I
Inmyyoungerandmorevulnerableyearsmy
पिता
fathergavemesomeadviceजो
thatI’vebeenturningoverinmyदिमाग
mindeversince.“Wheneveryoufeellikecriticizinganyone,”hetold
मुझसे
me,“justrememberthatalltheलोगों
peopleinthisworldhaven’thadtheadvantagesthatyou’vehad.”Hedidn’t
कहा
sayanymore,butwe’veहमेशा
alwaysbeenunusuallycommunicativeinएक
areservedway,andIunderstoodकि
thathemeantagreatdealmoreसे
thanthat.Inconsequence,I’minclinedtoreserve
सभी
alljudgements,ahabitthathasopenedupकई
manycuriousnaturestomeऔर
andalsomademethevictimofnotएक
afewveteranbores.Theabnormal
मन
mindisquicktodetectऔर
andattachitselftothisqualityजब
whenitappearsinanormalव्यक्ति
person,andsoitcameaboutकि
thatincollegeIwasunjustlyaccusedofbeingएक
apolitician,becauseIwasprivytothesecretgriefsofwild,unknownmen.अधिकांश
Mostoftheconfidenceswereunsought—frequentlyIhavefeignedनींद
sleep,preoccupation,orahostilelevityजब
whenIrealizedbysomeunmistakableसंकेत
signthatanintimaterevelationwasquiveringonthehorizon;fortheintimaterevelationsofyoungmen,
या
oratleastthetermsinwhichtheyexpressउन्हें
them,areusuallyplagiaristicandmarredbyobvioussuppressions.Reservingjudgementsisamatterofinfinite
आशा
hope.Iamstilla
थोड़ा
littleafraidofmissingsomethingयदि
ifIforgetthat,asmyपिता
fathersnobbishlysuggested,andIsnobbishlyrepeat,asenseofthefundamentaldecenciesisparcelledoutunequallyatbirth.और
And,afterboastingthiswayofmytolerance,Icometotheadmissionकि
thatithasalimit.Conductmaybefoundedonthehardrock
या
orthewetmarshes,butबाद
afteracertainpointIdon’tपरवाह
carewhatit’sfoundedon.जब
WhenIcamebackfromtheEastlastautumnIfeltकि
thatIwantedtheworldtobeinuniformऔर
andatasortofmoralattentionforever;Iwantedno
और
moreriotousexcursionswithprivilegedglimpsesintotheमानव
humanheart.OnlyGatsby,themanwhogiveshis
नाम
nametothisbook,wasexemptfrommyreaction—Gatsby,whorepresentedeverythingforwhichIhaveएक
anunaffectedscorn.Ifpersonalityisanunbrokenseriesofsuccessfulgestures,thentherewassomethinggorgeous
बारे
abouthim,someheightenedsensitivitytothepromisesofजीवन
life,asifhewererelatedtooneofउन
thoseintricatemachinesthatregisterearthquakesदस
tenthousandmilesaway.Thisresponsivenesshadnothingto
किया
dowiththatflabbyimpressionabilitywhichisdignifiedundertheनाम
nameofthe“creativetemperament”—itwasanextraordinarygiftforआशा
hope,aromanticreadinesssuchasIhaveneverfoundinanyअन्य
otherpersonandwhichitisnotlikelyIshalleverfindफिर
again.No—Gatsbyturnedoutallrightatthe
अंत
end;itiswhatpreyedonGatsby,whatfouldustfloatedin
को
thewakeofhisdreamsकि
thattemporarilyclosedoutmyinterestinको
theabortivesorrowsandshort-windedelationsofmen.My
परिवार
familyhavebeenprominent,well-to-dopeopleinइस
thisMiddleWesterncityforतीन
threegenerations.TheCarrawaysare
कुछ
somethingofaclan,andwehaveएक
atraditionthatwe’redescendedfromtheDukesofBuccleuch,लेकिन
buttheactualfounderofmyलाइन
linewasmygrandfather’sbrother,whocameयहाँ
hereinfifty-one,sentasubstitutetotheCivilWar,और
andstartedthewholesalehardwareव्यापार
businessthatmyfathercarriesonआज
today.Ineversawthisgreat-uncle,
लेकिन
butI’msupposedtolookतरह
likehim—withspecialreferencetotheratherhard-boiledpaintingthathangsinfather’sकार्यालय
office.IgraduatedfromNewHavenin1915,just
एक
aquarterofacenturyaftermyपिता
father,andalittlelaterIparticipatedinउस
thatdelayedTeutonicmigrationknownastheमहान
GreatWar.Ienjoyedthecounter-raidsothoroughly
कि
thatIcamebackrestless.Insteadofbeingthewarmcentreofthe
दुनिया
world,theMiddleWestnowseemedतरह
liketheraggededgeoftheuniverse—soIdecidedtogoEastऔर
