I
Inmyyoungerandmore
कमजोर
vulnerableyearsmyfathergavemeकुछ
someadvicethatI’vebeenturningoverinmyदिमाग
mindeversince.“Wheneveryoufeellikecriticizinganyone,”hetold
मुझसे
me,“justrememberthatalltheलोगों
peopleinthisworldhaven’thadtheadvantagesthatyou’vehad.”Hedidn’t
कहा
sayanymore,butwe’veहमेशा
alwaysbeenunusuallycommunicativeinएक
areservedway,andIunderstoodकि
thathemeantagreatdealmoreसे
thanthat.Inconsequence,I’minclinedto
आरक्षित
reservealljudgements,ahabitthathasopenedupकई
manycuriousnaturestomeऔर
andalsomademetheशिकार
victimofnotafewअनुभवी
veteranbores.Theabnormalmindis
जल्दी
quicktodetectandattachitselftothisqualityजब
whenitappearsinaसामान्य
normalperson,andsoitcameaboutकि
thatincollegeIwasunjustlyaccusedofbeingएक
apolitician,becauseIwasprivytotheगुप्त
secretgriefsofwild,unknownmen.अधिकांश
Mostoftheconfidenceswereunsought—frequentlyIhavefeignedनींद
sleep,preoccupation,orahostilelevityजब
whenIrealizedbysomeunmistakableसंकेत
signthatanintimaterevelationwasquiveringontheक्षितिज
horizon;fortheintimaterevelationsofyoungmen,
या
oratleastthetermsinwhichtheyव्यक्त
expressthem,areusuallyplagiaristicऔर
andmarredbyobvioussuppressions.Reservingjudgementsisamatterof
असीम
infinitehope.Iamstilla
थोड़ा
littleafraidofmissingsomethingयदि
ifIforgetthat,asmyपिता
fathersnobbishlysuggested,andIsnobbishlyrepeat,aभावना
senseofthefundamentaldecenciesisparcelledoutunequallyatजन्म
birth.And,afterboastingthiswayofmy
सहिष्णुता
tolerance,Icometotheadmissionकि
thatithasalimit.आचरण
Conductmaybefoundedonthehardचट्टान
rockorthewetmarshes,लेकिन
butafteracertainpointIdon’tपरवाह
carewhatit’sfoundedon.जब
WhenIcamebackfromtheपूर्व
EastlastautumnIfeltकि
thatIwantedtheworldtobeinवर्दी
uniformandatasortofनैतिक
moralattentionforever;Iwantedno
और
moreriotousexcursionswithprivilegedglimpsesintotheमानव
humanheart.OnlyGatsby,themanwhogiveshis
नाम
nametothisbook,wasछूट
exemptfrommyreaction—Gatsby,whorepresentedeverythingforwhichIhaveएक
anunaffectedscorn.Ifpersonalityisanunbroken
श्रृंखला
seriesofsuccessfulgestures,thentherewassomethinggorgeousबारे
abouthim,someheightenedsensitivitytothepromisesofजीवन
life,asifhewereसंबंधित
relatedtooneofthoseजटिल
intricatemachinesthatregisterearthquakesदस
tenthousandmilesaway.Thisresponsivenesshadnothingto
किया
dowiththatflabbyimpressionabilitywhichisdignifiedundertheनाम
nameofthe“creativetemperament”—itwasanअसाधारण
extraordinarygiftforhope,aरोमांटिक
romanticreadinesssuchasIhaveneverfoundinanyअन्य
otherpersonandwhichitisnotसंभावना
likelyIshalleverfindफिर
again.No—Gatsbyturnedoutallrightatthe
अंत
end;itiswhatpreyedonGatsby,whatfoul
धूल
dustfloatedinthewakeofhisdreamsकि
thattemporarilyclosedoutmyरुचि
interestintheabortivesorrowsऔर
andshort-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-boiledपेंटिंग
paintingthathangsinfather’sकार्यालय
office.IgraduatedfromNewHavenin1915,just
एक
aquarterofacenturyaftermyपिता
father,andalittlelaterIparticipatedinउस
thatdelayedTeutonicmigrationknownastheमहान
