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I
Inmyyounger
in
andmorevulnerableyearsmy
oče
fathergavemesomeadvice
ki
thatI’vebeenturningoverinmymindeversince.
“Wheneveryoufeel
kot
likecriticizinganyone,”hetold
mi
me,“justrememberthatallthepeoplein
tem
thisworldhaven’thadtheadvantagesthatyou’vehad.”
Hedidn’t
rekel
sayanymore,butwe’ve
vedno
alwaysbeenunusuallycommunicativeinareserved
način
way,andIunderstoodthathemeanta
veliko
greatdealmorethanthat.
Inconsequence,I’minclinedtoreserve
vse
alljudgements,ahabitthathasopenedupmanycuriousnaturestome
in
andalsomademethevictimofnota
malo
fewveteranbores.
Theabnormal
um
mindisquicktodetect
in
andattachitselftothisquality
ko
whenitappearsinanormal
osebi
person,andsoitcameaboutthatincollegeIwasunjustlyaccusedofbeingapolitician,
ker
becauseIwasprivytothesecretgriefsofwild,unknownmen.
Večina
Mostoftheconfidenceswereunsought—frequentlyIhavefeignedsleep,preoccupation,
ali
orahostilelevitywhenIrealizedbysomeunmistakablesign
da
thatanintimaterevelationwasquiveringonthehorizon;
fortheintimaterevelationsofyoungmen,
ali
oratleastthetermsinwhichtheyexpressthem,areusuallyplagiaristic
in
andmarredbyobvioussuppressions.
Reservingjudgementsisamatterofinfinite
upanja
hope.
Iamstilla
malo
littleafraidofmissingsomething
če
ifIforgetthat,asmy
oče
fathersnobbishlysuggested,andIsnobbishlyrepeat,asenseofthefundamentaldecenciesisparcelledoutunequallyatbirth.
In
And,afterboastingthiswayofmytolerance,I
prišel
cometotheadmissionthatithasalimit.
Conduct
lahko
maybefoundedonthe
trdi
hardrockorthewetmarshes,
ampak
butafteracertainpointIdon’tcarewhatit’sfounded
na
on.
WhenIcamebackfromtheEastlastautumnIfeltthatIwantedthe
svet
worldtobeinuniform
in
andatasortofmoralattentionforever;
Iwantedno
več
moreriotousexcursionswithprivilegedglimpsesintothehuman
srce
heart.
OnlyGatsby,themanwhogiveshis
ime
nametothisbook,wasexemptfrommyreaction—Gatsby,whorepresented
vse
everythingforwhichIhaveanunaffectedscorn.
Če
Ifpersonalityisanunbrokenseriesofsuccessfulgestures,thentherewassomethinggorgeousabouthim,someheightenedsensitivitytothepromisesoflife,as
če
ifhewererelatedtooneof
teh
thoseintricatemachinesthatregisterearthquakes
deset
tenthousandmilesaway.
Thisresponsivenesshad
nič
nothingtodowiththatflabbyimpressionabilitywhichisdignified
pod
underthenameofthe“creativetemperament”—itwasanextraordinarygiftfor
upanje
hope,aromanticreadinesssuchasIhave
nikoli
neverfoundinanyother
osebi
personandwhichitisnotlikelyIshalleverfindagain.
No—Gatsbyturnedoutallrightat
je
theend;
itiswhatpreyedonGatsby,whatfouldustfloatedinthewakeofhisdreamsthattemporarilyclosedoutmyinterestintheabortivesorrows
in
andshort-windedelationsofmen.
Myfamilyhavebeenprominent,well-to-dopeoplein
tem
thisMiddleWesterncityfor
tri
threegenerations.
TheCarrawaysaresomethingofaclan,
in
andwehaveatraditionthatwe’redescendedfromtheDukesofBuccleuch,
vendar
buttheactualfounderofmylinewasmygrandfather’s
brat
brother,whocamehereinfifty-one,sentasubstitutetotheCivil
Vojno
War,andstartedthewholesalehardwarebusinessthatmy
oče
fathercarriesontoday.
I
nikoli
neversawthisgreat-uncle,butI’msupposedtolooklikehim—withspecialreferencetotheratherhard-boiledpainting
ki
thathangsinfather’soffice.
IgraduatedfromNewHavenin1915,justaquarterofacentury
po
aftermyfather,anda
malo
littlelaterIparticipatedinthatdelayedTeutonicmigrationknownastheGreat
Vojna
War.
Ienjoyedthecounter-raidsothoroughly
da
thatIcamebackrestless.
