I
Inmyyounger
és
andmorevulnerableyearsmyfatheradott
gavemesomeadvicethatI’vebeenturningoverinmymindeversince.“Wheneveryoufeel
mint
likecriticizinganyone,”hetoldme,“justrememberhogy
thatallthepeopleinthisvilág
worldhaven’thadtheadvantageshogy
thatyou’vehad.”Hedidn’t
mondott
sayanymore,butwe’vemindig
alwaysbeenunusuallycommunicativeinareservedmódon
way,andIunderstoodthathejelentett
meantagreatdealmorethanhogy
that.Inconsequence,I’minclinedtoreserve
minden
alljudgements,ahabitthatvagyok
hasopenedupmanycuriousnaturestomeés
andalsomademethevictimofnotegy
afewveteranbores.The
abnormális
abnormalmindisquicktoészleli
detectandattachitselftothisqualityamikor
whenitappearsinanormalperson,és
andsoitcameaboutthatincollegeIwasunjustlyaccusedofbeingegy
apolitician,becauseIwasprivytothetitkos
secretgriefsofwild,unknownmen.Legtöbb
Mostoftheconfidenceswereunsought—frequentlyIhavefeignedsleep,preoccupation,vagy
orahostilelevitywhenIrealizedbyvalamilyen
someunmistakablesignthatanintim
intimaterevelationwasquiveringonthehorizon;forthe
bensőséges
intimaterevelationsofyoungmen,vagy
oratleastthetermsinwhichtheyexpressőket
them,areusuallyplagiaristicandmarredbyobvioussuppressions.Reservingjudgementsisamatterof
végtelen
infinitehope.Iamstill
egy
alittleafraidofmissingsomethingha
ifIforgetthat,asmyfathersnobbishlyjavasolta
suggested,andIsnobbishlyrepeat,egy
asenseofthefundamentaldecenciesisparcelledoutunequallyatbirth.És
And,afterboastingthiswayofmytolerance,Icometotheadmissionthatitvan
hasalimit.Conductmaybefoundedonthe
kemény
hardrockorthewetmarshes,de
butafteracertainpointIdon’térdekel
carewhatit’sfoundedon.Amikor
WhenIcamebackfromtheEastlastősszel
autumnIfeltthatIakarom
wantedtheworldtobeinuniformés
andatasortoferkölcsi
moralattentionforever;Iwanted
nem
nomoreriotousexcursionswithkiváltságos
privilegedglimpsesintothehumanszív
heart.OnlyGatsby,theman
aki
whogiveshisnametothisbook,wasexemptfrommyreaction—Gatsby,aki
whorepresentedeverythingforwhichIvan
haveanunaffectedscorn.If
személyiség
personalityisanunbrokenseriesofsikeres
successfulgestures,thentherewasvalami
somethinggorgeousabouthim,someheightenedérzékenység
sensitivitytothepromisesofélet
life,asifhewererelatedtooneofazoknak
thoseintricatemachinesthatregisterearthquakestenthousandmilesaway.Thisresponsiveness
volt
hadnothingtodowiththatflabbyimpressionabilitywhichisdignifiedalatt
underthenameofthe“creativetemperament”—itwasanrendkívüli
extraordinarygiftforhope,aromantikus
romanticreadinesssuchasIvolt
haveneverfoundinanymás
otherpersonandwhichitisnotlikelyIshalleverfindagain.No—Gatsbyturned
ki
outallrightatthevégén
end;itiswhatpreyedonGatsby,whatfoul
por
dustfloatedinthewakeofhisdreamsthatideiglenesen
temporarilyclosedoutmyinterestintheabortivesorrowsés
andshort-windedelationsofmen.Myfamilyhavebeen
kiemelkedő
prominent,well-to-dopeopleinthisMiddleNyugati
Westerncityforthreegenerations.TheCarrawaysaresomethingof
egy
aclan,andwehaveegy
atraditionthatwe’redescendedfromtheDukesofBuccleuch,de
buttheactualfounderofmylinewasmygrandfather’sbrother,aki
whocamehereinfifty-one,sentegy
asubstitutetotheCivilWar,és
andstartedthewholesalehardwarebusinessamit
thatmyfathercarriesonma
today.Ineversawthisgreat-uncle,
de
butI’msupposedtolookmint
likehim—withspecialreferencetotheeléggé
ratherhard-boiledpaintingthathangsinfather’soffice.IgraduatedfromNewHavenin1915,
csak
justaquarterofacenturyután
aftermyfather,andakicsit
littlelaterIparticipatedinamit
thatdelayedTeutonicmigrationknownastheNagy
GreatWar.Ienjoyedthecounter-raidsothoroughly
hogy
thatIcamebackrestless.Insteadofbeingthewarmcentreofthe
világ
world,theMiddleWestnowseemedmint
liketheraggededgeoftheuniverse—soIdecidedtomegyek