GreatWar.Ienjoyedthecounter-raidsothoroughly
कि
thatIcamebackrestless.बजाय
Insteadofbeingthewarmकेंद्र
centreoftheworld,theमध्य
MiddleWestnowseemedliketheraggedकिनारे
edgeoftheuniverse—soIdecidedtogoपूर्व
Eastandlearnthebondव्यवसाय
business.EverybodyIknewwasinthe
बांड
bondbusiness,soIsupposeditcouldसमर्थन
supportonemoresingleman.सभी
Allmyauntsandunclestalkeditपर
overasiftheywerechoosingएक
aprepschoolforme,और
andfinallysaid,“Why—ye-es,”withबहुत
verygrave,hesitantfaces.Fatheragreedto
वित्त
financemeforayear,और
andaftervariousdelaysIcameपूर्व
East,permanently,Ithought,intheवसंत
springoftwenty-two.Thepractical
बात
thingwastofindroomsinthecity,लेकिन
butitwasawarmमौसम
season,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
bedandcookedbreakfastandmutteredFinnishज्ञान
wisdomtoherselfovertheइलेक्ट्रिक
electricstove.Itwaslonelyfora
दिन
dayorsountiloneसुबह
morningsomeman,morerecentlyarrivedthanI,stoppedmeontheसड़क
road.“Howdoyougetto
वेस्ट
WestEggvillage?”heaskedhelplessly.
I
बताया
toldhim.AndasIwalkedonIwas
अकेला
lonelynolonger.Iwasa
गाइड
guide,apathfinder,anoriginalsettler.Hehadcasuallyconferredonmethe
स्वतंत्रता
freedomoftheneighbourhood.Andso
साथ
withthesunshineandthegreatburstsofleavesgrowingonthetrees,justasthingsबढ़ती
growinfastmovies,Ihadकि
thatfamiliarconvictionthatlifewasbeginningoverफिर
againwiththesummer.Therewasso
बहुत
muchtoread,foroneबात
thing,andsomuchfineस्वास्थ्य
healthtobepulleddownoutoftheयुवा
youngbreath-givingair.Ibought
एक
adozenvolumesonbankingऔर
andcreditandinvestmentsecurities,और
andtheystoodonmyशेल्फ
shelfinredandgoldजैसे
likenewmoneyfromthemint,promisingtounfoldtheshiningsecretsthatकेवल
onlyMidasandMorganandMaecenasknew.और
AndIhadthehighइरादा
intentionofreadingmanyotherbooksbesides.Iwasrather
साहित्यिक
literaryincollege—oneyearIwroteएक
aseriesofverysolemnऔर
andobviouseditorialsfortheYaleNews—andअब
nowIwasgoingtoलाने
bringbackallsuchthingsintomyजीवन
lifeandbecomeagainthatसबसे
mostlimitedofallspecialists,the“well-roundedman.”यह
Thisisn’tjustanepigram—lifeismuchmoreसफलतापूर्वक
successfullylookedatfromaही
singlewindow,afterall.Itwasa
बात
matterofchancethatIचाहिए
shouldhaverentedahouseinoneofthestrangestcommunitiesinNorthAmerica.Itwasonthatslenderriotous
द्वीप
islandwhichextendsitselfdueपूर्व
eastofNewYork—andwherethereare,amongअन्य
othernaturalcuriosities,twounusualformationsofभूमि
land.Twentymilesfromthe
शहर
cityapairofenormouseggs,समान
identicalincontourandseparatedकेवल
onlybyacourtesybay,jutबाहर
outintothemostdomesticatedशरीर
bodyofsaltwaterintheपश्चिमी
Westernhemisphere,thegreatwetbarnyardofLongआइलैंड
IslandSound.Theyarenotperfectovals—likethe
अंडे
eggintheColumbusstory,theyareदोनों
bothcrushedflatattheसंपर्क
contactend—buttheirphysicalresemblanceचाहिए
mustbeasourceofperpetualआश्चर्य
wondertothegullsthatउड़ते
flyoverhead.Tothewingless
एक
amoreinterestingphenomenonistheirdissimilarityinहर
everyparticularexceptshapeandsize.Ilivedat
वेस्ट
WestEgg,the—well,thelessफैशनेबल
fashionableofthetwo,thoughयह
