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I
Inmyyounger
e
andmorevulnerableyearsmy
padre
fathergavemesomeadvice
che
thatI’vebeenturningoverinmy
mente
mindeversince.
“Wheneveryoufeellikecriticizinganyone,”he
detto
toldme,“justrememberthat
tutte
allthepeopleinthis
mondo
worldhaven’thadtheadvantages
che
thatyou’vehad.”
Hedidn’t
detto
sayanymore,butwe’ve
sempre
alwaysbeenunusuallycommunicativeinareserved
modo
way,andIunderstoodthathe
detto
meantagreatdealmorethanthat.
Inconsequence,I’minclinedtoreserve
tutti
alljudgements,ahabitthat
ha
hasopenedupmanycuriousnaturestome
e
andalsomademethevictimofnot
un
afewveteranbores.
Theabnormal
mente
mindisquicktodetect
e
andattachitselftothisquality
quando
whenitappearsinanormalperson,
e
andsoitcameabout
che
thatincollegeIwasunjustlyaccusedofbeingapolitician,
perché
becauseIwasprivytothesecretgriefsofwild,unknownmen.
Maggior parte
Mostoftheconfidenceswereunsought—frequentlyI
ho
havefeignedsleep,preoccupation,orahostilelevity
quando
whenIrealizedbysomeunmistakable
segno
signthatanintimaterevelationwasquiveringon
la
thehorizon;
fortheintimaterevelationsof
giovani
youngmen,oratleastthetermsin
cui
whichtheyexpressthem,areusuallyplagiaristic
e
andmarredbyobvioussuppressions.
Reservingjudgementsis
una
amatterofinfinitehope.
Iam
ancora
stillalittleafraidof
perdere
missingsomethingifIforget
che
that,asmyfathersnobbishlysuggested,
e
andIsnobbishlyrepeat,asenseofthefundamentaldecenciesisparcelledoutunequallyatbirth.
E
And,afterboastingthiswayofmytolerance,Icometotheadmission
che
thatithasalimit.
Conductmaybefoundedon
la
thehardrockorthewetmarshes,
ma
butafteracertainpointIdon’tcarewhatit’sfounded
su
on.
WhenIcamebackfrom
il
theEastlastautumnI
sentito
feltthatIwantedthe
mondo
worldtobeinuniform
e
andatasortofmoralattentionforever;
Iwanted
non
nomoreriotousexcursionswithprivilegedglimpsesintothe
umano
humanheart.
OnlyGatsby,themanwho
dà
giveshisnametothis
libro
book,wasexemptfrommyreaction—Gatsby,whorepresented
tutto
everythingforwhichIhave
un
anunaffectedscorn.
Ifpersonalityisanunbrokenseriesofsuccessfulgestures,thentherewas
qualcosa
somethinggorgeousabouthim,someheightenedsensitivitytothepromisesof
vita
life,asifhewererelatedtooneofthoseintricatemachines
che
thatregisterearthquakestenthousandmilesaway.
Questa
Thisresponsivenesshadnothingto
fare
dowiththatflabbyimpressionabilitywhichisdignified
sotto
underthenameofthe“creativetemperament”—itwasanextraordinarygiftfor
speranza
hope,aromanticreadinesssuchasIhaveneverfoundinanyotherperson
e
andwhichitisnotlikelyIshalleverfindagain.
No—Gatsbyturnedout
tutto
allrightattheend;
itiswhatpreyedonGatsby,whatfouldustfloatedinthe
scia
wakeofhisdreamsthattemporarily
chiuso
closedoutmyinterestintheabortivesorrows
e
andshort-windedelationsofmen.
My
famiglia
familyhavebeenprominent,well-to-dopeoplein
questa
thisMiddleWesterncityfor
tre
threegenerations.
TheCarrawaysaresomethingofaclan,
e
andwehaveatraditionthatwe’redescendedfromtheDukesofBuccleuch,
ma
buttheactualfounderofmy
linea
linewasmygrandfather’sbrother,who
venne
camehereinfifty-one,sentasubstitutetotheCivil
Guerra
War,andstartedthewholesalehardwarebusinessthatmy
padre
fathercarriesontoday.
Inever
visto
sawthisgreat-uncle,butI’msupposedtolooklikehim—with
particolare
specialreferencetotheratherhard-boiledpainting
che
thathangsinfather’soffice.