goEastandlearnthebondbusiness.Mindenki
EverybodyIknewwasinthebondbusiness,soIsupposeditcouldsupportegy
onemoresingleman.Allmyaunts
és
andunclestalkeditoverasiftheywerechoosingegy
aprepschoolforme,és
andfinallysaid,“Why—ye-es,”withnagyon
verygrave,hesitantfaces.Fatheragreedtofinancemefor
egy
ayear,andaftervariousdelaysIjöttem
cameEast,permanently,Ithought,inthespringoftwenty-two.The
praktikus
practicalthingwastofindroomsinthecity,de
butitwasawarmévszak
season,andIhadjusthagytam
leftacountryofwidelawnsés
andfriendlytrees,sowhenegy
ayoungmanattheofficejavasolta
suggestedthatwetakeaházat
housetogetherinacommutingtown,itsoundedlikeegy
agreatidea.Hefoundthe
házat
house,aweather-beatencardboardbungalowateightyegy
amonth,butattheutolsó
lastminutethefirmorderedhimtoWashington,és
andIwentouttothecountryegyedül
alone.Ihadadog—atleastI
volt
hadhimforafewdaysamíg
untilheranaway—andanöreg
oldDodgeandaFinnishnő
woman,whomademybedés
andcookedbreakfastandmutteredFinnishwisdomtoherselfoveraz
theelectricstove.Itwas
magányos
lonelyforadayorsoamíg
untilonemorningsomeman,morerecentlyérkezett
arrivedthanI,stoppedmeonaz
theroad.“Howdoyougetto
West
WestEggvillage?”heaskedhelplessly.
Itold
neki
him.AndasIwalkedonIwas
magányos
lonelynolonger.Iwasa
útmutató
guide,apathfinder,anoriginalsettler.Hehad
véletlenül
casuallyconferredonmethefreedomoftheneighbourhood.És
Andsowiththesunshineés
andthegreatburstsofleavesnőnek
growingonthetrees,justasthingsnőnek
growinfastmovies,Ihadhogy
thatfamiliarconvictionthatlifewasbeginningoverújra
againwiththesummer.Therewassomuchtoread,foronething,
és
andsomuchfinehealthtobepulleddownoutofaz
theyoungbreath-givingair.Ibought
egy
adozenvolumesonbankingés
andcreditandinvestmentsecurities,és
andtheystoodonmyshelfinpiros
redandgoldlikenewmoneyfromthemint,promisingtounfoldtheragyogó
shiningsecretsthatonlyMidasés
andMorganandMaecenasknew.És
AndIhadthehighintentionofreadingsok
manyotherbooksbesides.Iwasratherliteraryincollege—one
évben
yearIwroteaseriesofnagyon
verysolemnandobviouseditorialsfortheYaleNews—andmost
nowIwasgoingtohozni
bringbackallsuchthingsintomylifeés
andbecomeagainthatmostlimitedofösszes
allspecialists,the“well-roundedman.”Ez
Thisisn’tjustanepigram—lifeissokkal
muchmoresuccessfullylookedatfromasinglewindow,afterall.Itwasamatterof
véletlen
chancethatIshouldhaverentedaházat
houseinoneofthestrangestcommunitiesinÉszak
NorthAmerica.Itwasonthatslenderriotousisland
ami
whichextendsitselfdueeastofNewYork—andahol
wherethereare,amongothernaturalcuriosities,két
twounusualformationsofland.Twentymilesfromthecity
egy
apairofenormouseggs,identicalincontourés
andseparatedonlybyacourtesyöböl
bay,jutoutintothemostdomesticatedbodyofsaltwaterintheNyugati
Westernhemisphere,thegreatwetbarnyardofLongIslandSound.Theyarenotperfectovals—likethe
tojás
eggintheColumbusstory,theyarebothcrushedflatatthecontactend—buttheirfizikai
physicalresemblancemustbeasourceoförök
perpetualwondertothegullsthatflyoverhead.Tothewingless
egy
amoreinterestingphenomenonistheirdissimilarityinminden
everyparticularexceptshapeandsize.I
éltem
livedatWestEgg,the—well,thekevésbé
lessfashionableofthetwo,bár
thoughthisisamostsuperficialcímke
tagtoexpressthebizarreés
andnotalittlesinistercontrastbetweenthem.Myhousewasattheverytipofthe
tojás
egg,onlyfiftyyardsfromtheSound,és
andsqueezedbetweentwohugeplacesthatrentedfortwelvevagy
orfifteenthousandaseason.Theoneonmy
jobb
rightwasacolossalaffairbyminden
anystandard—itwasafactualimitationofvalamilyen
someHôteldeVilleinNormandy,withatorony
towerononeside,spankingúj
newunderathinbeardofnyers
rawivy,andamarbleswimmingpool,és
andmorethanfortyacresofgyep
lawnandgarden.ItwasGatsby’smansion.