andlearnthebondbusiness.EverybodyIknewwasinthebond
व्यापार
business,soIsupposeditcouldsupportएक
onemoresingleman.Allmyaunts
और
andunclestalkeditoverasiftheywerechoosingएक
aprepschoolforme,और
andfinallysaid,“Why—ye-es,”withबहुत
verygrave,hesitantfaces.Fatheragreedtofinancemefor
एक
ayear,andaftervariousdelaysIcameEast,permanently,Iसोचा
thought,inthespringoftwenty-two.Thepractical
बात
thingwastofindroomsinthecity,लेकिन
butitwasawarmseason,और
andIhadjustleftएक
acountryofwidelawnsऔर
andfriendlytrees,sowhenएक
ayoungmanattheकार्यालय
officesuggestedthatwetakeएक
ahousetogetherinacommutingtown,itsoundedतरह
likeagreatidea.Hefoundthe
घर
house,aweather-beatencardboardbungalowateightyएक
amonth,butattheअंतिम
lastminutethefirmorderedhimtoWashington,और
andIwentouttotheदेश
countryalone.Ihadadog—at
कम
leastIhadhimforaकुछ
fewdaysuntilheranaway—andanoldDodgeऔर
andaFinnishwoman,whomademyबिस्तर
bedandcookedbreakfastandmutteredFinnishwisdomtoherselfपर
overtheelectricstove.Itwaslonelyfora
दिन
dayorsountiloneसुबह
morningsomeman,morerecentlyarrivedthanI,stoppedmeontheroad.“HowdoyougettoWestEggvillage?”
heaskedhelplessly.
I
बताया
toldhim.AndasIwalkedonIwaslonely
नहीं
nolonger.Iwasaguide,apathfinder,anoriginalsettler.
Hehadcasuallyconferredonmethefreedomoftheneighbourhood.
और
Andsowiththesunshineऔर
andthegreatburstsofleavesgrowingonthetrees,justasthingsgrowinfastmovies,Ihadकि
thatfamiliarconvictionthatlifewasbeginningoverफिर
againwiththesummer.Therewasso
बहुत
muchtoread,foroneबात
thing,andsomuchfinehealthtobepulledनीचे
downoutoftheyoungbreath-givingहवा
air.Iboughtadozenvolumesonbanking
और
andcreditandinvestmentsecurities,और
andtheystoodonmyshelfinलाल
redandgoldlikenewपैसे
moneyfromthemint,promisingtounfoldtheshiningsecretsthatकेवल
onlyMidasandMorganandMaecenasknew.और
AndIhadthehighintentionofreadingबहुत
manyotherbooksbesides.Iwasratherliteraryincollege—one
साल
yearIwroteaseriesofबहुत
verysolemnandobviouseditorialsfortheYaleNews—andअब
nowIwasgoingtoलाने
bringbackallsuchthingsintomyजीवन
lifeandbecomeagainthatसबसे
mostlimitedofallspecialists,the“well-roundedman.”यह
Thisisn’tjustanepigram—lifeismuchmoresuccessfullylookedatfromasinglewindow,afterall.Itwasa
बात
matterofchancethatIचाहिए
shouldhaverentedahouseinoneofthestrangestcommunitiesinNorthAmerica.ItwasonthatslenderriotousislandwhichextendsitselfdueeastofNewYork—and
जहां
wherethereare,amongothernaturalcuriosities,दो
twounusualformationsofland.Twentymilesfromthe
शहर
cityapairofenormouseggs,identicalincontourऔर
andseparatedonlybyacourtesybay,jutबाहर
outintothemostdomesticatedशरीर
bodyofsaltwaterintheWesternhemisphere,theमहान
greatwetbarnyardofLongIslandसाउंड
Sound.Theyarenotperfectovals—liketheeggintheColumbus
कहानी
story,theyarebothcrushedflatatthecontactend—buttheirphysicalresemblanceचाहिए
mustbeasourceofperpetualwondertothegullsजो
thatflyoverhead.Tothewingless
एक
amoreinterestingphenomenonistheirdissimilarityinहर
everyparticularexceptshapeandsize.IlivedatWestEgg,the—well,thelessfashionableofthe
दोनों
two,thoughthisisaसबसे
mostsuperficialtagtoexpressthebizarreऔर
andnotalittlesinistercontrastबीच
betweenthem.Myhousewasatthe
बहुत
verytipoftheegg,onlyfiftyyardsfromtheध्वनि
Sound,andsqueezedbetweentwohugeplacesजो
thatrentedfortwelveorfifteenthousandएक
aseason.Theoneonmyrightwasacolossalaffairbyanystandard—itwasafactualimitationof
कुछ
someHôteldeVilleinNormandy,साथ
withatowerononeside,spankingनया
newunderathinbeardofrawivy,andamarbleswimmingpool,andmorethanfortyacresoflawnandgarden.ItwasGatsby’smansion.