IgraduatedfromNewHavenin1915,
appena
justaquarterofacenturyaftermy
padre
father,andalittlelaterIparticipatedinthatdelayedTeutonicmigrationknownas
la
theGreatWar.
Ienjoyed
il
thecounter-raidsothoroughlythatIcamebackrestless.
Insteadofbeing
il
thewarmcentreofthe
mondo
world,theMiddleWestnowseemedlike
il
theraggededgeoftheuniverse—soIdecidedto
andare
goEastandlearnthebondbusiness.
Tutti
EverybodyIknewwasinthebond
affari
business,soIsupposeditcouldsupport
un
onemoresingleman.
Allmyaunts
e
andunclestalkeditoveras
se
iftheywerechoosingaprep
scuola
schoolforme,andfinally
dissero
said,“Why—ye-es,”withverygrave,hesitantfaces.
Padre
Fatheragreedtofinancemefor
un
ayear,andaftervariousdelaysI
venni
cameEast,permanently,Ithought,inthespringoftwenty-two.
Thepractical
cosa
thingwastofindroomsinthecity,
ma
butitwasawarmseason,
e
andIhadjustleftacountryofwidelawns
e
andfriendlytrees,sowhena
giovane
youngmanattheofficesuggested
che
thatwetakeahouse
insieme
togetherinacommutingtown,it
sembrava
soundedlikeagreatidea.
He
trovò
foundthehouse,aweather-beatencardboardbungalowateighty
un
amonth,butatthelast
minuto
minutethefirmorderedhimtoWashington,
e
andIwentoutto
la
thecountryalone.
Ihadadog—at
almeno
leastIhadhimfora
qualche
fewdaysuntilheranaway—andan
vecchio
oldDodgeandaFinnish
donna
woman,whomademybed
e
andcookedbreakfastandmutteredFinnishwisdomtoherself
sopra
overtheelectricstove.
Itwaslonelyfora
giorno
dayorsountilone
mattina
morningsomeman,morerecentlyarrived
di
thanI,stoppedmeontheroad.
“Howdoyou
arriva
gettoWestEggvillage?”
he
chiese
askedhelplessly.
Itoldhim.
E
AndasIwalkedonIwaslonely
non
nolonger.
Iwasaguide,apathfinder,anoriginalsettler.
He
aveva
hadcasuallyconferredonme
la
thefreedomoftheneighbourhood.
E
Andsowiththesunshine
e
andthegreatburstsofleavesgrowingonthetrees,
proprio
justasthingsgrowinfastmovies,I
avevo
hadthatfamiliarconvictionthat
vita
lifewasbeginningoveragainwiththesummer.
Therewassomuchto
leggere
read,foronething,andsomuchfinehealthtobepulled
giù
downoutoftheyoungbreath-givingair.
I
comprai
boughtadozenvolumesonbanking
e
andcreditandinvestmentsecurities,
e
andtheystoodonmyshelfin
rosso
redandgoldlikenew
denaro
moneyfromthemint,promisingtounfold
i
theshiningsecretsthatonlyMidas
e
andMorganandMaecenasknew.
E
AndIhadthehighintentionof
leggere
readingmanyotherbooksbesides.
Iwasratherliteraryincollege—one
anno
yearIwroteaseriesofverysolemn
e
andobviouseditorialsfortheYaleNews—and
ora
nowIwasgoingtobringbackallsuchthingsintomy
vita
lifeandbecomeagainthat
più
mostlimitedofallspecialists,
il
the“well-roundedman.”
Thisisn’t
solo
justanepigram—lifeismuch
più
moresuccessfullylookedatfromasinglewindow,
dopo
afterall.
Itwasa
questione
matterofchancethatIshould
avessi
haverentedahouseinoneofthestrangestcommunitiesinNorthAmerica.
ItwasonthatslenderriotousislandwhichextendsitselfdueeastofNewYork—and
dove
wherethereare,amongothernaturalcuriosities,
due
twounusualformationsofland.
Twentymilesfrom
il
thecityapairofenormouseggs,identicalincontour
e
andseparatedonlybyacourtesybay,jutoutinto
il
themostdomesticatedbodyofsalt
acqua
waterintheWesternhemisphere,
il
thegreatwetbarnyardofLongIslandSound.
