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The Great Gatsby | Progressive Translation Books for French A1 Students

The Great Gatsby | Progressive Translation Books for French A1 Students

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I
Inmyyounger
et
andmorevulnerableyearsmy
père
fathergavemesomeadvice
que
thatI’vebeenturningoverinmymindever
depuis
since.
“Wheneveryoufeellikecriticizinganyone,”he
dit
toldme,“justrememberthat
toutes
allthepeopleinthis
monde
worldhaven’thadtheadvantages
que
thatyou’vehad.”
Hedidn’t
dire
sayanymore,butwe’ve
toujours
alwaysbeenunusuallycommunicativeinareserved
manière
way,andIunderstoodthathemeantagreatdeal
plus
morethanthat.
Inconsequence,I’minclinedtoreserve
tous
alljudgements,ahabitthathas
ouvert
openedupmanycuriousnaturestome
et
andalsomademethevictimofnot
une
afewveteranbores.
Theabnormalmindisquicktodetect
et
andattachitselftothisqualitywhenitappearsinanormal
personne
person,andsoitcameabout
que
thatincollegeIwasunjustlyaccusedofbeingapolitician,
parce que
becauseIwasprivytothesecretgriefsofwild,unknownmen.
Mostoftheconfidenceswereunsought—frequentlyIhavefeigned
sommeil
sleep,preoccupation,orahostilelevity
quand
whenIrealizedbysomeunmistakable
signe
signthatanintimaterevelationwasquiveringonthehorizon;
fortheintimaterevelationsofyoungmen,
ou
oratleastthetermsinwhichtheyexpressthem,areusuallyplagiaristic
et
andmarredbyobvioussuppressions.
Reservingjudgementsis
une
amatterofinfinitehope.
Iamstill
un
alittleafraidofmissing
quelque chose
somethingifIforgetthat,asmy
père
fathersnobbishlysuggested,andIsnobbishlyrepeat,
un
asenseofthefundamentaldecenciesisparcelledoutunequallyatbirth.
Et
And,afterboastingthiswayofmytolerance,I
viens
cometotheadmissionthatithas
une
alimit.
Conductmaybefoundedonthehardrock
ou
orthewetmarshes,but
après
afteracertainpointIdon’tcarewhatit’sfounded
sur
on.
WhenIcamebackfrom
le
theEastlastautumnI
senti
feltthatIwantedthe
monde
worldtobeinuniform
et
andatasortofmoralattentionforever;
I
voulais
wantednomoreriotousexcursions
avec
withprivilegedglimpsesintothe
humain
humanheart.
OnlyGatsby,themanwho
donne
giveshisnametothis
livre
book,wasexemptfrommyreaction—Gatsby,whorepresented
tout
everythingforwhichIhave
un
anunaffectedscorn.
Ifpersonalityisanunbrokenseriesofsuccessfulgestures,thentherewas
quelque chose
somethinggorgeousabouthim,someheightenedsensitivitytothepromisesof
vie
life,asifhewererelatedtooneof
ces
thoseintricatemachinesthatregisterearthquakes
dix
tenthousandmilesaway.
Thisresponsivenesshad
rien
nothingtodowiththatflabbyimpressionabilitywhichisdignifiedunderthe
nom
nameofthe“creativetemperament”—itwasanextraordinarygiftforhope,aromanticreadinesssuchasIhave
jamais
neverfoundinanyother
personne
personandwhichitisnotlikelyIshallever
retrouverai
findagain.
No—Gatsbyturnedout
tout
allrightattheend;
itiswhatpreyedonGatsby,whatfouldustfloatedinthe
sillage
wakeofhisdreamsthattemporarily
fermé
closedoutmyinterestintheabortivesorrows
et
andshort-windedelationsofmen.
My
famille
familyhavebeenprominent,well-to-dopeoplein
cette
thisMiddleWesterncityfor
trois
threegenerations.
TheCarrawaysaresomethingofaclan,
et
andwehaveatraditionthatwe’redescendedfromtheDukesofBuccleuch,
mais
buttheactualfounderofmylinewasmygrandfather’s
frère
brother,whocamehereinfifty-one,
envoyé
sentasubstitutetotheCivil
Guerre
War,andstartedthewholesalehardwarebusinessthatmy
père
fathercarriesontoday.