या
Or,rather,asIdidn’tknowMr.Gatsby,itwasएक
amansioninhabitedbyagentlemanofउस
thatname.Myownhousewasaneyesore,
लेकिन
butitwasasmalleyesore,और
andithadbeenoverlooked,soIhadaviewoftheपानी
water,apartialviewofmyneighbour’slawn,और
andtheconsolingproximityofmillionaires—allforeightydollarsamonth.Acrossthecourtesybaythe
सफेद
whitepalacesoffashionableEastEggglitteredalongtheपानी
water,andthehistoryofthesummerवास्तव
reallybeginsontheeveningIdroveovertheretoहै
havedinnerwiththeTomBuchanans.Daisywasmysecondcousin
बार
onceremoved,andI’dknownTomincollege.और
AndjustafterthewarIspentदो
twodayswiththeminChicago.Her
पति
husband,amongvariousphysicalaccomplishments,hadbeenoneoftheसबसे
mostpowerfulendsthateverplayedfootballatNewHaven—anationalfigureinaतरह
way,oneofthosemenwhoreachइतनी
suchanacutelimitedexcellenceattwenty-onethatसब कुछ
everythingafterwardsavoursofanticlimax.His
परिवार
familywereenormouslywealthy—evenincollegehisfreedomwithधन
moneywasamatterforreproach—butअब
nowhe’dleftChicagoandcomeEastinएक
afashionthatrathertookyourbreathaway:forinstance,he’dbrought
नीचे
downastringofpoloponiesfromLakeForest.Itwas
मुश्किल
hardtorealizethataआदमी
maninmyowngenerationwaswealthyपर्याप्त
enoughtodothat.WhytheycameEastIdon’tknow.
Theyhadspenta
वर्ष
yearinFrancefornoparticularकारण
reason,andthendriftedhereऔर
andthereunrestfullywhereverpeopleplayedpoloऔर
andwererichtogether.Thiswasapermanent
कदम
move,saidDaisyoverthetelephone,लेकिन
butIdidn’tbelieveit—IhadnosightintoDaisy’sदिल
heart,butIfeltthatTomwoulddriftonforeverseeking,alittlewistfully,forthedramaticturbulenceofकुछ
someirrecoverablefootballgame.Andsoithappened
कि
thatonawarmwindyशाम
eveningIdroveovertoEastEggtoseeदो
twooldfriendswhomIscarcelyknewatall.Their
घर
housewasevenmoreelaborateसे
thanIexpected,acheerfulred-and-whiteGeorgianColonialmansion,overlookingको
thebay.Thelawnstartedatthebeach
और
andrantowardsthefrontdoorforएक
aquarterofamile,jumpingoversundialsऔर
andbrickwalksandburninggardens—finallyजब
whenitreachedthehousedriftinguptheओर
sideinbrightvinesasthoughfromthemomentumofitsrun.Thefrontwasbrokenby
एक
alineofFrenchwindows,glowingअब
nowwithreflectedgoldandwideopentothewarmwindyafternoon,और
andTomBuchananinridingclotheswasstandingसाथ
withhislegsapartonthefrontporch.HehadchangedsincehisNewHavenyears.