Theyarenotperfectovals—liketheeggintheColumbus
storia
story,theyarebothcrushedflatatthecontactend—buttheirphysicalresemblance
deve
mustbeasourceofperpetualwondertothegulls
che
thatflyoverhead.
Tothewingless
un
amoreinterestingphenomenonistheirdissimilarityin
ogni
everyparticularexceptshapeandsize.
I
vivevo
livedatWestEgg,the—well,
il
thelessfashionableofthe
due
two,thoughthisisa
più
mostsuperficialtagtoexpress
il
thebizarreandnotalittlesinistercontrast
tra
betweenthem.
Myhousewasat
la
theverytipoftheegg,onlyfiftyyardsfrom
la
theSound,andsqueezedbetween
due
twohugeplacesthatrentedfortwelve
o
orfifteenthousandaseason.
Theoneonmy
destra
rightwasacolossalaffairby
qualsiasi
anystandard—itwasafactualimitationofsomeHôteldeVilleinNormandy,withatoweronone
lato
side,spankingnewunderathinbeardofrawivy,
e
andamarbleswimmingpool,
e
andmorethanfortyacresoflawn
e
andgarden.
ItwasGatsby’smansion.
O
Or,rather,asIdidn’tknowMr.Gatsby,itwas
un
amansioninhabitedbyagentlemanofthat
nome
name.
Myownhousewasaneyesore,
ma
butitwasasmalleyesore,
e
andithadbeenoverlooked,soI
avevo
hadaviewofthewater,apartialviewofmyneighbour’slawn,
e
andtheconsolingproximityofmillionaires—allforeightydollarsamonth.
AcrossthecourtesybaythewhitepalacesoffashionableEastEggglittered
lungo
alongthewater,andthehistoryofthesummer
davvero
reallybeginsontheeveningIdroveovertheretohave
cena
dinnerwiththeTomBuchanans.
Daisywasmysecondcousinonceremoved,
e
andI’dknownTomincollege.
E
AndjustafterthewarIspent
due
twodayswiththeminChicago.
Her
marito
husband,amongvariousphysicalaccomplishments,
abbiano
hadbeenoneofthe
più
mostpowerfulendsthatever
giocato
playedfootballatNewHaven—anationalfigureinaway,oneofthosemenwhoreachsuchanacutelimitedexcellenceattwenty-onethat
tutto
everythingafterwardsavoursofanticlimax.
His
famiglia
familywereenormouslywealthy—evenincollegehisfreedomwith
soldi
moneywasamatterforreproach—but
ora
nowhe’dleftChicagoand
venuto
comeEastinafashion
che
thatrathertookyourbreathaway:
forinstance,he’d
portato
broughtdownastringofpoloponiesfromLakeForest.
Itwas
difficile
hardtorealizethata
uomo
maninmyowngenerationwaswealthy
abbastanza
enoughtodothat.
Whythey
venuti
cameEastIdon’tknow.
They
avevano
hadspentayearinFrancefornoparticular
ragione
reason,andthendriftedhere
e
andthereunrestfullywhereverpeople
giocasse
playedpoloandwererich
insieme
together.
Thiswasapermanent
mossa
move,saidDaisyoverthetelephone,
ma
butIdidn’tbelieveit—I
avevo
hadnosightintoDaisy’s
cuore
heart,butIfeltthatTomwoulddriftonforeverseeking,alittlewistfully,for
la
thedramaticturbulenceofsomeirrecoverablefootballgame.
E
Andsoithappenedthaton
una
awarmwindyeveningIdroveovertoEastEggtosee
due
twooldfriendswhomIscarcelyknewatall.
Their
casa
housewasevenmoreelaboratethanIexpected,
un
acheerfulred-and-whiteGeorgianColonialmansion,overlooking
la
thebay.
Thelawnstartedatthebeach
e
andrantowardsthefront
porta
doorforaquarterof
un
amile,jumpingoversundials
e
andbrickwalksandburninggardens—finally
quando
whenitreachedthehousedrifting
su per
upthesideinbrightvinesasthoughfromthemomentumofitsrun.
The
anteriore
frontwasbrokenbyalineofFrenchwindows,glowing
ora
nowwithreflectedgoldandwideopentothewarmwindyafternoon,
e
andTomBuchananinridingclotheswas
stava
standingwithhislegsapartonthe
anteriore
frontporch.
HehadchangedsincehisNewHavenyears.