I
jamais
neversawthisgreat-uncle,butI’msupposedto
ressembler
looklikehim—withspecialreferencetotheratherhard-boiledpainting
qui
thathangsinfather’soffice.
IgraduatedfromNewHavenin1915,
juste
justaquarterofacentury
après
aftermyfather,anda
peu
littlelaterIparticipatedinthatdelayedTeutonicmigrationknownas
le
theGreatWar.
Ienjoyed
le
thecounter-raidsothoroughlythatIcamebackrestless.
Insteadofbeing
le
thewarmcentreofthe
monde
world,theMiddleWestnowseemedlike
le
theraggededgeoftheuniverse—soIdecidedtogoEast
et
andlearnthebondbusiness.
Tout le monde
EverybodyIknewwasin
le
thebondbusiness,soIsupposedit
pourrait
couldsupportonemoresingle
homme
man.
Allmyauntsanduncles
parlé
talkeditoverasiftheywerechoosing
une
aprepschoolforme,
et
andfinallysaid,“Why—ye-es,”with
très
verygrave,hesitantfaces.
Fatheragreedtofinancemefor
un
ayear,andaftervariousdelaysIcameEast,permanently,I
pensais
thought,inthespringoftwenty-two.
La
Thepracticalthingwasto
trouver
findroomsinthecity,
mais
butitwasawarmseason,
et
andIhadjustlefta
pays
countryofwidelawnsandfriendlytrees,so
quand
whenayoungmanat
la
theofficesuggestedthatwe
prenions
takeahousetogetherinacommutingtown,itsoundedlikeagreat
idée
idea.
Hefoundthehouse,
un
aweather-beatencardboardbungalowateighty
un
amonth,butatthe
dernière
lastminutethefirmorderedhimtoWashington,
et
andIwentouttothe
campagne
countryalone.
Ihadadog—at
moins
leastIhadhimfora
quelques
fewdaysuntilheranaway—andan
vieux
oldDodgeandaFinnish
femme
woman,whomademybed
et
andcookedbreakfastandmutteredFinnishwisdomtoherselfovertheelectricstove.
Itwaslonelyfora
jour
dayorsountilone
matin
morningsomeman,morerecentlyarrived
que
thanI,stoppedmeon
la
theroad.
“HowdoyougettoWestEggvillage?”
he
demandé
askedhelplessly.
Itoldhim.
Et
AndasIwalkedonIwaslonelynolonger.
Iwasaguide,apathfinder,anoriginalsettler.
Hehadcasuallyconferredonme
la
thefreedomoftheneighbourhood.
Et
Andsowiththesunshine
et
andthegreatburstsofleavesgrowingonthetrees,justasthingsgrowinfastmovies,Ihadthatfamiliarconvictionthat
vie
lifewasbeginningoveragain
avec
withthesummer.
Therewassomuchto
lire
read,foronething,andsomuchfinehealthtobepulleddownoutofthe
jeune
youngbreath-givingair.
Ibought
une
adozenvolumesonbanking
et
andcreditandinvestmentsecurities,
et
andtheystoodonmyshelfin
rouge
redandgoldlikenewmoneyfromthemint,
promettant
promisingtounfoldtheshiningsecrets
que
thatonlyMidasandMorgan
et
andMaecenasknew.
AndIhadthehighintentionof
lire
readingmanyotherbooksbesides.
Iwasratherliteraryincollege—one
année
yearIwroteaseriesof
très
verysolemnandobviouseditorialsfortheYaleNews—and
maintenant
nowIwasgoingto
ramener
bringbackallsuchthingsintomy
vie
lifeandbecomeagainthat
plus
mostlimitedofallspecialists,the“well-roundedman.”
Ce
Thisisn’tjustanepigram—lifeis
beaucoup
muchmoresuccessfullylookedatfromasinglewindow,
après
afterall.
Itwasa
question
matterofchancethatIshouldhaverenteda
maison
houseinoneofthestrangestcommunitiesinNorthAmerica.
ItwasonthatslenderriotousislandwhichextendsitselfdueeastofNewYork—and
où
wherethereare,amongothernaturalcuriosities,
deux
twounusualformationsofland.
Twentymilesfromthe
ville
cityapairofenormouseggs,identicalincontour
et
andseparatedonlybyacourtesybay,jutoutintothe
plus
mostdomesticatedbodyofsaltwaterintheWesternhemisphere,thegreatwetbarnyardof
Long
LongIslandSound.