Insteadofbeing
je
thewarmcentreofthe
sveta
world,theMiddleWestnowseemed
kot
liketheraggededgeof
je
theuniverse—soIdecidedtogoEast
in
andlearnthebondbusiness.
Vsi
EverybodyIknewwasinthebondbusiness,soIsupposeditcouldsupport
enega
onemoresingleman.
Allmyaunts
in
andunclestalkeditoverasiftheywerechoosingaprep
šolo
schoolforme,andfinallysaid,“Why—ye-es,”
z
withverygrave,hesitantfaces.
Oče
Fatheragreedtofinancemefora
leto
year,andaftervariousdelaysIcameEast,permanently,Ithought,inthespringoftwenty-two.
Thepracticalthingwasto
najti
findroomsinthecity,
vendar
butitwasawarmseason,
in
andIhadjustleftacountryofwidelawns
in
andfriendlytrees,sowhenayoungmanatthe
pisarni
officesuggestedthatwetakea
hišo
housetogetherinacommutingtown,itsounded
kot
likeagreatidea.
Hefoundthe
hišo
house,aweather-beatencardboardbungalowateightyamonth,
toda
butatthelastminutethefirmorderedhimtoWashington,andIwentouttothecountry
sam
alone.
Ihadadog—at
vsaj
leastIhadhimfora
nekaj
fewdaysuntilheranaway—andanoldDodge
in
andaFinnishwoman,whomademy
posteljo
bedandcookedbreakfastandmutteredFinnishwisdomtoherself
nad
overtheelectricstove.
Itwaslonelyfora
dan
dayorsountilonemorningsome
moški
man,morerecentlyarrivedthan
Sem
I,stoppedmeontheroad.
“HowdoyougettoWestEggvillage?”
heaskedhelplessly.
Itold
mu
him.
AndasIwalkedonIwaslonelynolonger.
Iwasaguide,apathfinder,anoriginalsettler.
Hehadcasuallyconferredonmethefreedomoftheneighbourhood.
In
Andsowiththesunshine
in
andthegreatburstsofleavesgrowingonthetrees,justasthingsgrowinfastmovies,Ihadthatfamiliarconvictionthat
življenje
lifewasbeginningoveragain
z
withthesummer.
Therewassomuchtoread,for
eno
onething,andsomuchfinehealthtobepulled
navzdol
downoutoftheyoungbreath-giving
zraka
air.
Iboughtadozenvolumesonbanking
in
andcreditandinvestmentsecurities,
in
andtheystoodonmyshelfin
rdeči
redandgoldlikenew
denar
moneyfromthemint,promisingtounfoldtheshiningsecrets
ki
thatonlyMidasandMorgan
in
andMaecenasknew.
AndIhadthe
visoko
highintentionofreadingmany
drugih
otherbooksbesides.
Iwasratherliteraryincollege—one
leto
yearIwroteaseriesof
zelo
verysolemnandobviouseditorialsfortheYaleNews—and
zdaj
nowIwasgoingtobringbackallsuchthingsintomy
življenje
lifeandbecomeagainthat
najbolj
mostlimitedofallspecialists,the“well-roundedman.”
To
Thisisn’tjustanepigram—lifeis
veliko
muchmoresuccessfullylookedatfromasinglewindow,afterall.
Itwasamatterofchance
da
thatIshouldhaverenteda
hišo
houseinoneofthestrangestcommunitiesinNorthAmerica.
ItwasonthatslenderriotousislandwhichextendsitselfdueeastofNewYork—and
kjer
wherethereare,amongothernaturalcuriosities,
dve
twounusualformationsofland.
Twentymilesfromthe
mesta
cityapairofenormouseggs,identicalincontour
in
andseparatedonlybyacourtesybay,jutoutintothe
najbolj
mostdomesticatedbodyofsalt
vode
waterintheWesternhemisphere,the
veliko
greatwetbarnyardofLongIslandSound.
Theyarenotperfectovals—liketheeggintheColumbusstory,theyare
oba
bothcrushedflatatthecontactend—buttheirphysicalresemblance
mora
mustbeasourceofperpetualwondertothegulls
ki
thatflyoverhead.
Tothewinglessa
bolj
moreinterestingphenomenonistheirdissimilarityineveryparticularexceptshape
in
andsize.
IlivedatWestEgg,the—well,thelessfashionableofthetwo,
čeprav
thoughthisisamostsuperficialtagtoexpressthebizarre
in
andnotalittlesinistercontrast
med
betweenthem.