Ora
Nowhewasasturdystraw-haired
uomo
manofthirty,witharatherhardmouth
e
andasuperciliousmanner.
Twoshiningarroganteyes
avevano
hadestablisheddominanceoverhis
viso
faceandgavehimtheappearanceof
sempre
alwaysleaningaggressivelyforward.
Not
nemmeno
eventheeffeminateswankofhisridingclothescouldhidetheenormouspowerofthatbody—heseemedtofillthoseglisteningbootsuntilhestrainedthe
superiore
toplacing,andyoucould
vedere
seeagreatpackofmuscleshifting
quando
whenhisshouldermovedunderhisthincoat.
Itwas
un
abodycapableofenormousleverage—acruel
corpo
body.
Hisspeakingvoice,agruffhuskytenor,addedto
la
theimpressionoffractiousnessheconveyed.
Therewas
un
atouchofpaternalcontemptinit,eventoward
persone
peopleheliked—andthereweremenatNewHaven
che
whohadhatedhisguts.
“Now,don’t
pensare
thinkmyopiniononthesemattersisfinal,”heseemedto
dire
say,“justbecauseI’mstronger
e
andmoreofamanthanyouare.”
Wewereinthesameseniorsociety,
e
andwhilewewereneverintimateI
sempre
alwayshadtheimpressionthatheapprovedofme
e
andwantedmetolikehimwithsomeharsh,defiantwistfulnessofhisown.
We
parlato
talkedforafewminutesonthesunnyporch.
“I’vegot
un
aniceplacehere,”he
disse
said,hiseyesflashingaboutrestlessly.
Turningmearoundbyonearm,he
spostò
movedabroadflathand
lungo
alongthefrontvista,includinginitssweepasunkenItaliangarden,a
mezzo
halfacreofdeep,pungentroses,
e
andasnub-nosedmotorboatthatbumpedthetideoffshore.
“ItbelongedtoDemaine,theoilman.”
He
girato
turnedmearoundagain,politely
e
andabruptly.
“We’llgoinside.”
We
camminammo
walkedthroughahighhallwayinto
un
abrightrosy-colouredspace,fragilelyboundinto
le
thehousebyFrenchwindowsateitherend.
Thewindowswereajar
e
andgleamingwhiteagainstthefreshgrass
fuori
outsidethatseemedtogrow
un
alittlewayintothe
casa
house.
Abreezeblewthroughtheroom,blewcurtainsinatoneend
e
andouttheotherlikepaleflags,twistingthemuptowardthefrostedwedding-cakeoftheceiling,
e
andthenrippledoverthewine-colouredrug,makingashadowonitaswinddoesonthesea.
Theonlycompletelystationaryobjectintheroomwas
un
anenormouscouchonwhich
due
twoyoungwomenwerebuoyedupasthoughupon
un
ananchoredballoon.
Theywere
entrambe
bothinwhite,andtheirdresseswererippling
e
andflutteringasiftheyhad
appena
justbeenblownbackin
dopo
afterashortflightaround
i
thehouse.
Imusthavestoodfor
un
afewmomentslisteningto
il
thewhipandsnapof
il
thecurtainsandthegroanof
un
apictureonthewall.
Then
ci
therewasaboomasTomBuchanan
chiudeva
shuttherearwindowsandthe
catturato
caughtwinddiedoutabouttheroom,
e
andthecurtainsandtherugs
e
andthetwoyoungwomenballoonedslowlytothefloor.
Il
Theyoungerofthetwowasastrangerto
me
me.
Shewasextendedfulllengthather
fine
endofthedivan,completelymotionless,
e
andwithherchinraised
un
alittle,asifshewerebalancing
qualcosa
somethingonitwhichwas
abbastanza
quitelikelytofall.
Ifshe
vedeva
sawmeoutofthecornerofhereyesshe
dava
gavenohintofit—indeed,Iwas
quasi
almostsurprisedintomurmuringanapologyforhavingdisturbedherbycoming
a
in.
Theothergirl,Daisy,
fece
madeanattempttorise—sheleanedslightlyforwardwithaconscientiousexpression—thenshelaughed,anabsurd,charminglittlelaugh,
e
andIlaughedtooandcameforwardintotheroom.
“I’mp-paralysedwithhappiness.”
