I
Inmyyounger
e
andmorevulnerableyearsmypai
fathergavemesomeadviceque
thatI’vebeenturningoverinmymente
mindeversince.“Wheneveryou
sentir
feellikecriticizinganyone,”hedisse
toldme,“justrememberthattodas as
allthepeopleinthismundo
worldhaven’thadtheadvantagesque
thatyou’vehad.”Hedidn’t
disse
sayanymore,butwe’vesempre
alwaysbeenunusuallycommunicativeinuma
areservedway,andIentendi
understoodthathemeantagreatdealmais
morethanthat.Inconsequence,I’minclinedto
reservar
reservealljudgements,ahabitque
thathasopenedupmanycuriousnaturestomee
andalsomademethevítima
victimofnotafewveteranbores.The
anormal
abnormalmindisquicktodetectar
detectandattachitselftothisqualidade
qualitywhenitappearsinanormal
normalperson,andsoitcameaboutthatinfaculdade
collegeIwasunjustlyaccusedofbeingapolítico
politician,becauseIwasprivytothesecretgriefsofwild,unknownmen.A maioria
Mostoftheconfidenceswereunsought—frequentlyIhavefeignedsono
sleep,preoccupation,orahostilelevityquando
whenIrealizedbysomeunmistakablesinal
signthatanintimaterevelationwasquiveringona
thehorizon;fortheintimaterevelationsof
jovens
youngmen,oratleastthetermsinque
whichtheyexpressthem,aregeralmente
usuallyplagiaristicandmarredbyobvioussuppressions.Reservar
Reservingjudgementsisamatterofinfiniteesperança
hope.Iamstilla
pouco
littleafraidofmissingsomethingse
ifIforgetthat,asmypai
fathersnobbishlysuggested,andIsnobbishlyrepito
repeat,asenseofthefundamental
fundamentaldecenciesisparcelledoutunequallyatnascimento
birth.And,afterboastingthis
forma
wayofmytolerance,Icometotheadmissão
admissionthatithasalimite
limit.Conductmaybefoundedon
a
thehardrockorthewetmarshes,mas
butafteracertainpointIdon’tcarewhatit’sfoundedon.Quando
WhenIcamebackfromo
theEastlastautumnIsenti
feltthatIwantedthemundo
worldtobeinuniforme
andatasortofmoral
moralattentionforever;Iwanted
não
nomoreriotousexcursionswithprivilegedglimpsesintothehumano
humanheart.OnlyGatsby,the
homem
manwhogiveshisnametoeste
thisbook,wasexemptfrommyreaction—Gatsby,whorepresentava
representedeverythingforwhichItenho
haveanunaffectedscorn.If
personalidade
personalityisanunbrokenseriesofsuccessfulgestures,thentherewasalgo
somethinggorgeousabouthim,someheightenedsensibilidade
sensitivitytothepromisesofvida
life,asifhewererelacionado
relatedtooneofthoseintricatemachinesque
thatregisterearthquakestenthousandmilesdistância
away.Thisresponsivenesshadnothingtodo
com
withthatflabbyimpressionabilitywhichisdignifiedsob
underthenameofthe“creativetemperament”—itwasanextraordinário
extraordinarygiftforhope,aromanticreadinesssuchasItinha
haveneverfoundinanyotherpessoa
personandwhichitisnotprovável
likelyIshalleverfindagain.No—Gatsbyturnedoutallrightat
o
theend;itiswhatpreyedonGatsby,what
suja
fouldustfloatedintheesteira
wakeofhisdreamsthattemporariamente
temporarilyclosedoutmyinterestino
theabortivesorrowsandshort-windedelationsofmen.My
família
familyhavebeenprominent,well-to-dopessoas
peopleinthisMiddleWesterncidade
cityforthreegenerations.TheCarrawaysaresomethingofa
clã
clan,andwehaveatradição
traditionthatwe’redescendedfromtheDukesofBuccleuch,mas
buttheactualfounderofmylinewasmygrandfather’sirmão
brother,whocamehereinfifty-one,enviou
sentasubstitutetotheCivil
CivilWar,andstartedtheatacado
wholesalehardwarebusinessthatmypai
fathercarriesontoday.I
nunca
neversawthisgreat-uncle,butI’msupposedtolooklikehim—withespecial
specialreferencetotheratherhard-boiledpaintingque
