherugsja
andthetwoyoungwomenballoonedhitaasti
slowlytothefloor.The
nuorempi
youngerofthetwowasamuukalainen
strangertome.Shewas
ulottuva
extendedfulllengthatherlopussa
endofthedivan,completelymotionless,andwithherleuka
chinraisedalittle,asifshewerebalancingjotain
somethingonitwhichwasmelko
quitelikelytofall.Ifshe
näki
sawmeoutofthecornerofhereyessheantanut
gavenohintofit—indeed,Iwasmelkein
almostsurprisedintomurmuringanapologyforolin
havingdisturbedherbycomingin.Theother
tyttö
girl,Daisy,madeanattempttorise—sheleanedhieman
slightlyforwardwithaconscientiousexpression—thenshelaughed,anjärjetön
absurd,charminglittlelaugh,andIlaughedmyös
tooandcameforwardintotheroom.“I’mp-paralysedwithhappiness.”
She
nauroi
laughedagain,asifshesaidjotakin
somethingverywitty,andheldmyhandforamoment,lookingupintomyface,lupasi
promisingthattherewasnooneintheworldshesomuchhaluaisi
wantedtosee.Thatwasa
tapa
wayshehad.Shehintedinamurmur
että
thatthesurnameofthebalancinggirlwasBaker
Baker.(I’vehearditsaid
että
thatDaisy’smurmurwasonlytomakeihmiset
peopleleantowardher;an
merkityksetön
irrelevantcriticismthatmadeitei
nolesscharming.)Atanyrate,MissBaker’slipsfluttered,shenoddedatme
melkein
almostimperceptibly,andthenquicklytippedherpäänsä
headbackagain—theobjectshewastasapainotti
balancinghadobviouslytotteredalittleandgivenhersomethingofafright.Jälleen
Againasortofapologynousi
arosetomylips.Almostanyexhibitionofcompleteself-sufficiencydrawsastunnedtributefromme.
I
katsoin
lookedbackatmycousin,joka
whobegantoaskmequestionsinherlow,thrillingvoice.Itwasthe
sellainen
kindofvoicethatthekorva
earfollowsupanddown,asifjokainen
eachspeechisanarrangementofnotesthatwillkoskaan
neverbeplayedagain.Herfacewassad
ja
andlovelywithbrightthingsinit,kirkas
brighteyesandabrightintohimoinen
passionatemouth,buttherewasanjännitystä
excitementinhervoicethatmenjotka
whohadcaredforherfounddifficulttoforget:asingingcompulsion,a
kuiskattu
whispered“Listen,”apromisethatsheoli
haddonegay,excitingthingsjustawhilesinceja
andthatthereweregay,excitingthingshoveringinthenexttunnin
hour.ItoldherhowIhadstoppedoffinChicagoforadayonmyway
Itään
East,andhowadozenpeoplehadsenttheirlovethroughme.“Dothey
kaipaa
missme?”shecriedecstatically.
“Thewhole
kaupunki
townisdesolate.Allthecars
on
havetheleftrearwheelmaalattu
paintedblackasamourningwreath,ja
andthere’sapersistentwailallyön
nightalongthenorthshore.”“Howgorgeous!
Let’s
mennään
goback,Tom.Tomorrow!”
Thenshe
lisäsi
addedirrelevantly:“Yououghtto
nähdä
seethebaby.”“I’dliketo.”
“She’sasleep.
She’sthreeyearsold.
Haven’tyouever
nähnyt
seenher?”“Never.”
“Well,yououghttosee
hänet
her.She’s—”.
TomBuchanan,who
oli
hadbeenhoveringrestlesslyabouttheroom,pysähtyi
stoppedandrestedhishandonmyshoulder.“Whatyou
teet
doing,Nick?”“I’mabondman.”
“Whowith?”
I
kerroin
toldhim.“Neverheardofthem,”he
huomautti
remarkeddecisively.Thisannoyedme.
“Youwill,”I
vastasin
answeredshortly.“Youwillifyou
pysyt
stayintheEast.”“Oh,I’ll
jään
stayintheEast,don’tyouworry,”hesanoi
said,glancingatDaisyandthentakaisin
backatme,asifhewerevalppaana
alertforsomethingmore.“I’dbeaGoddamnedfooltoliveanywhereelse.”
Atthis
vaiheessa
pointMissBakersaid:“Absolutely!”
withsuchsuddennessthatIstarted—itwasthe
ensimmäinen
firstwordshehadutteredsinceItulin
cameintotheroom.Evidentlyitsurprisedheras
paljon
muchasitdidme,forsheyawnedandwithaseriesofrapid,deftmovementsstoodupintotheroom.“I’mstiff,”she
valitti
complained,“I’vebeenlyingonthatsofaforaskauan
longasIcanremember.”“Don’t
katso
lookatme,”Daisyretorted,“I’vebeenyrittänyt
tryingtogetyoutoNewYorkallafternoon.”“No,thanks,”
sanoi
saidMissBakertothefourcocktailsjuuri
justinfromthepantry.“I’m
ehdottomasti
absolutelyintraining.”Herhost
katsoi
lookedatherincredulously.“Youare!”