Shelaughed
di nuovo
again,asifshesaid
qualcosa
somethingverywitty,andheldmy
mano
handforamoment,lookingupintomy
faccia
face,promisingthattherewas
non
nooneintheworldshesomuchwantedto
vedere
see.
Thatwasawayshehad.
Shehintedin
un
amurmurthatthesurnameof
il
thebalancinggirlwasBaker.
(I’ve
sentito
hearditsaidthatDaisy’smurmurwas
solo
onlytomakepeopleleantoward
lei
her;
anirrelevantcriticismthatmadeit
non
nolesscharming.)
Atanyrate,
Signorina
MissBaker’slipsfluttered,shenoddedatme
quasi
almostimperceptibly,andthenquicklytippedher
testa
headbackagain—theobjectshewasbalancing
aveva
hadobviouslytotteredalittle
e
andgivenhersomethingof
un
afright.
Againasortofapologyarosetomylips.
Quasi
Almostanyexhibitionofcompleteself-sufficiencydraws
un
astunnedtributefromme.
I
guardai
lookedbackatmycousin,
che
whobegantoaskmequestionsinherlow,thrillingvoice.
Itwas
il
thekindofvoicethat
il
theearfollowsupand
giù
down,asifeachspeechis
un
anarrangementofnotesthatwillneverbeplayedagain.
Her
viso
facewassadandlovelywithbrightthingsin
esso
it,brighteyesandabrightpassionatemouth,
ma
buttherewasanexcitementinhervoicethatmenwhohadcaredforher
trovato
founddifficulttoforget:
asingingcompulsion,awhispered“Listen,”a
promessa
promisethatshehaddonegay,excitingthingsjustawhilesince
e
andthatthereweregay,excitingthingshoveringinthenexthour.
I
dissi
toldherhowIhad
fermato
stoppedoffinChicagofora
giorno
dayonmywayEast,
e
andhowadozenpeople
avevano
hadsenttheirlovethroughme.
“Dotheymissme?”
shecriedecstatically.
“Thewhole
città
townisdesolate.
Allthecars
hanno
havetheleftrearwheelpainted
nero
blackasamourningwreath,
e
andthere’sapersistentwail
tutte
allnightalongthenorthshore.”
“Howgorgeous!
Let’sgo
indietro
back,Tom.
Tomorrow!”
Thensheaddedirrelevantly:
“Yououghtto
vedere
seethebaby.”
“I’dliketo.”
“She’sasleep.
She’s
tre
threeyearsold.
Haven’tyoueverseenher?”
“Never.”
“Well,yououghttoseeher.
She’s—”.
TomBuchanan,
che
whohadbeenhoveringrestlesslyabout
la
theroom,stoppedandrestedhis
mano
handonmyshoulder.
“Whatyou
facendo
doing,Nick?”
“I’mabondman.”
“Whowith?”
I
detto
toldhim.
“Neverheardofthem,”heremarkeddecisively.
Questo
Thisannoyedme.
“Youwill,”I
risposi
answeredshortly.
“Youwillifyou
resti
stayintheEast.”
“Oh,I’llstayintheEast,don’tyouworry,”he
disse
said,glancingatDaisyandthenbackat
me
me,asifhewerealertfor
qualcosa
somethingmore.
“I’dbeaGoddamnedfoolto
vivessi
liveanywhereelse.”
Atthis
punto
pointMissBakersaid:
“Absolutely!”
with
tale
suchsuddennessthatIstarted—itwas
la
thefirstwordshehadutteredsinceIcameinto
la
theroom.
Evidentlyitsurprisedheras
quanto
muchasitdidme,forsheyawned
e
andwithaseriesofrapid,deftmovementsstoodupintotheroom.
“I’mstiff,”shecomplained,“I’vebeenlyingonthatsofaforaslongasIcanremember.”
“Don’t
cercato
lookatme,”Daisyretorted,“I’vebeentryingtogetyoutoNewYork
tutto
allafternoon.”
“No,thanks,”said
Signorina
MissBakertothefourcocktails
appena
justinfromthepantry.
“I’mabsolutelyintraining.”
Herhost
guardò
lookedatherincredulously.
“Youare!”
He
preso
tookdownhisdrinkas
se
ifitwereadropin
il
thebottomofaglass.
“Howyoueverget
qualcosa
anythingdoneisbeyondme.”
I
guardato
lookedatMissBaker,wonderingwhatitwasshe“gotdone.”