thisisamostsuperficialटैग
tagtoexpressthebizarreऔर
andnotalittlesinisterविपरीत
contrastbetweenthem.Myhousewasatthe
बहुत
verytipoftheegg,onlyfiftyyardsfromtheध्वनि
Sound,andsqueezedbetweentwoविशाल
hugeplacesthatrentedfortwelveया
orfifteenthousandaseason.Theoneonmyrightwasacolossal
मामला
affairbyanystandard—itwasafactualimitationofकुछ
someHôteldeVilleinNormandy,साथ
withatowerononeside,spankingनया
newunderathinbeardofकच्चे
rawivy,andamarbleswimmingपूल
pool,andmorethanfortyacresofलॉन
lawnandgarden.ItwasGatsby’s
हवेली
mansion.Or,rather,asIdidn’tknowMr.Gatsby,itwas
एक
amansioninhabitedbyaसज्जन
gentlemanofthatname.Myown
घर
housewasaneyesore,butitwasaछोटा सा
smalleyesore,andithadbeenoverlooked,soIhadaदृश्य
viewofthewater,aआंशिक
partialviewofmyneighbour’sलॉन
lawn,andtheconsolingproximityofmillionaires—allforeightydollarsaमहीने
month.Acrossthecourtesybaythe
सफेद
whitepalacesoffashionableEastएग
Eggglitteredalongthewater,और
andthehistoryoftheगर्मियों
summerreallybeginsontheशाम
eveningIdroveovertheretoहै
havedinnerwiththeTomBuchanans.डेज़ी
Daisywasmysecondcousinबार
onceremoved,andI’dknownTominकॉलेज
college.Andjustafterthe
युद्ध
warIspenttwodaysसाथ
withtheminChicago.Her
पति
husband,amongvariousphysicalaccomplishments,hadbeenoneoftheसबसे
mostpowerfulendsthateverplayedफुटबॉल
footballatNewHaven—anationalआंकड़ा
figureinaway,oneofthosemenwhoreachइतनी
suchanacutelimitedexcellenceattwenty-onethatसब कुछ
everythingafterwardsavoursofanticlimax.His
परिवार
familywereenormouslywealthy—eveninकॉलेज
collegehisfreedomwithmoneywasएक
amatterforreproach—butnowhe’dleftChicagoऔर
andcomeEastinafashionजो
thatrathertookyourbreathaway:for
उदाहरण
instance,he’dbroughtdownastringofpoloponiesfromलेक
LakeForest.Itwashardto
महसूस
realizethatamaninmyownपीढ़ी
generationwaswealthyenoughtoकरना
dothat.Whytheycame
पूर्व
EastIdon’tknow.Theyhadspenta
वर्ष
yearinFrancefornoविशेष
particularreason,andthendriftedhereऔर
andthereunrestfullywhereverpeopleplayedpoloऔर
andwererichtogether.Thiswasa
स्थायी
permanentmove,saidDaisyovertheटेलीफोन
telephone,butIdidn’tbelieveit—Ihadnoदृष्टि
sightintoDaisy’sheart,butIfeltकि
thatTomwoulddriftonहमेशा
foreverseeking,alittlewistfully,fortheनाटकीय
dramaticturbulenceofsomeirrecoverableफुटबॉल
footballgame.Andsoithappened
कि
thatonawarmwindyशाम
eveningIdroveovertoईस्ट
EastEggtoseetwoपुराने
oldfriendswhomIscarcelyknewatall.Their
घर
housewasevenmoreelaborateसे
thanIexpected,acheerfulred-and-whiteGeorgianऔपनिवेशिक
Colonialmansion,overlookingthebay.Thelawnstartedatthe
समुद्र तट
beachandrantowardstheसामने
frontdoorforaquarterofएक
amile,jumpingoversundialsऔर
andbrickwalksandburninggardens—finallyजब
whenitreachedthehousedriftinguptheओर
sideinbrightvinesasthoughfromthemomentumofitsrun.Thefrontwasbrokenby
एक
alineofFrenchwindows,चमक
glowingnowwithreflectedgoldऔर
andwideopentotheगर्म
warmwindyafternoon,andTomBuchananinridingकपड़े
clotheswasstandingwithhislegsapartonthefrontपोर्च
porch.HehadchangedsincehisNewHavenyears.