Vagy
Or,rather,asIdidn’tknowMr.Gatsby,itwasegy
amansioninhabitedbyaúriember
gentlemanofthatname.My
saját
ownhousewasaneyesore,de
butitwasasmalleyesore,és
andithadbeenoverlooked,soIvolt
hadaviewofthewater,arészleges
partialviewofmyneighbour’slawn,és
andtheconsolingproximityofmillionaires—allforeightydollarsahavonta
month.Acrossthecourtesybaythe
fehér
whitepalacesoffashionableEastEggglitteredmentén
alongthewater,andthehistoryofthenyár
summerreallybeginsontheeveningIdroveovertheretohavedinnerwiththeTomBuchanans.Daisy
Daisywasmysecondcousinonceremoved,és
andI’dknownTomincollege.És
AndjustafterthewarIspentkét
twodayswiththeminChicago.Her
férje
husband,amongvariousphysicalaccomplishments,volt
hadbeenoneofthemostpowerfulendshogy
thateverplayedfootballatNewHaven—anemzeti
nationalfigureinaway,oneofazoknak
thosemenwhoreachsuchanakut
acutelimitedexcellenceattwenty-onehogy
thateverythingafterwardsavoursofanticlimax.Hisfamilywereenormouslywealthy—evenincollegehisfreedomwithmoneywas
egy
amatterforreproach—butnowhe’dleftChicagoés
andcomeEastinamódon
fashionthatrathertookyourbreathaway:forinstance,he’dbroughtdown
egy
astringofpoloponiesfromLakeForest.Itwas
nehéz
hardtorealizethataember
maninmyowngenerationwasgazdag
wealthyenoughtodothat.Miért
WhytheycameEastIdon’ttudom
know.TheyhadspentayearinFranceforno
különös
particularreason,andthendriftedhereés
andthereunrestfullywhereverpeopleplayedpoloés
andwererichtogether.Thiswas
egy
apermanentmove,saidDaisyoverthetelephone,de
butIdidn’tbelieveit—Ivolt
hadnosightintoDaisy’sheart,de
butIfeltthatTomfog
woulddriftonforeverseeking,egy
alittlewistfully,forthedrámai
dramaticturbulenceofsomeirrecoverablelabdarúgó
footballgame.Andsoit
történt
happenedthatonawarmwindyeste
eveningIdroveovertoEastEggtoseekét
twooldfriendswhomIalig
scarcelyknewatall.Theirhousewas
még
evenmoreelaboratethanIexpected,egy
acheerfulred-and-whiteGeorgianColonialkastély
mansion,overlookingthebay.The
gyep
lawnstartedatthebeachés
andrantowardsthefrontajtó
doorforaquarterofamile,jumpingoversundialsés
andbrickwalksandburninggardens—finallyamikor
whenitreachedthehousedriftingfel
upthesideinbrightvinesasthoughfromthelendület
momentumofitsrun.Thefrontwasbrokenby
egy
alineofFrenchwindows,ragyogó
glowingnowwithreflectedgoldés
andwideopentothewarmwindydélután
afternoon,andTomBuchananinridingclotheswasstandingwithhislegsszét
apartonthefrontporch.Hehadchanged
óta
sincehisNewHavenyears.Most
Nowhewasasturdystraw-hairedférfi
manofthirty,withameglehetősen
ratherhardmouthandasuperciliousmódon
manner.Twoshiningarroganteyeshadestablisheddominanceoverhisface
és
andgavehimtheappearanceofmindig
alwaysleaningaggressivelyforward.Not
még
eventheeffeminateswankofhisridingclothestudta
couldhidetheenormouspowerofthatbody—heseemedtofillthoseglisteningbootsamíg
untilhestrainedthetoplacing,és
andyoucouldseeanagy