Ienjoyedlookingather.
Shewasaslender,small-breasted
ragazza
girl,withanerectcarriage,
che
whichsheaccentuatedbythrowingher
corpo
bodybackwardattheshoulders
come
likeayoungcadet.
Hergreysun-strainedeyes
guardavano
lookedbackatmewithpolitereciprocalcuriosityoutof
un
awan,charming,discontentedface.
Itoccurredtomenow
che
thatIhadseenher,
o
orapictureofher,somewhere
prima
before.
“YouliveinWestEgg,”sheremarkedcontemptuously.
“Iknow
qualcuno
somebodythere.”
“Idon’tknowasingle—”.
“You
devi
mustknowGatsby.”
“Gatsby?”
demandedDaisy.
“WhatGatsby?”
Prima
BeforeIcouldreplythathewasmyneighbour
cena
dinnerwasannounced;
wedginghistensearmimperatively
sotto
undermine,TomBuchanancompelledmefrom
il
theroomasthoughhewere
spostando
movingacheckertoanothersquare.
Slenderly,languidly,theirhandssetlightlyontheirhips,the
due
twoyoungwomenprecededusoutonto
un
arosy-colouredporch,opentowardthesunset,
dove
wherefourcandlesflickeredonthetableinthediminishedwind.
“Whycandles?”
objectedDaisy,frowning.
Shesnappedthemoutwithherfingers.
“In
due
twoweeksit’llbethelongest
giorno
dayintheyear.”
Shelookedatus
tutti
allradiantly.
“Doyoualwayswatchfor
il
thelongestdayoftheyear
e
andthenmissit?
I
sempre
alwayswatchforthelongest
giorno
dayintheyearandthen
perdo
missit.”
“Weoughtto
pianificare
plansomething,”yawnedMissBaker,sittingdownat
la
thetableasifsheweregettinginto
letto
bed.
“Allright,”saidDaisy.
“What’llweplan?”
Sheturnedtomehelplessly:
“Whatdopeopleplan?”
Prima
BeforeIcouldanswerhereyesfastened
di
withanawedexpressiononherlittlefinger.
“Look!”
shecomplained;
“I
ferito
hurtit.”
Wealllooked—theknucklewasblack
e
andblue.
“Youdidit,Tom,”she
disse
saidaccusingly.
“Iknowyoudidn’tmeanto,
ma
butyoudiddoit.
That’swhatIgetformarrying
un
abruteofaman,
un
agreat,big,hulkingphysicalspecimenofa—”.
“Ihatethatword‘hulking,’ ”objectedTomcrossly,“eveninkidding.”
“Hulking,”insistedDaisy.
A volte
SometimessheandMissBaker
parlavano
talkedatonce,unobtrusivelyandwith
un
abanteringinconsequencethatwasneverquitechatter,
che
thatwasascoolastheirwhitedresses
e
andtheirimpersonaleyesintheabsenceofalldesire.
Theywere
qui
here,andtheyacceptedTom
e
andme,makingonlyapolitepleasantefforttoentertain
o
ortobeentertained.
They
sapevano
knewthatpresentlydinnerwouldbe
più
overandalittlelater
la
theeveningtoowouldbe
più
overandcasuallyputaway.
Itwassharply
diverso
differentfromtheWest,whereaneveningwashurriedfromphasetophasetowardsitsclose,inacontinuallydisappointedanticipation
o
orelseinsheernervousdreadofthe
momento
momentitself.
“Youmakeme
sentire
feeluncivilized,Daisy,”Iconfessedonmysecondglassofcorky
ma
butratherimpressiveclaret.
“Can’tyou
parlare
talkaboutcropsorsomething?”
Imeant
nulla
nothinginparticularbythisremark,
ma
butitwastakenupinanunexpected
modo
way.
“Civilization’sgoingtopieces,”brokeoutTomviolently.
“I’vegottentobe
un
aterriblepessimistaboutthings.
Hai
HaveyoureadTheRiseoftheColouredEmpiresbythismanGoddard?”
“Why,no,”I
risposi
answered,rathersurprisedbyhistone.
“Well,it’s
un
afinebook,andeverybodyoughttoreadit.
La
Theideaisifwedon’tlookout
la
thewhiteracewillbe—willbeutterlysubmerged.
It’s
tutto
allscientificstuff;
it’sbeenproved.”