अब
Nowhewasasturdystraw-hairedआदमी
manofthirty,witharatherhardmouthऔर
andasuperciliousmanner.Twoshiningarroganteyeshadestablisheddominance
पर
overhisfaceandgavehimtheउपस्थिति
appearanceofalwaysleaningaggressivelyआगे
forward.Noteventheeffeminateswankofhisridingclothescould
छिपा
hidetheenormouspowerofthatbody—heseemedtofillउन
thoseglisteningbootsuntilhestrainedtheऊपरी
toplacing,andyoucouldseeएक
agreatpackofmuscleshiftingजब
whenhisshouldermovedunderhisthinकोट
coat.Itwasabody
सक्षम
capableofenormousleverage—acruelशरीर
body.Hisspeakingvoice,agruffhuskytenor,addedtothe
छाप
impressionoffractiousnessheconveyed.इसमें
Therewasatouchofpaternalअवमानना
contemptinit,eventowardpeopleheliked—andइसमें
thereweremenatNewHavenजो
whohadhatedhisguts.“Now,don’t
सोचो
thinkmyopiniononthesemattersisfinal,”heseemedtosay,“justbecauseI’mमजबूत
strongerandmoreofaपुरुष
manthanyouare.”Wewereinthesame
वरिष्ठ
seniorsociety,andwhilewewereneverअंतरंग
intimateIalwayshadtheधारणा
impressionthatheapprovedofmeऔर
andwantedmetolikehimसाथ
withsomeharsh,defiantwistfulnessofhisown.Wetalkedfora
कुछ
fewminutesonthesunnyपोर्च
porch.“I’vegotanice
जगह
placehere,”hesaid,hiseyesflashingaboutrestlessly.Turningme
चारों ओर
aroundbyonearm,hemovedabroadसपाट
flathandalongthefrontvista,includinginitssweepasunkenItalianबगीचे
garden,ahalfacreofdeep,pungentroses,और
andasnub-nosedmotorboatthatbumpedको
thetideoffshore.“ItbelongedtoDemaine,the
तेल
oilman.”Heturnedme
चारों ओर
aroundagain,politelyandabruptly.“We’llgoinside.”
We
चले
walkedthroughahighhallwayintoएक
abrightrosy-colouredspace,fragilelyबंधे
boundintothehousebyFrenchwindowsatदोनों
eitherend.Thewindowswereajar
और
andgleamingwhiteagainstthefreshघास
grassoutsidethatseemedtogrowalittleतरह
wayintothehouse.Abreezeblew
से
throughtheroom,blewcurtainsinatoneendऔर
andouttheotherlikepaleflags,twistingthemupओर
towardthefrostedwedding-cakeoftheछत
ceiling,andthenrippledoverthewine-colouredrug,makingaछाया
shadowonitaswinddoesontheसमुद्र
sea.Theonlycompletelystationary
वस्तु
objectintheroomwasएक
anenormouscouchonwhichदो
twoyoungwomenwerebuoyedupasthoughuponएक
ananchoredballoon.Theywere
दोनों
bothinwhite,andtheirdresseswereripplingऔर
andflutteringasiftheyhadjustbeenblownवापस
backinafterashortउड़ान
flightaroundthehouse.Imusthavestoodfor
एक
afewmomentslisteningtothewhipऔर
andsnapofthecurtainsऔर
andthegroanofapictureontheदीवार
wall.ThentherewasaboomasTomBuchanan
बंद
shuttherearwindowsandthecaughtहवा
winddiedoutabouttheकमरे
room,andthecurtainsandtherugsऔर
andthetwoyoungwomenballoonedधीरे
slowlytothefloor.Theyoungerofthe
दोनों
twowasastrangertoमेरे
me.Shewasextendedfull
लंबाई
lengthatherendofthedivan,completelymotionless,और
andwithherchinraisedaथोड़ा
little,asifshewerebalancingकुछ
somethingonitwhichwasquiteसंभावना
likelytofall.Ifshesawmeoutofthe
कोने
cornerofhereyesshegavenoसंकेत
hintofit—indeed,Iwasलगभग
almostsurprisedintomurmuringanमाफी