greatpackofmuscleshiftingamikor
whenhisshouldermovedunderhisvékony
thincoat.Itwasa
test
bodycapableofenormousleverage—akegyetlen
cruelbody.Hisspeakingvoice,
egy
agruffhuskytenor,addedtotheimpressionoffractiousnessheconveyed.Therewas
egy
atouchofpaternalcontemptinit,eventowardpeopleheliked—andthereweremenatNewHavenakik
whohadhatedhisguts.“Now,don’tthinkmyopiniononthesemattersisfinal,”heseemedto
mondja
say,“justbecauseI’mstrongerés
andmoreofamanmint
thanyouare.”Wewereinthesameseniorsociety,
és
andwhilewewereneverintimateImindig
alwayshadtheimpressionthatheapprovedofmeés
andwantedmetolikehimwithvalamilyen
someharsh,defiantwistfulnessofhisown.Wetalkedfora
pár
fewminutesonthesunnyporch.“I’vegota
szép
niceplacehere,”hesaid,hiseyesflashingaboutrestlessly.Turningmearoundbyonearm,hemoveda
széles
broadflathandalongtheelülső
frontvista,includinginitssweepasunkenItaliangarden,ahalfacreofmély
deep,pungentroses,andasnub-nosedmotorboatamely
thatbumpedthetideoffshore.“ItbelongedtoDemaine,
az
theoilman.”Heturnedmearound
megint
again,politelyandabruptly.“We’llgoinside.”
Wewalkedthrough
egy
ahighhallwayintoafényes
brightrosy-colouredspace,fragilelyboundintothehousebyFrenchwindowsateithervégén
end.Thewindowswereajar
és
andgleamingwhiteagainstthefriss
freshgrassoutsidethatseemedtonő
growalittlewayintothehouse.Abreeze
fújt
blewthroughtheroom,blewcurtainsinatonevégén
endandouttheotherlikesápadt
paleflags,twistingthemuptowardthefrostedwedding-cakeofthemennyezet
ceiling,andthenrippledoverthewine-colouredszőnyeg
rug,makingashadowonitaswinddoesonthesea.The
egyetlen
onlycompletelystationaryobjectintheroomwasegy
anenormouscouchonwhichkét
twoyoungwomenwerebuoyedupasthoughuponegy
ananchoredballoon.Theywerebothinwhite,
és
andtheirdresseswereripplingés
andflutteringasiftheyvoltak
hadjustbeenblownbackinután
afterashortflightaroundtheház
house.Imusthavestoodfora
pár
fewmomentslisteningtothewhipés
andsnapofthecurtainsés
andthegroanofakép
pictureonthewall.Thentherewas
egy
aboomasTomBuchananshuta
therearwindowsandthecaughtwinddiedoutabouta
theroom,andthecurtainsés
andtherugsandthekét
twoyoungwomenballoonedslowlytoa
thefloor.Theyoungerofthe
kettő
twowasastrangertome.Shewasextended
teljes
fulllengthatherendofthedivan,teljesen
completelymotionless,andwithherchinraisedegy
alittle,asifshewerebalancingvalami
somethingonitwhichwaselég
quitelikelytofall.Ifshe
látott
sawmeoutofthecornerofhereyessheadott
gavenohintofit—indeed,Iwasmajdnem
almostsurprisedintomurmuringanapologyforhavingdisturbedherbycomingin.The
másik
othergirl,Daisy,madeanattempttorise—sheleanedslightlyelőre
forwardwithaconscientiousexpression—thenshelaughed,anabszurd
absurd,charminglittlelaugh,andIlaughedis
tooandcameforwardintotheroom.“I’mp-paralysed
a
withhappiness.”Shelaughedagain,asifshesaid
valami
somethingverywitty,andheldmyhandforamoment,lookingupintomyface,promisingthattherewasnooneintheworldshesomuchakarna
