I
Inmyyounger
i
andmorevulnerableyearsmyojciec
fathergavemesomeadvicethatI’vebeenturningoverinmymindeverod
since.“Wheneveryoufeellikecriticizinganyone,”he
powiedział
toldme,“justrememberthatallthepeopleintym
thisworldhaven’thadtheadvantagesże
thatyou’vehad.”Hedidn’t
powiedział
sayanymore,butwe’vezawsze
alwaysbeenunusuallycommunicativeinareservedsposób
way,andIunderstoodthathemeantagreatdealwięcej
morethanthat.Inconsequence,I’minclinedtoreserve
wszystkie
alljudgements,ahabitthathasopenedupwiele
manycuriousnaturestomea
andalsomademetheofiarą
victimofnotafewveteranbores.Theabnormal
umysł
mindisquicktodetecti
andattachitselftothisqualitygdy
whenitappearsinanormalosobie
person,andsoitcameo
aboutthatincollegeIwasunjustlyaccusedofbeingapolitician,ponieważ
becauseIwasprivytothetajne
secretgriefsofwild,unknownmen.Większość
Mostoftheconfidenceswereunsought—frequentlyIhavefeignedsen
sleep,preoccupation,orahostilelevitygdy
whenIrealizedbysomeunmistakablesignże
thatanintimaterevelationwasquiveringonthehorizon;forthe
intymne
intimaterevelationsofyoungmen,lub
oratleastthetermsinwhichtheyexpressje
them,areusuallyplagiaristicandmarredbyoczywiste
obvioussuppressions.Reservingjudgementsisa
kwestia
matterofinfinitehope.Iamstilla
trochę
littleafraidofmissingsomethingjeśli
ifIforgetthat,asmyojciec
fathersnobbishlysuggested,andIsnobbishlypowtarzam
repeat,asenseofthepodstawowych
fundamentaldecenciesisparcelledoutunequallyatbirth.I
And,afterboastingthiswayofmytolerance,Icometotheadmissionże
thatithasalimit.Zachowanie
Conductmaybefoundedonthehardrocklub
orthewetmarshes,butpo
afteracertainpointIdon’tcarewhatit’sfoundedna
on.WhenIcamebackfromtheEastlastautumnI
czułem
feltthatIwantedtheworldtobeinuniformi
andatasortofmoraluwagę
attentionforever;Iwantedno
więcej
moreriotousexcursionswithprivilegedglimpsesintothehumanserce
heart.OnlyGatsby,themanwhogiveshis
nazwę
nametothisbook,wasexemptfrommyreaction—Gatsby,whorepresentedwszystko
everythingforwhichIhaveanunaffectedscorn.Jeśli
Ifpersonalityisanunbrokenseriesofudanych
successfulgestures,thentherewascoś
somethinggorgeousabouthim,someheightenedwrażliwość
sensitivitytothepromisesofżycia
life,asifhewererelatedtojedną
oneofthoseintricatemachinesktóre
thatregisterearthquakestenthousandmilesaway.Ta
Thisresponsivenesshadnothingtodowiththatflabbyimpressionabilitywhichisdignifiedpod
underthenameofthe“creativetemperament”—itwasanextraordinarydar
giftforhope,aromanticgotowość
readinesssuchasIhavenigdy nie
neverfoundinanyotherosobie
personandwhichitisnotlikelyIshalleverfindagain.No—Gatsbyturned
się
outallrightatthekońcu
end;itiswhatpreyedonGatsby,whatfoul
pył
dustfloatedinthewakeofhisdreamsktóry
thattemporarilyclosedoutmyinterestinten
theabortivesorrowsandshort-windedelationsofmen.Myfamilyhavebeenprominent,well-to-dopeoplein
tym
thisMiddleWesterncityfortrzech
threegenerations.TheCarrawaysare
czymś
somethingofaclan,andwemamy
haveatraditionthatwe’redescendedfromtheDukesofBuccleuch,ale
buttheactualfounderofmylinii
linewasmygrandfather’sbrother,whocametu
hereinfifty-one,sentasubstitutetotheCivilWojny
War,andstartedthewholesalesprzętu
hardwarebusinessthatmyfatherprowadzi
carriesontoday.Inever
widziałem
sawthisgreat-uncle,butI’msupposedtowyglądać
looklikehim—withspecialreferencetotheraczej
ratherhard-boiledpaintingthathangsinfather’soffice.IgraduatedfromNewHavenin1915,
zaledwie
justaquarterofawieku
centuryaftermyfather,andalittlepóźniej
laterIparticipatedinthatdelayedTeutonicmigracji
migrationknownastheGreatWojna
War.Ienjoyedthecounter-raidsothoroughly
że
thatIcamebackrestless.Zamiast
Insteadofbeingthewarmcentreoftheświata
world,theMiddleWestnowwydawał
seemedliketheraggededgeoftheuniverse—soIdecidedtogoWschód
Eastandlearnthebondbusiness.Wszyscy
EverybodyIknewwasintheobligacji