Myhousewasattheverytipoftheegg,onlyfiftyyardsfromthe
Zvoka
Sound,andsqueezedbetweentwohugeplaces
ki
thatrentedfortwelveorfifteenthousandaseason.
Theoneonmy
desni
rightwasacolossalaffairbyanystandard—itwasafactualimitationofsomeHôteldeVilleinNormandy,withatowerononeside,spankingnew
pod
underathinbeardofrawivy,
in
andamarbleswimmingpool,
in
andmorethanfortyacresoflawn
in
andgarden.
ItwasGatsby’smansion.
Ali
Or,rather,asIdidn’tknowMr.Gatsby,itwas
je
amansioninhabitedbyagentlemanofthat
imenom
name.
Myownhousewasaneyesore,
vendar
butitwasasmalleyesore,
in
andithadbeenoverlooked,soIhadaviewofthe
vodo
water,apartialviewofmyneighbour’slawn,
in
andtheconsolingproximityofmillionaires—allforeightydollarsamonth.
Acrossthecourtesybaythe
bele
whitepalacesoffashionableEastEggglitteredalongthewater,
in
andthehistoryofthesummerreallybeginsontheeveningIdroveoverthereto
so
havedinnerwiththeTomBuchanans.
Daisywasmy
druga
secondcousinonceremoved,andI’dknownTomincollege.
Andjust
po
afterthewarIspent
dva
twodayswiththeminChicago.
Herhusband,amongvariousphysicalaccomplishments,hadbeen
eden
oneofthemostpowerfulendsthateverplayedfootballatNewHaven—anationalfigureina
način
way,oneofthosemenwhoreachsuchanacutelimitedexcellenceattwenty-onethat
vse
everythingafterwardsavoursofanticlimax.
Hisfamilywereenormouslywealthy—evenincollegehisfreedom
z
withmoneywasamatterforreproach—but
zdaj
nowhe’dleftChicagoand
prišel
comeEastinafashion
ki
thatrathertookyourbreathaway:
forinstance,he’dbroughtdown
je
astringofpoloponiesfromLakeForest.
Itwas
težko
hardtorealizethata
človek
maninmyowngenerationwaswealthy
dovolj
enoughtodothat.
WhytheycameEastIdon’t
vem
know.
Theyhadspenta
leto
yearinFrancefornoparticularreason,
in
andthendriftedhereandthereunrestfullywhereverpeopleplayedpolo
in
andwererichtogether.
Thiswasapermanent
poteza
move,saidDaisyoverthetelephone,butIdidn’tbelieveit—IhadnosightintoDaisy’s
srce
heart,butIfeltthatTomwoulddriftonforeverseeking,a
malo
littlewistfully,forthedramaticturbulenceofsomeirrecoverablefootballgame.
In
Andsoithappenedthaton
je
awarmwindyeveningIdroveovertoEastEggtosee
dva
twooldfriendswhomIscarcelyknewatall.
Their
hiša
housewasevenmoreelaborate
kot
thanIexpected,acheerfulred-and-whiteGeorgianColonialmansion,overlookingthebay.
Thelawnstartedatthebeach
in
andrantowardsthefrontdoorforaquarterofamile,jumping
čez
oversundialsandbrickwalks
in
andburninggardens—finallywhenitreachedthe
hišo
housedriftingupthesideinbrightvinesasthoughfromthemomentumofitsrun.
The
prednji
frontwasbrokenbyalineofFrenchwindows,glowing
zdaj
nowwithreflectedgoldandwideopentothewarmwindyafternoon,
in
andTomBuchananinridingclotheswasstandingwithhislegsapartonthe
prednji
frontporch.
HehadchangedsincehisNewHavenyears.
Zdaj
Nowhewasasturdystraw-haired
moški
manofthirty,witharather
trdo
hardmouthandasuperciliousmanner.
Dve
Twoshiningarroganteyeshadestablisheddominance
nad
overhisfaceandgavehim
je
theappearanceofalwaysleaningaggressivelyforward.
Not
niti
eventheeffeminateswankofhisridingclothescouldhidetheenormouspowerofthatbody—heseemedtofillthoseglisteningboots
dokler
untilhestrainedthetoplacing,
in
andyoucouldseeagreatpackofmuscleshifting
ko
whenhisshouldermovedunderhisthincoat.
Itwas
je
abodycapableofenormousleverage—acruel
telo
body.
Hisspeakingvoice,agruffhuskytenor,addedtotheimpressionoffractiousnessheconveyed.
Therewasa
dotik
touchofpaternalcontemptinit,
celo
eventowardpeopleheliked—andthereweremenatNewHaven
ki
whohadhatedhisguts.