wantedtosee.Thatwasawayshe
volt
had.Shehintedinamurmur
hogy
thatthesurnameofthebalancinglány
girlwasBaker.(I’veheardit
mondják
saidthatDaisy’smurmurwascsak
onlytomakepeopleleanfelé
towardher;anirrelevantcriticismthatmadeit
nem
nolesscharming.)Atanyrate,
Miss
MissBaker’slipsfluttered,shenoddedatmemajdnem
almostimperceptibly,andthenquicklytippedherfejét
headbackagain—theobjectshewasbalancinghadnyilvánvalóan
obviouslytotteredalittleandgivenhersomethingofegy
afright.Againasortof
bocsánatkérés
apologyarosetomylips.Szinte
Almostanyexhibitionofcompleteself-sufficiencydrawsastunnedtributefromme.Ilookedbackatmycousin,
aki
whobegantoaskmequestionsinherlow,thrillinghangon
voice.Itwasthekindof
hang
voicethattheearfollowsfel
upanddown,asifminden
eachspeechisanarrangementofnotesamit
thatwillneverbeplayedagain.Her
arca
facewassadandlovelywithfényes
brightthingsinit,brighteyesés
andabrightpassionatemouth,de
buttherewasanexcitementinhervoiceamit
thatmenwhohadcaredforherfounddifficulttoforget:egy
asingingcompulsion,awhispered“Listen,”egy
apromisethatshehadcsinált
donegay,excitingthingsjustegy
awhilesinceandthatthereweregay,izgalmas
excitingthingshoveringinthekövetkező
nexthour.ItoldherhowIhad
megálltam
stoppedoffinChicagoforegy
adayonmywayEast,és
andhowadozenpeoplehadsenttheirlovekeresztül
throughme.“Dotheymissme?”
shecriedecstatically.
“Thewhole
város
townisdesolate.Allthecars
van
havetheleftrearwheelpaintedblackasegy
amourningwreath,andthere’segy
apersistentwailallnightalongaz
thenorthshore.”“Howgorgeous!
Let’sgoback,Tom.
Tomorrow!”
Thensheaddedirrelevantly:
“Yououghtto
látnod
seethebaby.”“I’dliketo.”
“She’sasleep.
She’s
három
threeyearsold.Haven’tyouever
láttad
seenher?”“Never.”
“Well,yououghtto
látnod
seeher.She’s—”.
TomBuchanan,
aki
whohadbeenhoveringrestlesslyabouttheroom,megállt
stoppedandrestedhishandonmyshoulder.“Whatyou
csinálsz
doing,Nick?”“I’mabondman.”
“Whowith?”
Itold
neki
him.“Neverheardofthem,”heremarkeddecisively.
Ez
Thisannoyedme.“Youwill,”Iansweredshortly.
“Youwill
ha
ifyoustayintheEast.”“Oh,I’ll
maradok
stayintheEast,don’tyouworry,”hemondta
said,glancingatDaisyandthenbackatrám
me,asifhewerealertforvalami
somethingmore.“I’dbea
Isten
Goddamnedfooltolivebárhol
anywhereelse.”Atthispoint
Miss
MissBakersaid:“Absolutely!”
with
olyan
suchsuddennessthatIstarted—itwastheelső
firstwordshehadutteredsinceIcameintotheroom.Evidentlyitsurprisedherasmuchasitdid
engem
me,forsheyawnedandwithegy
aseriesofrapid,deftmovementsstoodfel
upintotheroom.“I’mstiff,”shecomplained,“I’vebeenlyingonthatsofaforaslongasIcanremember.”
“Don’t
nézz
lookatme,”Daisyretorted,“I’vebeentryingtogetyoutoNewYorkallafternoon.”“No,thanks,”
mondta
saidMissBakertothenégy
fourcocktailsjustinfromthepantry.“I’m
teljesen
absolutelyintraining.”Herhostlookedatherincredulously.
“Youare!”