thathangsinfather’soffice.I
formei
graduatedfromNewHavenin1915,apenas
justaquarterofaséculo
centuryaftermyfather,andum
alittlelaterIparticipatedinthatdelayedTeutonicmigração
migrationknownastheGreatGuerra
War.Ienjoyedthecounter-raidsothoroughly
que
thatIcamebackrestless.Em vez
Insteadofbeingthewarmcentro
centreoftheworld,theMédio
MiddleWestnowseemedliketheraggedborda
edgeoftheuniverse—soIdecidi
decidedtogoEastandaprender
learnthebondbusiness.EverybodyI
conhecia
knewwasinthebondnegócio
business,soIsupposeditpodia
couldsupportonemoresinglehomem
man.Allmyauntsanduncles
falaram
talkeditoverasiftheywereescolher
choosingaprepschoolformim
me,andfinallysaid,“Why—ye-es,”com
withverygrave,hesitantfaces.Pai
Fatheragreedtofinancemeforum
ayear,andaftervariousdelaysIvim
cameEast,permanently,Ithought,ino
thespringoftwenty-two.Thepractical
coisa
thingwastofindroomsinthecity,mas
butitwasawarmestação
season,andIhadjustdeixar
leftacountryofwidelawnse
andfriendlytrees,sowhenajovem
youngmanattheofficesugeriu
suggestedthatwetakeacasa
housetogetherinacommutingtown,itparecia
soundedlikeagreatidea.He
encontrou
foundthehouse,aweather-beatenpapelão
cardboardbungalowateightyamês
month,butatthelastminuto
minutethefirmorderedhimtoWashington,e
andIwentouttothecampo
countryalone.Ihadadog—at
menos
leastIhadhimforafewdaysaté
untilheranaway—andanvelho
oldDodgeandaFinnishmulher
woman,whomademybede
andcookedbreakfastandmutteredFinnishsabedoria
wisdomtoherselfovertheelétrico
electricstove.Itwaslonelyfora
dia
dayorsountilonemanhã
morningsomeman,morerecentlychegado
arrivedthanI,stoppedmeontheestrada
road.“HowdoyougettoWestEggvillage?”
he
perguntou
askedhelplessly.Itoldhim.
E
AndasIwalkedonIwaslonelynão
nolonger.Iwasa
guia
guide,apathfinder,anoriginalsettler.He
tinha
hadcasuallyconferredonmea
thefreedomoftheneighbourhood.E
Andsowiththesunshinee
andthegreatburstsofleavesgrowingonthetrees,justasthingsgrowinfastmovies,Itinha
hadthatfamiliarconvictionthatvida
lifewasbeginningoveragaincom
withthesummer.Therewasso
tanto
muchtoread,foronething,e
andsomuchfinehealthtobepulleddownoutofthejovem
youngbreath-givingair.Ibought
uma
adozenvolumesonbankinge
andcreditandinvestmentsecurities,e
andtheystoodonmyprateleira
shelfinredandgoldcomo
likenewmoneyfromthemint,prometendo
promisingtounfoldtheshiningsecretsque
thatonlyMidasandMorgane
andMaecenasknew.AndI
tinha
hadthehighintentionofler
readingmanyotherbooksbesides.Iwasrather
literário
literaryincollege—oneyearIescrevi
wroteaseriesofverysolemne
andobviouseditorialsfortheYaleNews—andagora
nowIwasgoingtotrazer
bringbackallsuchthingsintomyvida
lifeandbecomeagainthatmais
mostlimitedofallspecialists,the“well-roundedman.”Isto
Thisisn’tjustanepigram—lifeismuito
muchmoresuccessfullylookedatfromasinglejanela
window,afterall.Itwasa
questão
matterofchancethatIshouldtivesse
haverentedahouseinoneofthestrangestcommunitiesinNorte
NorthAmerica.Itwasonthatslenderriotous
ilha
islandwhichextendsitselfdueleste
eastofNewYork—andwherethereestava
are,amongothernaturalcuriosities,duas
twounusualformationsofland.Twentymilesfromthe
cidade
cityapairofenormouseggs,identicalincontoure
andseparatedonlybyacortesia
courtesybay,jutoutintothemais
mostdomesticatedbodyofsaltágua
waterintheWesternhemisphere,thegrande
greatwetbarnyardofLongIslandSound.Theyarenotperfectovals—likethe
ovo
eggintheColumbusstory,theyareambos