apologyforhavingdisturbedherbycomingमें
in.Theothergirl,Daisy,madean
कोशिश
attempttorise—sheleanedslightlyआगे
forwardwithaconscientiousexpression—thenshelaughed,anabsurd,आकर्षक
charminglittlelaugh,andIlaughedभी
tooandcameforwardintotheकमरे
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
onlytomakepeopleleanओर
towardher;anirrelevantcriticism
जो
thatmadeitnolessआकर्षक
charming.)Atanyrate,MissBaker’slipsfluttered,shenoddedatme
लगभग
almostimperceptibly,andthenquicklytippedherसिर
headbackagain—theobjectshewasbalancinghadobviouslytotteredalittleऔर
andgivenhersomethingofafright.फिर
Againasortofapologyarosetomylips.लगभग
Almostanyexhibitionofcompleteself-sufficiencydrawsastunnedश्रद्धांजलि
tributefromme.Ilookedbackatmycousin,
जो
whobegantoaskmequestionsinherlow,thrillingआवाज
voice.Itwasthekindof
आवाज
voicethattheearfollowsऊपर
upanddown,asifप्रत्येक
eachspeechisanarrangementofnotesthatwillneverbeplayedफिर
again.Herfacewassad
और
andlovelywithbrightthingsinit,उज्ज्वल
brighteyesandabrightभावुक
passionatemouth,buttherewasanउत्तेजना
excitementinhervoicethatmenwhohadcaredforherfoundमुश्किल
difficulttoforget:asingingcompulsion,
एक
awhispered“Listen,”apromiseकि
thatshehaddonegay,रोमांचक
excitingthingsjustawhilesinceऔर
andthatthereweregay,रोमांचक
excitingthingshoveringintheअगले
nexthour.Itoldher
कैसे
howIhadstoppedoffinChicagoforएक
adayonmywayपूर्व
East,andhowadozenलोगों
peoplehadsenttheirlovethroughme.“Dothey
याद
missme?”shecriedecstatically.
“Thewhole
शहर
townisdesolate.Allthecars
है
havetheleftrearwheelpaintedblackasएक
amourningwreath,andthere’sएक
apersistentwailallnightसाथ
alongthenorthshore.”“How
खूबसूरत
gorgeous!Let’sgoback,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,”Ianswered
शीघ्र ही
shortly.“YouwillifyoustayintheEast.”
“Oh,I’llstayinthe
पूर्व
East,don’tyouworry,”heकहा
said,glancingatDaisyandthenbackatme,asifhewereसतर्क
alertforsomethingmore.“I’dbe
एक
aGoddamnedfooltoliveकहीं
anywhereelse.”Atthispoint
मिस
MissBakersaid:“Absolutely!”
with
इतनी
suchsuddennessthatIstarted—itwasthefirstशब्द
wordshehadutteredsinceIcameintotheकमरे
room.Evidentlyitsurprisedherasmuchasitdid
मुझे
me,forsheyawnedandसाथ
withaseriesofrapid,deftmovementsstoodupintotheकमरे
room.“I’mstiff,”shecomplained,“I’vebeenlyingon
उस
thatsofaforaslongasIcanremember.”“Don’tlookatme,”
डेज़ी
Daisyretorted,“I’vebeentryingtogetyoutoNewYorkallafternoon.”“No,thanks,”
कहा
saidMissBakertotheचार
fourcocktailsjustinfromthepantry.“I’m
बिल्कुल
absolutelyintraining.”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.Her
धूसर
greysun-strainedeyeslookedbackatmeसाथ
withpolitereciprocalcuriosityoutofएक
awan,charming,discontentedface.Itoccurredtome
अब
nowthatIhadseenउसे
her,orapictureofउसे
her,somewherebefore.“Youlivein
वेस्ट
WestEgg,”sheremarkedcontemptuously.“Iknow
किसी
somebodythere.”“Idon’tknow
एक
asingle—”.“YoumustknowGatsby.”