अब
Nowhewasasturdystraw-hairedआदमी
manofthirty,witharatherhardmouthऔर
andasuperciliousmanner.Twoshiningarroganteyeshadestablisheddominance
पर
overhisfaceandgavehimtheappearanceofहमेशा
alwaysleaningaggressivelyforward.Noteventheeffeminateswankofhisridingclothescouldhidetheenormous
शक्ति
powerofthatbody—heseemedtofillउन
thoseglisteningbootsuntilhestrainedtheऊपरी
toplacing,andyoucouldseeएक
agreatpackofmuscleshiftingजब
whenhisshouldermovedunderhisthincoat.Itwas
एक
abodycapableofenormousleverage—acruelशरीर
body.Hisspeakingvoice,agruffhuskytenor,addedtotheimpressionoffractiousnessheconveyed.
इसमें
Therewasatouchofpaternalcontemptinit,eventowardpeopleheliked—andइसमें
thereweremenatNewHavenजो
whohadhatedhisguts.“Now,don’t
सोचो
thinkmyopiniononthesemattersisfinal,”heseemedtosay,“justbecauseI’mstrongerandmoreofaपुरुष
manthanyouare.”Wewereinthesameseniorsociety,
और
andwhilewewereneverintimateIहमेशा
alwayshadtheimpressionthatheapprovedofmeऔर
andwantedmetolikehimसाथ
withsomeharsh,defiantwistfulnessofhisown.Wetalkedfora
कुछ
fewminutesonthesunnyporch.“I’vegot
एक
aniceplacehere,”heकहा
said,hiseyesflashingaboutrestlessly.Turningme
चारों ओर
aroundbyonearm,hemovedabroadflathandसाथ
alongthefrontvista,includinginitssweepasunkenItaliangarden,ahalfacreofdeep,pungentroses,और
andasnub-nosedmotorboatthatbumpedको
thetideoffshore.“ItbelongedtoDemaine,theoilman.”
Heturnedme
चारों ओर
aroundagain,politelyandabruptly.“We’llgoinside.”
We
चले
walkedthroughahighhallwayintoएक
abrightrosy-colouredspace,fragilelyboundintotheघर
housebyFrenchwindowsatदोनों
eitherend.Thewindowswereajar
और
andgleamingwhiteagainstthefreshgrassबाहर
outsidethatseemedtogrowalittleतरह
wayintothehouse.Abreezeblew
से
throughtheroom,blewcurtainsinatoneendऔर
andouttheotherlikepaleflags,twistingthemuptowardthefrostedwedding-cakeoftheceiling,और
andthenrippledoverthewine-colouredrug,makingashadowonitaswinddoesonthesea.Theonlycompletelystationaryobjectinthe
कमरे
roomwasanenormouscouchonजिस
whichtwoyoungwomenwerebuoyedupasthoughuponएक
ananchoredballoon.Theywere
दोनों
bothinwhite,andtheirdresseswereripplingऔर
andflutteringasiftheyhadjustbeenblownवापस
backinafterashortflightचारों ओर
aroundthehouse.Imusthavestoodfor
एक
afewmomentslisteningtothewhipऔर
andsnapofthecurtainsऔर
andthegroanofapictureonthewall.Thentherewas
एक
aboomasTomBuchananबंद
shuttherearwindowsandthecaughtwinddiedoutabouttheकमरे
room,andthecurtainsandtherugsऔर
andthetwoyoungwomenballoonedslowlytothefloor.Theyoungerofthe
दोनों
twowasastrangertoमेरे
me.Shewasextendedfulllengthatherendofthedivan,completelymotionless,
और
andwithherchinraisedaथोड़ा
little,asifshewerebalancingकुछ
somethingonitwhichwasquitelikelytoगिरने
fall.Ifshesawmeoutofthecornerofhereyesshegavenohintofit—indeed,Iwas
लगभग
almostsurprisedintomurmuringanapologyforhavingdisturbedherbycomingमें
in.Theothergirl,Daisy,madeanattempttorise—sheleanedslightlyforward
साथ
withaconscientiousexpression—thenshelaughed,anabsurd,charminglittlelaugh,और
andIlaughedtooandcameforwardintotheकमरे
room.“I’mp-paralysedwithhappiness.”