bondbusiness,soIsupposeditcouldsupportonemoresingleman.Wszystkie
Allmyauntsandunclesrozmawiali
talkeditoverasiftheywerechoosingaprepschoolformnie
me,andfinallysaid,“Why—ye-es,”z
withverygrave,hesitantfaces.Ojciec
Fatheragreedtofinancemeforarok
year,andaftervariousdelaysIprzyszedłem
cameEast,permanently,Ithought,inthespringoftwenty-two.The
praktyczne
practicalthingwastofindroomsinthecity,ale
butitwasawarmpory roku
season,andIhadjustopuściłem
leftacountryofwidelawnsandfriendlytrees,sokiedy
whenayoungmanattheofficezasugerował
suggestedthatwetakeadom
housetogetherinacommutingtown,itsoundedjak
likeagreatidea.He
znalazł
foundthehouse,aweather-beatencardboardbungalowateightyamiesiąc
month,butatthelastchwili
minutethefirmorderedhimtoWashington,a
andIwentouttothecountrysam
alone.Ihadadog—atleastI
miałem
hadhimforafewdaysdopóki
untilheranaway—andanoldDodge
DodgeandaFinnishwoman,whomademyłóżko
bedandcookedbreakfastandmutteredFinnishwisdomtoherselfnad
overtheelectricstove.Itwaslonelyfora
dzień
dayorsountiloneranka
morningsomeman,morerecentlyarrivedniż
thanI,stoppedmeonthedrodze
road.“Howdoyougetto
West
WestEggvillage?”heaskedhelplessly.
I
powiedziałem
toldhim.AndasIwalkedonIwas
samotny
lonelynolonger.Iwasaguide,apathfinder,anoriginalsettler.
Hehad
przypadkowo
casuallyconferredonmethefreedomofthesąsiedztwa
neighbourhood.Andsowiththe
słońca
sunshineandthegreatburstsofleavesgrowingonthetrees,justasthingsrosną
growinfastmovies,Imiałem
hadthatfamiliarconvictionthatlifewasbeginningoveragainwiththelatem
summer.Therewassomuchtoread,foronething,
i
andsomuchfinehealthtobepulleddownoutoftheyoungbreath-givingair.Iboughtadozenvolumeson
bankowości
bankingandcreditandinvestmentsecurities,i
andtheystoodonmypółce
shelfinredandgoldjak
likenewmoneyfromthemennicy
mint,promisingtounfoldtheshiningsecretsktóre
thatonlyMidasandMorgani
andMaecenasknew.AndI
miałem
hadthehighintentionofreadingwiele
manyotherbooksbesides.Iwas
raczej
ratherliteraryincollege—oneyearIwroteaseriesofbardzo
verysolemnandobviouseditorialsfortheYaleNews—andteraz
nowIwasgoingtobringbackwszystkie
allsuchthingsintomyżycia
lifeandbecomeagainthatnajbardziej
mostlimitedofallspecialists,the“well-roundedman.”Thisisn’t
tylko
justanepigram—lifeismuchbardziej
moresuccessfullylookedatfromajednego
singlewindow,afterall.Itwasa
sprawa
matterofchancethatIshouldhavewynająłem
rentedahouseinoneofthestrangestcommunitiesinPółnocnej
NorthAmerica.Itwasonthatslenderriotous
wyspie
islandwhichextendsitselfduewschód
eastofNewYork—andwherethereare,między
amongothernaturalcuriosities,twoniezwykłe
unusualformationsofland.Twentymilesfromthe
miasta
cityapairofenormouseggs,identicalincontouri
andseparatedonlybyauprzejmości
courtesybay,jutoutintothenajbardziej
mostdomesticatedbodyofsaltwody
waterintheWesternhemisphere,thegreatwetbarnyardofLongIslandSound.Theyarenotperfectovals—likethe
jajko
eggintheColumbusstory,theyareoba
bothcrushedflatatthecontactend—buttheirfizyczne
physicalresemblancemustbeasourceofperpetualwondertothegullsktóre
thatflyoverhead.Tothewinglessa
bardziej
moreinterestingphenomenonistheirdissimilarityineveryparticularexceptshapei
andsize.Ilivedat
West
WestEgg,the—well,thelessfashionableofthedwóch
two,thoughthisisanajbardziej
mostsuperficialtagtoexpressthebizarrei
andnotalittlesinisterkontrast
contrastbetweenthem.Myhousewasattheverytipoftheegg,onlyfiftyyardsfromtheSound,
i
andsqueezedbetweentwohugeplacesktóre
thatrentedfortwelveorfifteentysięcy
thousandaseason.Theoneonmy
prawej
rightwasacolossalaffairbyanystandard—itwasafactualimitacja
imitationofsomeHôteldeVilleinNormandy,withatowerononestronie
side,spankingnewunderathinbeardofsurowego
rawivy,andamarbleswimmingpool,i
andmorethanfortyacresoflawni
andgarden.ItwasGatsby’smansion.