bothcrushedflatatthecontato
contactend—buttheirphysicalresemblancedeve
mustbeasourceofperpetualmaravilha
wondertothegullsthatvoam
flyoverhead.Tothewingless
um
amoreinterestingphenomenonistheirdissimilarityineveryparticularexceto
exceptshapeandsize.I
morava
livedatWestEgg,the—well,o
thelessfashionableofthedois
two,thoughthisisamais
mostsuperficialtagtoexpresso
thebizarreandnotapouco
littlesinistercontrastbetweenthem.My
casa
housewasattheveryponta
tipoftheegg,onlyfiftyyardsfromtheSound,e
andsqueezedbetweentwohugeplacesque
thatrentedfortwelveorfifteenmil
thousandaseason.Theoneonmyrightwasa
colossal
colossalaffairbyanystandard—itwasafactualimitação
imitationofsomeHôteldeVilleinNormandy,com
withatowerononeside,spankingnova
newunderathinbeardofcrua
rawivy,andamarbleswimmingpiscina
pool,andmorethanfortyacresofgramado
lawnandgarden.ItwasGatsby’s
mansão
mansion.Or,rather,asIdidn’t
conhecia
knowMr.Gatsby,itwasamansão
mansioninhabitedbyagentlemanofthatnome
name.Myownhousewasaneyesore,
mas
butitwasasmalleyesore,e
andithadbeenoverlooked,soItinha
hadaviewoftheágua
water,apartialviewofmyneighbour’sgramado
lawn,andtheconsolingproximityofmillionaires—allforeightydollarsamês
month.Acrossthecourtesybaythewhitepalacesof
elegante
fashionableEastEggglitteredalongtheágua
water,andthehistoryoftheverão
summerreallybeginsontheeveningIdirigi
droveovertheretohavejantar
dinnerwiththeTomBuchanans.Daisy
Daisywasmysecondcousinonceremoved,e
andI’dknownTominfaculdade
college.Andjustafterthe
guerra
warIspenttwodayscom
withtheminChicago.Her
marido
husband,amongvariousphysicalaccomplishments,tinha
hadbeenoneofthemais
mostpowerfulendsthateverjogaram
playedfootballatNewHaven—anacional
nationalfigureinaway,oneofthosemenwhoalcançam
reachsuchanacutelimitedexcelência
excellenceattwenty-onethateverythingafterwardsavoursofanticlimax.His
família
familywereenormouslywealthy—eveninfaculdade
collegehisfreedomwithmoneywasuma
amatterforreproach—butnowhe’dleftChicagoe
andcomeEastinaforma
fashionthatrathertookyourfôlego
breathaway:forinstance,he’d
trouxe
broughtdownastringofpoloponiesfromLakeForest.Itwas
difícil
hardtorealizethatahomem
maninmyowngenerationwasrico
wealthyenoughtodothat.Whythey
vieram
cameEastIdon’tknow.Theyhad
passaram
spentayearinFranceforsem
noparticularreason,andthendriftedaqui
hereandthereunrestfullywhereverpessoas
peopleplayedpoloandwererichjuntas
together.Thiswasapermanentmove,
disse
saidDaisyoverthetelephone,mas
butIdidn’tbelieveit—Itinha
hadnosightintoDaisy’scoração
heart,butIfeltthatTomiria
woulddriftonforeverseeking,apouco
littlewistfully,forthedramaticturbulência
turbulenceofsomeirrecoverablefootballjogo
game.Andsoithappenedthatona
quente
warmwindyeveningIdroveovertoEastEggtover
seetwooldfriendswhomIscarcelyconhecia
knewatall.Theirhousewas
ainda
evenmoreelaboratethanIesperava
expected,acheerfulred-and-whiteGeorgianColonial
Colonialmansion,overlookingthebay.The
gramado
lawnstartedatthebeache
andrantowardsthefrontporta
doorforaquarterofum
amile,jumpingoversundialse
andbrickwalksandburninggardens—finallyquando
whenitreachedthehousedriftingcima
upthesideinbrightvinesasthoughfromtheímpeto
momentumofitsrun.Thefrontwasbrokenby
uma
alineofFrenchwindows,brilhando
glowingnowwithreflectedgolde
andwideopentothequente
warmwindyafternoon,andTomBuchananinridingclotheswasstandingcom
withhislegsapartonthefrontvaranda
porch.HehadchangedsincehisNewHavenyears.