Hetookdownhisdrinkasifitwere
egy
adropinthebottomofegy
aglass.“Howyouevergetanything
csinálsz
doneisbeyondme.”Ilookedat
Miss
MissBaker,wonderingwhatitwasshe“gotdone.”Ienjoyed
nézni
lookingather.Shewasaslender,small-breasted
lány
girl,withanerectcarriage,whichsheaccentuatedbythrowingherbodybackwardattheshouldersmint
likeayoungcadet.Her
szürke
greysun-strainedeyeslookedbackatmewithudvarias
politereciprocalcuriosityoutofegy
awan,charming,discontentedface.Itoccurredtome
most
nowthatIhadseenőt
her,orapictureofőt
her,somewherebefore.“YouliveinWestEgg,”sheremarkedcontemptuously.
“Iknowsomebodythere.”
“Idon’tknowasingle—”.
“You
kell
mustknowGatsby.”“Gatsby?”
demanded
Daisy
Daisy.“WhatGatsby?”
BeforeIcouldreply
hogy
thathewasmyneighbourdinnerwasannounced;wedginghis
feszült
tensearmimperativelyundermine,TomBuchanancompelledmefromtheroomasthoughheweremovingegy
acheckertoanothersquare.Slenderly,languidly,theirhandsset
enyhén
lightlyontheirhips,thekét
twoyoungwomenprecededusoutontoegy
arosy-colouredporch,opentowardthenaplemente
sunset,wherefourcandlesflickeredonthetableinthediminishedwind.“Whycandles?”
objected
Daisy
Daisy,frowning.Shesnappedthem
ki
outwithherfingers.“In
két
twoweeksit’llbetheleghosszabb
longestdayintheyear.”Shelookedatusallradiantly.
“Doyou
mindig
alwayswatchforthelongestdayofaz
theyearandthenmissit?I
mindig
alwayswatchforthelongestdayinaz
theyearandthenmissit.”“Weoughttoplansomething,”yawned
Miss
MissBaker,sittingdownataz
thetableasifsheweregettingintobed.“Allright,”
mondta
saidDaisy.“What’llweplan?”
Sheturnedtomehelplessly:
“Whatdo
emberek
peopleplan?”BeforeIcouldanswerhereyesfastenedwith
egy
anawedexpressiononherlittlefinger.“Look!”
shecomplained;
“Ihurtit.”
Wealllooked—theknucklewas
fekete
blackandblue.“Youdidit,Tom,”she
mondta
saidaccusingly.“Iknowyoudidn’tmean
hogy
to,butyoudiddoit.That’swhatI
kapom
getformarryingabruteofegy
aman,agreat,big,hulkingfizikai
physicalspecimenofa—”.“I
utálom
hatethatword‘hulking,’ ”objectedTomcrossly,“eveninkidding.”“Hulking,”
ragaszkodott
insistedDaisy.Sometimessheand
Miss
MissBakertalkedatonce,unobtrusivelyés
andwithabanteringinconsequencethatwasneverquitechatter,thatwasashűvös
coolastheirwhitedressesés
andtheirimpersonaleyesinthehiányában
absenceofalldesire.Theywerehere,
és
andtheyacceptedTomandengem
me,makingonlyapolitepleasantefforttoentertainvagy
ortobeentertained.They
tudták
knewthatpresentlydinnerwouldbeoverés
andalittlelatertheeste
eveningtoowouldbeoverés
andcasuallyputaway.Itwas
élesen
sharplydifferentfromtheWest,ahol
whereaneveningwashurriedfromphasetophasefelé
towardsitsclose,inacontinuallycsalódott
disappointedanticipationorelseinpuszta
sheernervousdreadofthemomentitself.“Youmakeme
érzem
feeluncivilized,Daisy,”Iconfessedonmymásodik
secondglassofcorkybutmeglehetősen
ratherimpressiveclaret.“Can’tyoutalkaboutcrops
vagy
orsomething?”Imeantnothinginparticularbythisremark,
de
butitwastakenupinanunexpectedway.“Civilization’sgoingtopieces,”broke
ki
outTomviolently.“I’vegottentobeaterriblepessimistaboutthings.
HaveyoureadTheRiseoftheColouredEmpiresbythismanGoddard?”
“Why,no,”Ianswered,
meglehetősen
rathersurprisedbyhistone.“Well,it’s
egy
afinebook,andeverybodyoughttoreadez
it.Theideaisifwedon’tlookoutthe
fehér
whiteracewillbe—willbeteljesen
utterlysubmerged.It’sallscientificstuff;
it’sbeenproved.”