Albo
Or,rather,asIdidn’tznałem
knowMr.Gatsby,itwasamansioninhabitedbyapana
gentlemanofthatname.My
własny
ownhousewasaneyesore,ale
butitwasasmalleyesore,i
andithadbeenoverlooked,soImiałem
hadaviewofthewodę
water,apartialviewofmyneighbour’strawnik
lawn,andtheconsolingproximityofmillionaires—allforeightydollarsamonth.Acrossthecourtesy
zatoki
baythewhitepalacesoffashionableEastEggglitteredwzdłuż
alongthewater,andthehistoria
historyofthesummerreallybeginsonthewieczorem
eveningIdroveovertheretohavedinnerwiththeTomBuchanans.Daisy
Daisywasmysecondcousinonceremoved,a
andI’dknownTomincollege.I
AndjustafterthewarIspędziłem
spenttwodayswiththeminChicago.Her
mąż
husband,amongvariousphysicalaccomplishments,hadbeenoneofthemostpowerfulendsthatevergrały
playedfootballatNewHaven—anationalpostać
figureinaway,oneoftych
thosemenwhoreachsuchanostre
acutelimitedexcellenceattwenty-onethatwszystko
everythingafterwardsavoursofanticlimax.Hisfamilywereenormouslywealthy—evenincollegehisfreedom
z
withmoneywasamatterforreproach—butteraz
nowhe’dleftChicagoandcomeWschód
Eastinafashionthatraczej
rathertookyourbreathaway:for
przykład
instance,he’dbroughtdownastringofpoloponiesfromLakeForest.Itwas
ciężko
hardtorealizethataczłowiek
maninmyowngenerationwaswealthytyle
enoughtodothat.Whythey
przyszli
cameEastIdon’tknow.Theyhad
spędzili
spentayearinFranceforbez
noparticularreason,andthendryfował
driftedhereandthereunrestfullywhereverpeoplegrali
playedpoloandwererichrazem
together.Thiswasapermanentmove,
powiedziała
saidDaisyoverthetelephone,ale
butIdidn’tbelieveit—Ihadnie
nosightintoDaisy’sheart,ale
butIfeltthatTomwoulddriftonforeverszukał
seeking,alittlewistfully,forthedramaticturbulenceofsomeirrecoverablefootballgry
game.Andsoithappened
że
thatonawarmwindyeveningIdroveovertoEastEggtoseedwóch
twooldfriendswhomIscarcelyznałem
knewatall.Theirhousewas
jeszcze
evenmoreelaboratethanIspodziewałem
expected,acheerfulred-and-whiteGeorgianColonialmansion,overlookingthebay.The
trawnik
lawnstartedatthebeachi
andrantowardsthefrontdrzwi
doorforaquarterofamile,jumpingoversundialsi
andbrickwalksandburninggardens—finallygdy
whenitreachedthehousedriftingsię
upthesideinbrightvinesasthoughfromthemomentumofitsrun.ThefrontwasbrokenbyalineofFrenchwindows,glowing
teraz
nowwithreflectedgoldandwideopentotheciepłe
warmwindyafternoon,andTomBuchananinridingclotheswasstał
standingwithhislegsapartonthefrontganku
porch.HehadchangedsincehisNewHavenyears.