Agora
Nowhewasasturdystraw-hairedhomem
manofthirty,withabastante
ratherhardmouthandasuperciliousmaneira
manner.Twoshiningarroganteyeshad
estabelecido
establisheddominanceoverhisfacee
andgavehimtheappearanceofsempre
alwaysleaningaggressivelyforward.Noteventheeffeminateswankofhisriding
roupas
clothescouldhidetheenormouspoder
powerofthatbody—heseemedtoencher
fillthoseglisteningbootsuntilhestrainedthesuperior
toplacing,andyoucouldver
seeagreatpackofmuscleshiftingquando
whenhisshouldermovedunderhisfino
thincoat.Itwasa
corpo
bodycapableofenormousleverage—acruel
cruelbody.Hisspeakingvoice,
um
agruffhuskytenor,addedtotheimpressão
impressionoffractiousnessheconveyed.Therewas
um
atouchofpaternalcontemptinit,eventowardpessoas
peopleheliked—andthereweremenatNewHavenwhohadodiavam
hatedhisguts.“Now,don’t
pense
thinkmyopiniononthesemattersisfinal,”heparecia
seemedtosay,“justbecauseI’mforte
strongerandmoreofahomem
manthanyouare.”Wewereinthe
mesma
sameseniorsociety,andwhilewewerenunca
neverintimateIalwayshadtheimpressão
impressionthatheapprovedofmee
andwantedmetolikehimcom
withsomeharsh,defiantwistfulnessofhisown.We
falamos
talkedforafewminutesonthesunnyvaranda
porch.“I’vegotanice
lugar
placehere,”hesaid,hiseyespiscarem
flashingaboutrestlessly.Turningmearoundbyone
braço
arm,hemovedabroadplana
flathandalongthefrontvista,incluindo
includinginitssweepasunkenItalianjardim
garden,ahalfacreofdeep,pungentroses,e
andasnub-nosedmotorboatthatbumpedthemaré
tideoffshore.“ItbelongedtoDemaine,
o
theoilman.”Heturnedmearound
novo
again,politelyandabruptly.“We’ll
vamos
goinside.”Wewalkedthrough
um
ahighhallwayintoabrilhante
brightrosy-colouredspace,fragilelyboundintoas
thehousebyFrenchwindowsateitherend.Thewindowswereajar
e
andgleamingwhiteagainstthefresca
freshgrassoutsidethatseemedtocrescer
growalittlewayintothecasa
house.Abreezeblewthroughthe
sala
room,blewcurtainsinatoneextremidade
endandouttheotherlikepaleflags,torcendo
twistingthemuptowardthefrostedwedding-cakeoftheteto
ceiling,andthenrippledoverthewine-colouredtapete
rug,makingashadowonitasvento
winddoesonthesea.O
Theonlycompletelystationaryobjectino
theroomwasanenormoussofá
couchonwhichtwoyoungwomenwerebuoyedupasthoughuponum
ananchoredballoon.Theywere
ambos
bothinwhite,andtheirdresseswereripplinge
andflutteringasiftheytivessem
hadjustbeenblownbackinafterum
ashortflightaroundthecasa
house.Imusthavestoodfor
um
afewmomentslisteningtoo
thewhipandsnapofo
thecurtainsandthegroanofum
apictureonthewall.Thentherewas
um
aboomasTomBuchananfechou
shuttherearwindowsandtheapanhado
caughtwinddiedoutaboutthesala
room,andthecurtainsandtherugse
andthetwoyoungwomenballoonedlentamente
slowlytothefloor.The
novo
youngerofthetwowasum
astrangertome.Shewasextendedfull
comprimento
lengthatherendofo
thedivan,completelymotionless,andcom
withherchinraisedapouco
little,asifshewereequilibrando
balancingsomethingonitwhichwasquiteprovável
likelytofall.Ifshe
via
sawmeoutofthecanto
cornerofhereyesshedava
gavenohintofit—indeed,Iwasquase
almostsurprisedintomurmuringandesculpas
apologyforhavingdisturbedherbycomingin.Theother
menina
girl,Daisy,madeanattempttorise—sheleanedligeiramente
slightlyforwardwithaconscientiousexpression—thenshelaughed,anabsurdo
absurd,charminglittlelaugh,andIlaughedtambém
tooandcameforwardintothesala
room.“I’mp-paralysedwithhappiness.”