Theyarenotperfectovals—like
les
theeggintheColumbusstory,theyare
deux
bothcrushedflatatthecontactend—buttheirphysicalresemblance
doit
mustbeasourceofperpetualwonderto
les
thegullsthatflyoverhead.
Tothewingless
un
amoreinterestingphenomenonistheirdissimilarityin
tous
everyparticularexceptshapeandsize.
IlivedatWestEgg,the—well,thelessfashionableofthe
deux
two,thoughthisisamostsuperficialtagtoexpressthebizarre
et
andnotalittlesinistercontrast
entre
betweenthem.
Myhousewasattheverytipoftheegg,onlyfiftyyardsfromtheSound,
et
andsqueezedbetweentwohugeplaces
qui
thatrentedfortwelveorfifteenthousandaseason.
Theoneonmy
droite
rightwasacolossalaffairbyanystandard—itwasafactualimitationofsomeHôteldeVilleinNormandy,
avec
withatoweronone
côté
side,spankingnewunderathinbeardofrawivy,
et
andamarbleswimmingpool,
et
andmorethanfortyacresoflawn
et
andgarden.
ItwasGatsby’smansion.
Ou
Or,rather,asIdidn’t
connaissais
knowMr.Gatsby,itwas
un
amansioninhabitedbyagentlemanofthat
nom
name.
Myownhousewasaneyesore,
mais
butitwasasmalleyesore,
et
andithadbeenoverlooked,soIhadaviewof
la
thewater,apartialviewofmyneighbour’slawn,
et
andtheconsolingproximityofmillionaires—allforeightydollarsamonth.
AcrossthecourtesybaythewhitepalacesoffashionableEastEggglitteredalongthewater,
et
andthehistoryofthesummer
vraiment
reallybeginsontheeveningIdroveover
là-bas
theretohavedinnerwiththeTomBuchanans.
Daisywasmy
second
secondcousinonceremoved,andI’d
connu
knownTomincollege.
And
juste
justafterthewarIspent
deux
twodayswiththeminChicago.
Her
mari
husband,amongvariousphysicalaccomplishments,hadbeenoneof
les
themostpowerfulendsthatever
joué
playedfootballatNewHaven—anationalfigureina
manière
way,oneofthosemenwhoreachsuchanacutelimitedexcellenceattwenty-onethat
tout
everythingafterwardsavoursofanticlimax.
His
famille
familywereenormouslywealthy—evenincollegehisfreedom
avec
withmoneywasamatterforreproach—but
maintenant
nowhe’dleftChicagoand
venu
comeEastinafashion
qui
thatrathertookyourbreathaway:
forinstance,he’d
apporté
broughtdownastringofpoloponiesfromLakeForest.
Itwas
difficile
hardtorealizethata
homme
maninmyowngenerationwaswealthyenoughto
faire
dothat.
WhytheycameEastIdon’t
sais
know.
Theyhadspenta
an
yearinFrancefornoparticularreason,
et
andthendriftedhereandthereunrestfullywherever
gens
peopleplayedpoloandwererich
ensemble
together.
Thiswasapermanentmove,
dit
saidDaisyoverthetelephone,
mais
butIdidn’tbelieveit—Ihad
pas
nosightintoDaisy’sheart,
mais
butIfeltthatTom
allait
woulddriftonforeverseeking,
un
alittlewistfully,forthedramaticturbulenceofsomeirrecoverablefootballgame.
Et
AndsoithappenedthatonawarmwindyeveningIdroveovertoEastEggto
voir
seetwooldfriendswhomIscarcely
connaissais
knewatall.
Theirhousewaseven
plus
moreelaboratethanIexpected,
un
acheerfulred-and-whiteGeorgianColonialmansion,overlooking
la
thebay.
Thelawnstartedatthebeach
et
andrantowardsthefront
porte
doorforaquarterof
un
amile,jumpingoversundials
et
andbrickwalksandburninggardens—finally
quand
whenitreachedthehousedriftingupthe
côté
sideinbrightvinesas
si
thoughfromthemomentumofits
courait
run.
Thefrontwasbrokenby
une
alineofFrenchwindows,glowing
maintenant
nowwithreflectedgoldandwide
ouvert
opentothewarmwindyafternoon,
et
andTomBuchananinridingclotheswas
tenait
standingwithhislegsaparton
le
thefrontporch.
Hehad
changé
changedsincehisNewHavenyears.