Teraz
Nowhewasasturdystraw-hairedmężczyzna
manofthirty,witharaczej
ratherhardmouthandasupercilioussposób
manner.Twoshiningarroganteyeshad
ustanowiły
establisheddominanceoverhisfacei
andgavehimtheappearanceofzawsze
alwaysleaningaggressivelyforward.Not
nawet
eventheeffeminateswankofhisridingclothescouldukryć
hidetheenormouspowerofthatbody—hewydawał
seemedtofillthoseglisteningbootsdopóki
untilhestrainedthetoplacing,a
andyoucouldseeawielki
greatpackofmuscleshiftinggdy
whenhisshouldermovedunderhisthincoat.Itwasabodycapableofenormousleverage—a
okrutne
cruelbody.Hisspeakingvoice,agruffhusky
tenor
tenor,addedtotheimpressionoffractiousnessheconveyed.Therewasatouchofpaternalcontemptin
go
it,eventowardpeopleheliked—andthereweremenatNewHavenktórzy
whohadhatedhisguts.“Now,don’t
myśl
thinkmyopiniononthesemattersisfinal,”hewydawał
seemedtosay,“justbecauseI’msilniejszy
strongerandmoreofamężczyzna
manthanyouare.”Wewereinthe
tym samym
sameseniorsociety,andwhilewewerenigdy nie
neverintimateIalwayshadthewrażenie
impressionthatheapprovedofmei
andwantedmetolikehimwithsomeharsh,defiantwistfulnessofhisown.We
rozmawialiśmy
talkedforafewminutesonthesunnyganku
porch.“I’vegotaniceplacehere,”he
powiedział
said,hiseyesflashingaboutrestlessly.Turningmearoundby
jedną
onearm,hemovedabroadflathandwzdłuż
alongthefrontvista,includinginitssweepazatopiony
sunkenItaliangarden,ahalfakra
acreofdeep,pungentroses,i
andasnub-nosedmotorboatthatbumpedtheprzypływ
tideoffshore.“ItbelongedtoDemaine,theoilman.”
Heturnedmearound
ponownie
again,politelyandabruptly.“We’llgoinside.”
Wewalkedthroughahighhallwayintoabrightrosy-coloured
przestrzeni
space,fragilelyboundintothehousebyFrenchwindowsateitherend.Thewindowswereajar
i
andgleamingwhiteagainstthefreshtrawie
grassoutsidethatseemedtogrowatrochę
littlewayintothehouse.Abreeze
dmuchał
blewthroughtheroom,blewcurtainsinatjednym
oneendandoutthedrugiej
otherlikepaleflags,twistingthemupkierunku
towardthefrostedwedding-cakeoftheceiling,andthenrippledoverthewine-colouredrug,makingacień
shadowonitaswinddoesonthemorzu
sea.Theonlycompletelystationaryobjectintheroomwasanenormouscouchonwhich
dwie
twoyoungwomenwerebuoyedupasthoughuponananchoredbalon
balloon.Theywerebothinwhite,andtheirdresseswereripplingandflutteringasiftheyhadjustbeenblown
powrotem
backinafterashortflightwokół
aroundthehouse.Imusthavestoodfora
kilka
fewmomentslisteningtothewhipi
andsnapofthecurtainsi
andthegroanofapictureonthewall.ThentherewasaboomasTomBuchanan
zamknął
shuttherearwindowsandthecaughtwiatr
winddiedoutaboutthepomieszczeniu
room,andthecurtainsandtherugsandthedwie
twoyoungwomenballoonedslowlytothefloor.The
młodszy
youngerofthetwowasastrangertomnie
me.Shewasextendedfull
długość
lengthatherendofthedivan,całkowicie
completelymotionless,andwithherchinraisedatrochę
little,asifshewerebalancingcoś
somethingonitwhichwasdość
quitelikelytofall.Ifshesawmeoutofthecornerofhereyesshe
dała
gavenohintofit—indeed,Iwasprawie
almostsurprisedintomurmuringanprzeprosiny
apologyforhavingdisturbedherbycomingw
in.Theothergirl,Daisy,madeanattempttorise—sheleaned
lekko
slightlyforwardwithaconscientiousexpression—thenshelaughed,anabsurd,uroczy
charminglittlelaugh,andIlaughedteż
tooandcameforwardintotheroom.“I’mp-paralysedwithhappiness.”