She
riu
laughedagain,asifshedissesse
saidsomethingverywitty,andsegurou
heldmyhandforamomento
moment,lookingupintomyrosto
face,promisingthattherewasnão
nooneintheworldshesomuchwantedtover
see.Thatwasawayshe
tinha
had.Shehintedinamurmur
que
thatthesurnameofthebalancingmenina
girlwasBaker.(I’veheardit
dizer
saidthatDaisy’smurmurwassó
onlytomakepeopleleantowardsua
her;anirrelevantcriticismthat
tornou
madeitnolesscharming.)At
qualquer
anyrate,MissBaker’slipsfluttered,shenoddedatmequase
almostimperceptibly,andthenquicklytippedhercabeça
headbackagain—theobjectshewasequilibrando
balancinghadobviouslytotteredapouco
littleandgivenhersomethingofum
afright.Againasortof
desculpas
apologyarosetomylips.Quase
Almostanyexhibitionofcompleteself-sufficiencydrawsum
astunnedtributefromme.I
olhei
lookedbackatmycousin,que
whobegantoaskmequestionsinherbaixa
low,thrillingvoice.Itwas
o
thekindofvoicethato
theearfollowsupanddown,asse
ifeachspeechisanarranjo
arrangementofnotesthatwillnunca
neverbeplayedagain.Her
rosto
facewassadandlovelycom
withbrightthingsinit,brilhante
brighteyesandabrightpassionateboca
mouth,buttherewasanexcitação
excitementinhervoicethatmenwhotinham
hadcaredforherfounddifícil
difficulttoforget:asingingcompulsion,a
sussurro
whispered“Listen,”apromisethatshetinha
haddonegay,excitingthingsjustawhilesincee
andthatthereweregay,excitingthingshoveringintheseguinte
nexthour.Itoldher
como
howIhadstoppedoffinChicagoforadia
dayonmywayEast,e
andhowadozenpeoplehadsenttheiramor
lovethroughme.“Dotheymissme?”
she
chorou
criedecstatically.“Thewholetownisdesolate.
Allthecars
têm
havetheleftrearwheelpaintedpreto
blackasamourningwreath,e
andthere’sapersistentwailallnoite
nightalongthenorthshore.”“How
lindo
gorgeous!Let’sgoback,Tom.
Tomorrow!”
Thenshe
acrescentou
addedirrelevantly:“Yououghtto
ver
seethebaby.”“I’dliketo.”
“She’sasleep.
She’s
três
threeyearsold.Haven’tyouever
viste
seenher?”“Never.”
“Well,yououghtto
vê
seeher.She’s—”.
TomBuchanan,
que
whohadbeenhoveringrestlesslyabouta
theroom,stoppedandrestedhismão
handonmyshoulder.“Whatyou
fazer
doing,Nick?”“I’mabondman.”
“Whowith?”
I
disse
toldhim.“Neverheardofthem,”heremarkeddecisively.
Isto
Thisannoyedme.“Youwill,”I
respondi
answeredshortly.“Youwillifyou
ficar
stayintheEast.”“Oh,I’ll
ficar
stayintheEast,don’tyouworry,”hedisse
said,glancingatDaisyandthenbackatmim
me,asifhewerealerta
alertforsomethingmore.“I’dbe
um
aGoddamnedfooltoviver
liveanywhereelse.”Atthis
ponto
pointMissBakersaid:“Absolutely!”
withsuchsuddenness
que
thatIstarted—itwasthefirstpalavra
wordshehadutteredsinceIcameintoa
theroom.Evidentlyitsurprisedheras
tanto
muchasitdidme,forsheyawnede
andwithaseriesofrapid,deftmovementsstoodupintoa
theroom.“I’mstiff,”she
queixou
complained,“I’vebeenlyingonque
thatsofaforaslongasIcanremember.”“Don’t
olhes
lookatme,”Daisyretorted,“I’vebeententado
tryingtogetyoutoNova
NewYorkallafternoon.”“No,thanks,”
disse
saidMissBakertothequatro
fourcocktailsjustinfromthedespensa
pantry.“I’mabsolutelyintraining.”
Her
anfitrião
hostlookedatherincredulously.“Youare!”