Maintenant
Nowhewasasturdystraw-haired
homme
manofthirty,witharatherhardmouth
et
andasuperciliousmanner.
Twoshiningarroganteyeshadestablisheddominance
sur
overhisfaceandgavehim
la
theappearanceofalwaysleaningaggressivelyforward.
Not
même
eventheeffeminateswankofhisridingclothes
pouvait
couldhidetheenormouspowerofthatbody—heseemedtofill
ces
thoseglisteningbootsuntilhestrained
le
thetoplacing,andyou
pouvait
couldseeagreatpackofmuscleshifting
quand
whenhisshouldermovedunderhisthincoat.
Itwas
un
abodycapableofenormousleverage—acruel
corps
body.
Hisspeakingvoice,agruffhuskytenor,addedtotheimpressionoffractiousnessheconveyed.
Therewas
une
atouchofpaternalcontemptinit,
même
eventowardpeopleheliked—andthereweremenatNewHaven
qui
whohadhatedhisguts.
“Now,don’t
pensez
thinkmyopiniononthesemattersisfinal,”heseemedto
dire
say,“justbecauseI’mstronger
et
andmoreofaman
que
thanyouare.”
Wewerein
la
thesameseniorsociety,andwhilewewere
jamais
neverintimateIalwayshad
la
theimpressionthatheapprovedofme
et
andwantedmetolikehim
avec
withsomeharsh,defiantwistfulnessofhis
propre
own.
Wetalkedfora
quelques
fewminutesonthesunnyporch.
“I’vegot
une
aniceplacehere,”he
dit
said,hiseyesflashingaboutrestlessly.
Tournant
Turningmearoundbyonearm,he
déplacé
movedabroadflathandalongthe
avant
frontvista,includinginitssweepasunkenItaliangarden,a
demi
halfacreofdeep,pungentroses,
et
andasnub-nosedmotorboatthatbumpedthetideoffshore.
“ItbelongedtoDemaine,theoilman.”
Heturnedmearound
nouveau
again,politelyandabruptly.
“We’ll
irons
goinside.”
Wewalkedthrough
un
ahighhallwayintoabrightrosy-colouredspace,fragilelyboundinto
la
thehousebyFrenchwindowsateitherend.
Thewindowswereajar
et
andgleamingwhiteagainstthefreshgrassoutside
qui
thatseemedtogrowa
peu
littlewayintothehouse.
Abreezeblew
travers
throughtheroom,blewcurtainsinatone
extrémité
endandouttheotherlikepaleflags,twistingthemuptowardthefrostedwedding-cakeoftheceiling,
et
andthenrippledoverthewine-colouredrug,makingashadowonitaswinddoesonthesea.
Theonlycompletelystationaryobjectintheroomwas
un
anenormouscouchonwhich
deux
twoyoungwomenwerebuoyedupasthoughupon
un
ananchoredballoon.
Theywere
deux
bothinwhite,andtheirdresseswererippling
et
andflutteringasiftheyhad
juste
justbeenblownbackin
après
afterashortflightaroundthe
maison
house.
Imusthavestoodfora
quelques
fewmomentslisteningtothewhip
et
andsnapofthecurtains
et
andthegroanofapictureon
le
thewall.
Thentherewas
un
aboomasTomBuchanan
fermait
shuttherearwindowsandthecaughtwinddiedoutabouttheroom,
et
andthecurtainsandtherugs
et
andthetwoyoungwomenballoonedslowlytothefloor.
Le
Theyoungerofthetwowas
un
astrangertome.
Shewasextendedfulllengthather
extrémité
endofthedivan,completelymotionless,
et
andwithherchinraised
un
alittle,asifshewerebalancing
quelque chose
somethingonitwhichwas
tout à fait
quitelikelytofall.
Ifshe
voyait
sawmeoutofthecornerofhereyesshe
donnait
gavenohintofit—indeed,Iwas
presque
almostsurprisedintomurmuringanapologyforhavingdisturbedherbycoming
en
in.
Theothergirl,Daisy,
fait
madeanattempttorise—sheleanedslightlyforward
avec
withaconscientiousexpression—thenshelaughed,anabsurd,charming
petit
littlelaugh,andIlaughed
aussi
tooandcameforwardinto
la
theroom.
“I’mp-paralysedwithhappiness.”