Shelaughed
ponownie
again,asifshesaidcoś
somethingverywitty,andheldmyrękę
handforamoment,lookingsię
upintomyface,promisingże
thattherewasnooneintheświecie
worldshesomuchwantedtosee.Thatwasa
droga
wayshehad.Shehintedinamurmur
że
thatthesurnameofthebalancinggirlwasBaker
Baker.(I’vehearditsaid
że
thatDaisy’smurmurwasonlytomakepeopleleantowardniej
her;anirrelevantcriticismthat
uczyniła
madeitnolesscharming.)Atanyrate,MissBaker’slipsfluttered,shenoddedatme
niemal
almostimperceptibly,andthenquicklytippedhergłowę
headbackagain—theobjectshewasbalancinghadobviouslytotteredatrochę
littleandgivenhersomethingofafright.Znowu
Againasortofapologyarosetomylips.Prawie
Almostanyexhibitionofcompleteself-sufficiencydrawsastunnedhołd
tributefromme.Ilooked
powrotem
backatmycousin,whobegantoaskmequestionsinherlow,thrillinggłosem
voice.Itwasthekindof
głosu
voicethattheearfollowsgórę
upanddown,asifkażda
eachspeechisanarrangementofnotesthatwillneverbeplayedagain.Herfacewassad
i
andlovelywithbrightthingsinit,jasne
brighteyesandabrightpassionateusta
mouth,buttherewasanexcitementinhervoiceże
thatmenwhohadcaredforherfounddifficulttoforget:asingingcompulsion,awhispered“Listen,”a
obietnica
promisethatshehaddonegay,ekscytujące
excitingthingsjustawhilesincei
andthatthereweregay,ekscytujące
excitingthingshoveringinthenexthour.Itoldher
jak
howIhadstoppedoffinChicagoforadzień
dayonmywayEast,i
andhowadozenpeoplehadwysłał
senttheirlovethroughme.“Dotheymissme?”
she
płakała
criedecstatically.“Thewholetownisdesolate.
Wszystkie
Allthecarshavethelefttylne
rearwheelpaintedblackasamourningwieniec
wreath,andthere’sapersistentwailwszystkie
allnightalongthenorthshore.”“Howgorgeous!
Let’sgoback,Tom.
Tomorrow!”
Thenshe
dodała
addedirrelevantly:“Yououghttoseethebaby.”
“I’dliketo.”
“She’s
śpi
asleep.She’sthreeyearsold.
Haven’tyouever
widziałeś
seenher?”“Never.”
“Well,yououghttoseeher.
She’s—”.
TomBuchanan,
który
whohadbeenhoveringrestlesslyabouttheroom,zatrzymał
stoppedandrestedhishandonmyshoulder.“Whatyoudoing,Nick?”
“I’ma
obligacji
bondman.”“Whowith?”
I
powiedziałem
toldhim.“Neverheardofthem,”heremarkeddecisively.
Thisannoyed
mnie
me.“Youwill,”Ianswered
wkrótce
shortly.“YouwillifyoustayintheEast.”
“Oh,I’llstayintheEast,don’tyouworry,”he
powiedział
said,glancingatDaisyandthenbackatmnie
me,asifhewerealertforcoś
somethingmore.“I’dbeaGoddamnedfooltolive
gdziekolwiek
anywhereelse.”Atthispoint
Panna
MissBakersaid:“Absolutely!”
withsuchsuddenness
które
thatIstarted—itwasthefirstsłowo
wordshehadutteredsinceIcameintotheroom.Najwyraźniej
Evidentlyitsurprisedherasmuchasitdidmnie
me,forsheyawnedandwithaseriesofrapid,deftmovementsstoodupintotheroom.“I’mstiff,”shecomplained,“I’vebeenlyingonthat
kanapie
sofaforaslongasIcanremember.”“Don’t
patrz
lookatme,”Daisyretorted,“I’vebeenpróbowałem
tryingtogetyoutoNowego
NewYorkallafternoon.”“No,thanks,”
powiedziała
saidMissBakertothefourcocktailsjustinfromthepantry.“I’mabsolutelyintraining.”
Herhost
spojrzał
lookedatherincredulously.“Youare!”
He
wziął
tookdownhisdrinkasifitwereakropla
dropinthebottomofaglass.“Howyoueverget
coś
anythingdoneisbeyondme.”I
spojrzałam
lookedatMissBaker,wonderingwhatitwasshe“gotdone.”Ienjoyedlookingather.