He
tomou
tookdownhisdrinkasse
ifitwereadropinthefundo
bottomofaglass.“Howyouever
consegues
getanythingdoneisbeyondme.”I
olhei
lookedatMissBaker,wonderingwhatitwasshe“gotdone.”Ienjoyedlookingat
la
her.Shewasaslender,small-breasted
menina
girl,withanerectcarriage,que
whichsheaccentuatedbythrowinghercorpo
bodybackwardattheshoulderscomo
likeayoungcadet.Hergreysun-strainedeyes
olharam
lookedbackatmewithpolitereciprocalcuriosidade
curiosityoutofawan,encantador
charming,discontentedface.Itoccurredtome
agora
nowthatIhadseendela
her,orapictureofdela
her,somewherebefore.“YouliveinWestEgg,”sheremarkedcontemptuously.
“I
conheço
knowsomebodythere.”“Idon’t
conheço
knowasingle—”.“Youmust
conhecer
knowGatsby.”“Gatsby?”
demandedDaisy.
“WhatGatsby?”
Antes
BeforeIcouldreplythathewasmyvizinho
neighbourdinnerwasannounced;wedginghis
tenso
tensearmimperativelyundermine,TomBuchanancompelledmefromthesala
roomasthoughheweremovendo
movingacheckertoanotherquadrado
square.Slenderly,languidly,theirhandsset
levemente
lightlyontheirhips,theduas
twoyoungwomenprecededusoutontouma
arosy-colouredporch,opentowardthesunset,onde
wherefourcandlesflickeredonthemesa
tableinthediminishedwind.“Whycandles?”
objected
Daisy
Daisy,frowning.Shesnappedthemout
com
withherfingers.“Intwoweeksit’llbethe
longo
longestdayintheyear.”She
olhou
lookedatusallradiantly.“Doyou
sempre
alwayswatchforthelongestdia
dayoftheyearandthenperde
missit?Ialwayswatchfor
o
thelongestdayintheano
yearandthenmissit.”“Weoughttoplansomething,”yawnedMiss
Baker
Baker,sittingdownatthemesa
tableasifsheweregettingintocama
bed.“Allright,”saidDaisy.
“What’llweplan?”
She
virou
turnedtomehelplessly:“Whatdo
pessoas
peopleplan?”BeforeIcould
responder
answerhereyesfastenedwithuma
anawedexpressiononherlittlededo
finger.“Look!”
shecomplained;
“Ihurtit.”
We
todos
alllooked—theknucklewasblacke
andblue.“Youdidit,Tom,”she
disse
saidaccusingly.“Iknowyoudidn’tmeanto,
mas
butyoudiddoit.That’swhatIgetfor
casar
marryingabruteofahomem
man,agreat,big,hulkingfísico
physicalspecimenofa—”.“I
odeio
hatethatword‘hulking,’ ”objectedTomcrossly,“eveninkidding.”“Hulking,”
insistiu
insistedDaisy.Sometimessheand
Srta
MissBakertalkedatonce,unobtrusivelye
andwithabanteringinconsequenceque
thatwasneverquitechatter,que
thatwasascoolastheirwhitedressese
andtheirimpersonaleyesintheausência
absenceofalldesire.Theywere
aqui
here,andtheyacceptedTome
andme,makingonlyaeducado
politepleasantefforttoentertainou
ortobeentertained.They
sabiam
knewthatpresentlydinnerwouldbeovere
andalittlelatertheeveningtambém
toowouldbeoverandcasualmente
casuallyputaway.Itwassharply
diferente
differentfromtheWest,whereaneveningwasapressava
hurriedfromphasetophasetowardsitsclose,inacontinuallydisappointedantecipação
anticipationorelseinsheernervoso
nervousdreadofthemomentitself.“You
fazes
makemefeeluncivilized,Daisy,”Iconfessei
confessedonmysecondglassofcorkymas
butratherimpressiveclaret.“Can’tyou
falar
talkaboutcropsorsomething?”I
dizer
meantnothinginparticularbyesta
thisremark,butitwastakenupinuma
anunexpectedway.“Civilization’sgoingtopieces,”brokeoutTom
violentamente
violently.“I’vegottentobe
um
aterriblepessimistaboutthings.Haveyou
leu
readTheRiseoftheColouredEmpiresbythishomem
manGoddard?”“Why,no,”I
respondi
answered,rathersurprisedbyhistom
tone.“Well,it’safine
livro
book,andeverybodyoughttolê
readit.Theideais
se
ifwedon’tlookouta
thewhiteracewillbe—willbecompletamente
utterlysubmerged.It’sallscientificstuff;
it’sbeenproved.”