He
otti
tookdownhisdrinkasifitwereapisara
dropinthebottomofaglass.“Howyouevergetanythingdoneisbeyondme.”
I
katsoin
lookedatMissBaker,wonderingwhatitwasshe“gotdone.”I
nautin
enjoyedlookingather.Shewasaslender,small-breasted
tyttö
girl,withanerectcarriage,whichsheaccentuatedbyheittämällä
throwingherbodybackwardattheshoulderskuin
likeayoungcadet.Hergreysun-strainedeyeslookedbackatmewithpolitereciprocalcuriosityoutofawan,charming,discontentedface.
Itoccurredtome
nyt
nowthatIhadseenher,tai
orapictureofher,somewhereennen
before.“YouliveinWestEgg,”she
huomautti
remarkedcontemptuously.“Iknowsomebodythere.”
“Idon’t
tunne
knowasingle—”.“Youmust
tuntea
knowGatsby.”“Gatsby?”
demandedDaisy.
“WhatGatsby?”
BeforeIcould
vastata
replythathewasmyneighbourdinnerwasilmoitettiin
announced;wedginghistensearmimperatively
alle
undermine,TomBuchanancompelledmefromtheroomasthoughheweresiirtäisi
movingacheckertoanothersquare.Slenderly,languidly,theirhandssetlightlyontheirhips,the
kaksi
twoyoungwomenprecededusoutontoarosy-colouredporch,auki
opentowardthesunset,whereneljä
fourcandlesflickeredonthetableinthediminishedwind.“Whycandles?”
objected
Daisy
Daisy,frowning.Shesnappedthemoutwithherfingers.
“In
kahden
twoweeksit’llbethepisin
longestdayintheyear.”She
katsoi
lookedatusallradiantly.“Doyou
aina
alwayswatchforthelongestdayofthevuoden
yearandthenmissit?I
aina
alwayswatchforthelongestdayinthevuoden
yearandthenmissit.”“Weoughtto
suunnitella
plansomething,”yawnedMissBaker,istuen
sittingdownatthetableasifsheweregettingintobed.“Allright,”
sanoi
saidDaisy.“What’llweplan?”
Sheturnedtomehelplessly:
“Whatdo
ihmiset
peopleplan?”BeforeIcould
vastata
answerhereyesfastenedwithanawedexpressiononherpikku
littlefinger.“Look!”
shecomplained;
“Ihurtit.”
We
kaikki
alllooked—theknucklewasblackja
andblue.“Youdidit,Tom,”she
sanoi
saidaccusingly.“Iknowyoudidn’t
tarkoittanut
meanto,butyoudidteit
doit.That’swhatIgetformarryingabruteofa
miehen
man,agreat,big,hulkingphysicalspecimenofa—”.“Ihatethatword‘hulking,’ ”objectedTomcrossly,“eveninkidding.”
“Hulking,”
vaati
insistedDaisy.SometimessheandMiss
Baker
Bakertalkedatonce,unobtrusivelyandwithabanteringinconsequencethatwaskoskaan
neverquitechatter,thatwasasviileä
coolastheirwhitedressesandtheirimpersonaleyesintheabsenceofalldesire.Theywere
täällä
here,andtheyacceptedTomja
andme,makingonlyapolitepleasantefforttoentertaintai
ortobeentertained.They
tiesivät
knewthatpresentlydinnerwouldbeoverja
andalittlelatertheilta
eveningtoowouldbeoverja
andcasuallyputaway.Itwassharplydifferentfromthe
Lännessä
West,whereaneveningwashurriedfromphasetophasekohti
towardsitsclose,inacontinuallydisappointedanticipationtai
orelseinsheernervousdreadofthehetkestä
momentitself.“Youmakeme
tuntemaan
feeluncivilized,Daisy,”Iconfessedonmysecondglassofcorkymutta
butratherimpressiveclaret.“Can’tyou
puhua
talkaboutcropsorsomething?”I
tarkoittanut
meantnothinginparticularbytällä
thisremark,butitwasotettiin
takenupinanunexpectedtavalla
way.“Civilization’sgoingtopieces,”brokeoutTom
väkivaltaisesti
violently.“I’vegottentobeaterriblepessimistaboutthings.
HaveyoureadTheRiseoftheColouredEmpiresbythismanGoddard?”
“Why,no,”I
vastasin
answered,rathersurprisedbyhistone.“Well,it’sa
hieno
finebook,andeverybodyoughttolukea
readit.Theideais
jos
ifwedon’tlookoutthevalkoinen
whiteracewillbe—willbetäysin
utterlysubmerged.It’sallscientificstuff;
it’sbeenproved.”