Shelaughed
फिर
again,asifshesaidकुछ
somethingverywitty,andheldmyhandforaपल
moment,lookingupintomyचेहरे
face,promisingthattherewasnooneintheदुनिया
worldshesomuchwantedtosee.Thatwasawayshehad.
Shehintedinamurmur
कि
thatthesurnameofthebalancingलड़की
girlwasBaker.(I’veheardit
कहा
saidthatDaisy’smurmurwasकेवल
onlytomakepeopleleantowardher;एक
anirrelevantcriticismthatmadeitनहीं
nolesscharming.)Atanyrate,
मिस
MissBaker’slipsfluttered,shenoddedatmeलगभग
almostimperceptibly,andthenquicklytippedherसिर
headbackagain—theobjectshewasbalancinghadobviouslytotteredalittleऔर
andgivenhersomethingofafright.फिर
Againasortofapologyarosetomylips.लगभग
Almostanyexhibitionofcompleteself-sufficiencydrawsastunnedtributefromमुझसे
me.Ilookedbackatmycousin,
जो
whobegantoaskmequestionsinherlow,thrillingvoice.Itwasthe
तरह
kindofvoicethattheearfollowsऊपर
upanddown,asifप्रत्येक
eachspeechisanarrangementofnotesthatwillneverbeplayedफिर
again.Herfacewassad
और
andlovelywithbrightthingsinit,brighteyesऔर
andabrightpassionatemouth,लेकिन
buttherewasanexcitementinhervoicethatmenwhohadcaredforherfounddifficulttoभूलना
forget:asingingcompulsion,awhispered“Listen,”
एक
apromisethatshehaddonegay,excitingthingsjustएक
awhilesinceandthatthereweregay,excitingthingshoveringintheअगले
nexthour.Itoldher
कैसे
howIhadstoppedoffinChicagoforएक
adayonmywayEast,और
andhowadozenpeoplehadsenttheirप्यार
lovethroughme.“Dothey
याद
missme?”shecriedecstatically.
“Thewhole
शहर
townisdesolate.Allthecars
है
havetheleftrearwheelpaintedblackasएक
amourningwreath,andthere’sएक
apersistentwailallnightसाथ
alongthenorthshore.”“Howgorgeous!
Let’sgo
वापस
back,Tom.Tomorrow!”
Thensheaddedirrelevantly:
“Yououghttoseethebaby.”
“I’dliketo.”
“She’sasleep.
She’s
तीन
threeyearsold.Haven’tyoueverseenher?”
“Never.”
“Well,yououghttosee
उसे
her.She’s—”.
TomBuchanan,whohadbeenhoveringrestlesslyaboutthe
कमरे
room,stoppedandrestedhisहाथ
handonmyshoulder.“Whatyoudoing,Nick?”
“I’m
एक
abondman.”“Whowith?”
I
बताया
toldhim.“Neverheardofthem,”heremarkeddecisively.
Thisannoyed
मुझे
me.“Youwill,”Iansweredshortly.
“You
करेंगे
willifyoustayintheEast.”“Oh,I’llstayintheEast,don’tyouworry,”he
कहा
said,glancingatDaisyandthenbackatme,asifhewerealertforकुछ
somethingmore.“I’dbea
भगवान
Goddamnedfooltoliveanywhereelse.”At
इस
thispointMissBakersaid:“Absolutely!”
साथ
withsuchsuddennessthatIstarted—itwasthefirstशब्द
wordshehadutteredsinceIcameintotheकमरे
room.Evidentlyitsurprisedherasmuchasitdid
मुझे
me,forsheyawnedandसाथ
withaseriesofrapid,deftmovementsstoodupintotheकमरे
room.“I’mstiff,”shecomplained,“I’vebeenlyingon
उस
thatsofaforaslongasIcanremember.”“Don’tlookatme,”Daisyretorted,“I’vebeentryingtogetyoutoNewYorkallafternoon.”
“No,thanks,”
कहा
saidMissBakertotheचार
fourcocktailsjustinfromthepantry.“I’mabsolutelyintraining.”
Herhostlookedatherincredulously.
“Youare!”