Shelaughed
nouveau
again,asifshesaid
quelque chose
somethingverywitty,andheldmy
main
handforamoment,lookingupintomyface,
promettant
promisingthattherewasnoonein
le
theworldshesomuchwantedto
voir
see.
Thatwasawayshehad.
Shehintedin
un
amurmurthatthesurnameofthebalancing
fille
girlwasBaker.
(I’veheardit
dire
saidthatDaisy’smurmurwasonlyto
faire
makepeopleleantowardher;
une
anirrelevantcriticismthatmadeit
pas
nolesscharming.)
Atanyrate,
Mlle
MissBaker’slipsfluttered,shenoddedatme
presque
almostimperceptibly,andthenquicklytippedher
tête
headbackagain—theobjectshewasbalancinghadobviouslytottered
un
alittleandgivenher
quelque chose
somethingofafright.
Again
une
asortofapologyarosetomylips.
Presque
Almostanyexhibitionofcompleteself-sufficiencydraws
un
astunnedtributefromme.
I
regardé
lookedbackatmycousin,
qui
whobegantoaskmequestionsinherlow,thrillingvoice.
Itwas
le
thekindofvoicethat
le
theearfollowsupand
bas
down,asifeachspeechis
un
anarrangementofnotesthatwill
jamais
neverbeplayedagain.
Her
visage
facewassadandlovely
avec
withbrightthingsinit,brighteyes
et
andabrightpassionatemouth,
mais
buttherewasanexcitementinhervoicethatmenwhohadcaredforher
trouvaient
founddifficulttoforget:
a
chanter
singingcompulsion,awhispered“Listen,”a
promesse
promisethatshehaddonegay,excitingthingsjustawhilesince
et
andthatthereweregay,excitingthingshoveringinthenexthour.
I
dit
toldherhowIhad
arrêté
stoppedoffinChicagofor
une
adayonmywayEast,
et
andhowadozenpeoplehad
envoyé
senttheirlovethroughme.
“Dothey
manque
missme?”
shecriedecstatically.
“The
toute
wholetownisdesolate.
Allthecars
ont
havetheleftrearwheelpainted
noir
blackasamourningwreath,
et
andthere’sapersistentwail
toutes
allnightalongthenorthshore.”
“Howgorgeous!
Let’sgoback,Tom.
Tomorrow!”
Thensheaddedirrelevantly:
“Yououghtto
voir
seethebaby.”
“I’dliketo.”
“She’sasleep.
She’s
trois
threeyearsold.
Haven’tyoueverseenher?”
“Never.”
“Well,yououghtto
voir
seeher.
She’s—”.
TomBuchanan,
qui
whohadbeenhoveringrestlesslyabout
la
theroom,stoppedandrestedhis
main
handonmyshoulder.
“Whatyou
fais
doing,Nick?”
“I’mabondman.”
“Whowith?”
I
dit
toldhim.
“Neverheardofthem,”heremarkeddecisively.
Thisannoyedme.
“Youwill,”I
répondis
answeredshortly.
“Youwillifyou
restez
stayintheEast.”
“Oh,I’ll
resterai
stayintheEast,don’tyouworry,”he
dit
said,glancingatDaisyandthenbackat
moi
me,asifhewerealertfor
quelque chose
somethingmore.
“I’dbeaGoddamnedfoolto
vivre
liveanywhereelse.”
Atthispoint
Mlle
MissBakersaid:
“Absolutely!”
withsuchsuddenness
que
thatIstarted—itwasthe
premier
firstwordshehaduttered
depuis
sinceIcameintotheroom.
Evidentlyitsurprisedherasmuchasitdid
moi
me,forsheyawnedand
avec
withaseriesofrapid,deftmovementsstoodupinto
la
theroom.
“I’mstiff,”shecomplained,“I’vebeenlyingonthatsofaforaslongasIcanremember.”
“Don’t
regarde
lookatme,”Daisyretorted,“I’vebeen
essayé
tryingtogetyoutoNewYork
tout
allafternoon.”
“No,thanks,”said
Mlle
MissBakertothefourcocktailsjustinfromthepantry.
“I’mabsolutelyintraining.”
Herhost
regarda
lookedatherincredulously.
“Youare!”
Hetookdownhisdrinkasifitwereadropin
le
thebottomofaglass.
“Howyouevergetanything
faire
doneisbeyondme.”
I
regardé
lookedatMissBaker,wonderingwhatitwasshe“gotdone.”