“Gatsby?”
demanded
डेज़ी
Daisy.“WhatGatsby?”
BeforeIcould
जवाब
replythathewasmyपड़ोसी
neighbourdinnerwasannounced;wedginghistensearmimperativelyundermine,TomBuchanancompelledmefromthe
कमरे
roomasthoughheweremovingएक
acheckertoanothersquare.Slenderly,languidly,theirhandsset
हल्के
lightlyontheirhips,theदो
twoyoungwomenprecededusoutontoएक
arosy-colouredporch,opentowardtheसूर्यास्त
sunset,wherefourcandlesflickeredontheमेज
tableinthediminishedwind.“Whycandles?”
objected
डेज़ी
Daisy,frowning.Shesnappedthem
बाहर
outwithherfingers.“In
दो
twoweeksit’llbethelongestदिन
dayintheyear.”Shelookedatus
सभी
allradiantly.“Doyoualwayswatchforthelongest
दिन
dayoftheyearandthenयाद
missit?Ialwayswatchforthelongest
दिन
dayintheyearandthenयाद
missit.”“Weoughtto
योजना
plansomething,”yawnedMissBaker,sittingdownattheटेबल
tableasifsheweregettingintoबिस्तर
bed.“Allright,”saidDaisy.
“What’llweplan?”
Sheturnedtomehelplessly:
“Whatdopeopleplan?”
BeforeIcould
जवाब
answerhereyesfastenedwithएक
anawedexpressiononherlittleउंगली
finger.“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,hulkingशारीरिक
physicalspecimenofa—”.“I
नफरत
hatethatword‘hulking,’ ”objectedTomcrossly,“eveninkidding.”“Hulking,”insisted
डेज़ी
Daisy.SometimessheandMiss
बेकर
Bakertalkedatonce,unobtrusivelyऔर
andwithabanteringinconsequenceजो
thatwasneverquitechatter,जो
thatwasascoolastheirसफेद
whitedressesandtheirimpersonaleyesintheअनुपस्थिति
absenceofalldesire.Theywere
यहाँ
here,andtheyacceptedTomऔर
andme,makingonlyaविनम्र
politepleasantefforttoentertainया
ortobeentertained.Theyknew
कि
thatpresentlydinnerwouldbeoverऔर
andalittlelatertheशाम
eveningtoowouldbeoverऔर
andcasuallyputaway.Itwassharply
अलग
differentfromtheWest,whereanशाम
eveningwashurriedfromphasetoचरण
phasetowardsitsclose,inaनिरंतर
continuallydisappointedanticipationorelseinsheernervousdreadoftheक्षण
momentitself.“Youmakeme
महसूस
feeluncivilized,Daisy,”Iconfessedonmysecondglassofcorkyलेकिन
butratherimpressiveclaret.“Can’tyou
बात
talkaboutcropsorsomething?”Imeantnothingin
विशेष
particularbythisremark,butitwastakenupinanअप्रत्याशित
unexpectedway.“Civilization’sgoingtopieces,”brokeoutTomviolently.
“I’vegottentobe
एक
aterriblepessimistaboutthings.है
HaveyoureadTheRiseoftheColouredEmpiresbyइस
thismanGoddard?”“Why,no,”Ianswered,rathersurprisedbyhis
स्वर
tone.“Well,it’safine
किताब
book,andeverybodyoughttoreadit.The
विचार
ideaisifwedon’tlookबाहर
outthewhiteracewillbe—willbeutterlysubmerged.It’s
सब
allscientificstuff;it’sbeenproved.”