Shewasaslender,small-breastedgirl,
z
withanerectcarriage,whichsheaccentuatedbythrowingherbodybackwardattheshouldersjak
likeayoungcadet.Her
szare
greysun-strainedeyeslookedbackatmewithpolitereciprocalcuriosityoutofawan,charming,discontentedtwarzy
face.Itoccurredtome
teraz
nowthatIhadseenher,lub
orapictureofher,somewherebefore.“Youlivein
West
WestEgg,”sheremarkedcontemptuously.“I
znam
knowsomebodythere.”“Idon’t
znam
knowasingle—”.“Youmust
znać
knowGatsby.”“Gatsby?”
demandedDaisy.
“WhatGatsby?”
Zanim
BeforeIcouldreplythathewasmyneighbourdinnerwasannounced;wedginghistensearmimperativelyundermine,TomBuchanan
zmusił
compelledmefromtheroomasthoughheweremovingacheckertoanothersquare.Slenderly,languidly,theirhandsset
lekko
lightlyontheirhips,thedwie
twoyoungwomenprecededusoutontoarosy-colouredganek
porch,opentowardthesunset,gdzie
wherefourcandlesflickeredonthestole
tableinthediminishedwind.“Whycandles?”
objected
Daisy
Daisy,frowning.Shesnappedthemoutwithherfingers.
“In
dwa
twoweeksit’llbethenajdłuższy
longestdayintheyear.”She
spojrzała
lookedatusallradiantly.“Doyou
zawsze
alwayswatchforthelongestdzień
dayoftheyearandthenmissgo
it?Ialwayswatchforthe
najdłuższy
longestdayintheyeara
andthenmissit.”“Weoughttoplansomething,”yawned
Panna
MissBaker,sittingdownatthestole
tableasifsheweregettingintołóżka
bed.“Allright,”saidDaisy.
“What’llweplan?”
Sheturnedtomehelplessly:
“Whatdopeopleplan?”
Zanim
BeforeIcouldanswerhereyesfastenedz
withanawedexpressiononherlittlefinger.“Look!”
shecomplained;
“I
zraniłem
hurtit.”Wealllooked—theknucklewasblackandblue.
“You
zrobiłeś
didit,Tom,”shesaidaccusingly.“I
wiem
knowyoudidn’tmeanto,ale
butyoudiddoit.That’swhatIgetformarryingabruteofaman,agreat,big,hulkingphysical
okaz
specimenofa—”.“Ihatethat
słowa
word‘hulking,’ ”objectedTomcrossly,“eveninkidding.”“Hulking,”
nalegała
insistedDaisy.Sometimessheand
Panna
MissBakertalkedatonce,unobtrusivelyi
andwithabanteringinconsequencektóra
thatwasneverquitechatter,która
thatwasascoolastheirwhitedressesi
andtheirimpersonaleyesinthebraku
absenceofalldesire.Theywere
tutaj
here,andtheyacceptedTomi
andme,makingonlyauprzejmy
politepleasantefforttoentertainlub
ortobeentertained.They
wiedzieli
knewthatpresentlydinnerwouldbeoverandalittlepóźniej
latertheeveningtoowouldbeoverandprzypadkowo
casuallyputaway.ItwassharplydifferentfromtheWest,
gdzie
whereaneveningwashurriedfromfazy
phasetophasetowardsitsclose,inacontinuallydisappointedoczekiwaniu
anticipationorelseinsheernervousdreadofthemomentitself.“Youmakeme
czuję
feeluncivilized,Daisy,”Iconfessedonmysecondglassofcorkyale
butratherimpressiveclaret.“Can’tyoutalk
o
aboutcropsorsomething?”Imeantnothinginparticularby
ta
thisremark,butitwastakenupinanunexpectedsposób
way.“Civilization’sgoingtopieces,”broke
się
outTomviolently.“I’vegottentobeaterriblepessimistaboutthings.
HaveyoureadTheRiseoftheColouredEmpiresby
tego
thismanGoddard?”“Why,no,”I
odpowiedziałem
answered,rathersurprisedbyhistone.“Well,it’safinebook,
i
andeverybodyoughttoreadto
it.Theideaisifwedon’tlookoutthewhite
rasa
racewillbe—willbeutterlysubmerged.It’sallscientific
rzeczy
stuff;it’sbeenproved.”