Ienjoyed
regarder
lookingather.
Shewasaslender,small-breasted
fille
girl,withanerectcarriage,whichsheaccentuatedbythrowingher
corps
bodybackwardattheshoulders
comme
likeayoungcadet.
Hergreysun-strainedeyes
regardaient
lookedbackatmewithpolitereciprocalcuriosityoutof
une
awan,charming,discontentedface.
Itoccurredtome
maintenant
nowthatIhadseenher,
ou
orapictureofher,somewhere
avant
before.
“YouliveinWestEgg,”sheremarkedcontemptuously.
“I
connais
knowsomebodythere.”
“Idon’t
connais
knowasingle—”.
“Youmust
connaître
knowGatsby.”
“Gatsby?”
demandedDaisy.
“WhatGatsby?”
Avant
BeforeIcouldreplythathewasmyneighbour
dîner
dinnerwasannounced;
wedginghistensearmimperatively
sous
undermine,TomBuchanancompelledmefromtheroomasthoughhewere
déplaçait
movingacheckertoanothersquare.
Slenderly,languidly,theirhandssetlightlyontheirhips,the
deux
twoyoungwomenprecededusoutonto
un
arosy-colouredporch,opentowardthesunset,
où
wherefourcandlesflickeredonthetableinthediminishedwind.
“Whycandles?”
objectedDaisy,frowning.
Shesnappedthemout
avec
withherfingers.
“Intwoweeksit’llbe
le
thelongestdayintheyear.”
She
regardait
lookedatusallradiantly.
“Doyou
toujours
alwayswatchforthelongest
jour
dayoftheyearandthen
manquez
missit?
Ialwayswatchfor
le
thelongestdayintheyear
et
andthenmissit.”
“Weoughtto
planifier
plansomething,”yawnedMissBaker,sittingdownat
la
thetableasifsheweregettinginto
coucher
bed.
“Allright,”saidDaisy.
“What’llweplan?”
Sheturnedtomehelplessly:
“Whatdo
gens
peopleplan?”
BeforeIcould
répondre
answerhereyesfastenedwith
une
anawedexpressiononher
petit
littlefinger.
“Look!”
shecomplained;
“I
blessé
hurtit.”
Wealllooked—theknucklewasblack
et
andblue.
“Youdidit,Tom,”she
dit
saidaccusingly.
“Iknowyoudidn’tmeanto,
mais
butyoudiddoit.
That’swhatIgetfor
épousé
marryingabruteofa
homme
man,agreat,big,hulkingphysicalspecimenofa—”.
“I
déteste
hatethatword‘hulking,’ ”objectedTomcrossly,“eveninkidding.”
“Hulking,”insistedDaisy.
Parfois
SometimessheandMissBaker
parlaient
talkedatonce,unobtrusivelyand
avec
withabanteringinconsequencethatwas
jamais
neverquitechatter,thatwasascoolastheirwhitedresses
et
andtheirimpersonaleyesintheabsenceof
tout
alldesire.
Theywerehere,
et
andtheyacceptedTomand
moi
me,makingonlyapolitepleasantefforttoentertain
ou
ortobeentertained.
They
savaient
knewthatpresentlydinnerwouldbeover
et
andalittlelatertheevening
aussi
toowouldbeoverandcasuallyputaway.
Itwassharply
différent
differentfromtheWest,whereaneveningwashurriedfromphasetophasetowardsitsclose,inacontinuallydisappointedanticipation
ou
orelseinsheernervousdreadofthemomentitself.
“You
faites
makemefeeluncivilized,Daisy,”Iconfessedonmy
deuxième
secondglassofcorkybutratherimpressiveclaret.
“Can’tyou
parler
talkaboutcropsorsomething?”
Imeant
rien
nothinginparticularbythisremark,
mais
butitwastakenupinanunexpected
manière
way.
“Civilization’sgoingtopieces,”brokeoutTomviolently.
“I’vegottentobe
un
aterriblepessimistaboutthings.
Haveyou
lu
readTheRiseoftheColouredEmpiresby
cet
thismanGoddard?”
“Why,no,”I
répondis
answered,rathersurprisedbyhistone.
“Well,it’s
un
afinebook,andeverybodyoughtto
lire
readit.
Theideais
si
ifwedon’tlookout
la
thewhiteracewillbe—willbeutterlysubmerged.
It’s
tout
allscientificstuff;
it’sbeenproved.”