Hetookdownhis
ड्रिंक
drinkasifitwereएक
adropinthebottomofएक
aglass.“Howyoueverget
कुछ
anythingdoneisbeyondme.”Ilookedat
मिस
MissBaker,wonderingwhatitwasshe“gotdone.”Ienjoyedlookingat
उसे
her.Shewasaslender,small-breasted
लड़की
girl,withanerectcarriage,whichsheaccentuatedbythrowingherशरीर
bodybackwardattheshouldersतरह
likeayoungcadet.Hergreysun-strainedeyeslookedbackatme
साथ
withpolitereciprocalcuriosityoutofएक
awan,charming,discontentedface.Itoccurredtome
अब
nowthatIhadseenउसे
her,orapictureofउसे
her,somewherebefore.“YouliveinWestEgg,”sheremarkedcontemptuously.
“Iknow
किसी
somebodythere.”“Idon’tknow
एक
asingle—”.“YoumustknowGatsby.”
“Gatsby?”
demandedDaisy.
“WhatGatsby?”
BeforeIcouldreply
कि
thathewasmyneighbourरात्रिभोज
dinnerwasannounced;wedginghistensearmimperativelyundermine,TomBuchanancompelledmefromthe
कमरे
roomasthoughheweremovingएक
acheckertoanothersquare.Slenderly,languidly,theirhandssetlightlyontheirhips,the
दो
twoyoungwomenprecededusoutontoएक
arosy-colouredporch,opentowardthesunset,जहां
wherefourcandlesflickeredonthetableinthediminishedwind.“Whycandles?”
objectedDaisy,frowning.
Shesnappedthem
बाहर
outwithherfingers.“In
दो
twoweeksit’llbethelongestदिन
dayintheyear.”Shelookedatus
सभी
allradiantly.“Doyoualwayswatchforthelongest
दिन
dayoftheyearandthenयाद
missit?Ialwayswatchforthelongest
दिन
dayintheyearandthenयाद
missit.”“Weoughtto
योजना
plansomething,”yawnedMissBaker,sittingdownatthetableasifsheweregettingintoबिस्तर
bed.“Allright,”saidDaisy.
“What’llweplan?”
Sheturnedtomehelplessly:
“Whatdopeopleplan?”
BeforeIcould
जवाब
answerhereyesfastenedwithएक
anawedexpressiononherlittlefinger.“Look!”
shecomplained;
“I
चोट
hurtit.”Wealllooked—theknucklewasblack
और
andblue.“Youdidit,Tom,”shesaidaccusingly.
“I
पता
knowyoudidn’tmeanto,लेकिन
butyoudiddoit.That’swhatI
मिलता
getformarryingabruteofएक
aman,agreat,big,hulkingphysicalspecimenofa—”.“I
नफरत
hatethatword‘hulking,’ ”objectedTomcrossly,“eveninkidding.”“Hulking,”insistedDaisy.
Sometimesshe
और
andMissBakertalkedatonce,unobtrusivelyऔर
andwithabanteringinconsequenceजो
thatwasneverquitechatter,जो
thatwasascoolastheirसफेद
whitedressesandtheirimpersonaleyesintheabsenceofसभी
alldesire.Theywerehere,
और
andtheyacceptedTomandमुझे
me,makingonlyapolitepleasantefforttoentertainया
ortobeentertained.Theyknew
कि
thatpresentlydinnerwouldbeoverऔर
andalittlelatertheशाम
eveningtoowouldbeoverऔर
andcasuallyputaway.Itwassharply
अलग
differentfromtheWest,whereanशाम
eveningwashurriedfromphasetophasetowardsitsclose,inacontinuallydisappointedanticipationया
orelseinsheernervousdreadoftheक्षण
momentitself.“Youmakeme
महसूस
feeluncivilized,Daisy,”Iconfessedonmysecondglassofcorkyलेकिन
butratherimpressiveclaret.“Can’tyou
बात
talkaboutcropsorsomething?”Imeantnothinginparticularby
इस
thisremark,butitwastakenupinanunexpectedway.“Civilization’sgoingtopieces,”brokeoutTomviolently.
“I’vegottentobe
एक
aterriblepessimistaboutthings.है
HaveyoureadTheRiseoftheColouredEmpiresbyइस
thismanGoddard?”“Why,no,”Ianswered,rathersurprisedbyhistone.
“Well,it’safine
किताब
book,andeverybodyoughttoreadit.The
विचार
ideaisifwedon’tlookबाहर
outthewhiteracewillbe—willbeutterlysubmerged.It’s
सब
allscientificstuff;it’sbeenproved.”