“Now,don’tthinkmyopinionon
teh
thesemattersisfinal,”heseemedto
rekel
say,“justbecauseI’mstronger
in
andmoreofamanthanyouare.”
Wewereinthe
isti
sameseniorsociety,andwhilewewere
nikoli
neverintimateIalwayshadtheimpressionthatheapprovedofme
in
andwantedmetolikehim
z
withsomeharsh,defiantwistfulnessofhisown.
Wetalkedfora
nekaj
fewminutesonthesunnyporch.
“I’vegota
lep
niceplacehere,”hesaid,hiseyesflashingaboutrestlessly.
Turningmearoundby
eno
onearm,hemovedabroadflathand
vzdolž
alongthefrontvista,includinginitssweepasunkenItaliangarden,a
pol
halfacreofdeep,pungentroses,
in
andasnub-nosedmotorboatthatbumpedthetideoffshore.
“ItbelongedtoDemaine,
je
theoilman.”
Heturnedmearound
spet
again,politelyandabruptly.
“We’llgoinside.”
Wewalked
skozi
throughahighhallwayintoabrightrosy-colouredspace,fragilelyboundintothe
hišo
housebyFrenchwindowsateitherend.
Thewindowswereajar
in
andgleamingwhiteagainstthefreshgrass
zunaj
outsidethatseemedtogrowa
malo
littlewayintothehouse.
Abreezeblew
skozi
throughtheroom,blewcurtainsinatone
koncu
endandouttheotherlikepaleflags,twistingthemuptowardthefrostedwedding-cakeoftheceiling,
in
andthenrippledoverthewine-colouredrug,makingashadowonitaswinddoesonthesea.
The
edini
onlycompletelystationaryobjectinthe
sobi
roomwasanenormouscouchonwhich
dve
twoyoungwomenwerebuoyedupasthoughuponananchoredballoon.
Theywere
oba
bothinwhite,andtheirdresseswererippling
in
andflutteringasiftheyhad
pravkar
justbeenblownbackin
po
afterashortflightaroundthe
hiše
house.
Imusthavestoodfora
nekaj
fewmomentslisteningtothewhipandsnapofthecurtainsandthegroanofapictureonthewall.
ThentherewasaboomasTomBuchanan
zaprl
shuttherearwindowsandthecaughtwinddiedoutaboutthe
sobi
room,andthecurtainsandtherugs
in
andthetwoyoungwomenballoonedslowlytothefloor.
Theyoungerofthetwowasastrangerto
mi
me.
Shewasextendedfulllengthather
koncu
endofthedivan,completelymotionless,
in
andwithherchinraiseda
malo
little,asifshewerebalancing
nekaj
somethingonitwhichwas
zelo
quitelikelytofall.
Ifshesawmeoutofthecornerofhereyesshegave
ni
nohintofit—indeed,Iwas
skoraj
almostsurprisedintomurmuringanapologyforhavingdisturbedherbycomingin.
The
drugo
othergirl,Daisy,madeanattempttorise—sheleanedslightlyforward
z
withaconscientiousexpression—thenshelaughed,anabsurd,charminglittlelaugh,
in
andIlaughedtooandcameforwardintothe
sobo
room.
“I’mp-paralysedwithhappiness.”
Shelaughed
spet
again,asifshesaid
nekaj
somethingverywitty,andheldmy
roko
handforamoment,lookingupintomy
obraz
face,promisingthattherewasnooneinthe
svetu
worldshesomuchwantedtosee.
Thatwas
je
awayshehad.
ShehintedinamurmurthatthesurnameofthebalancinggirlwasBaker.
(I’vehearditsaidthatDaisy’smurmurwas
samo
onlytomakepeopleleantowardher;
anirrelevantcriticism
ki
thatmadeitnolesscharming.)
Atanyrate,MissBaker’slipsfluttered,shenoddedatme
skoraj
almostimperceptibly,andthenquicklytippedher
glavo
headbackagain—theobjectshewasbalancinghadobviouslytottered
je
alittleandgivenher
nekaj
somethingofafright.
Again
je
asortofapologyarosetomylips.
Skoraj
Almostanyexhibitionofcompleteself-sufficiencydrawsastunnedtributefrom
mene
me.
Ilookedbackatmycousin,
ki
whobegantoaskmequestionsinherlow,thrillingvoice.
Itwasthekindofvoicethattheearfollows
navzgor
upanddown,asif
vsak
eachspeechisanarrangementofnotesthatwill
nikoli
neverbeplayedagain.
Her
obraz
facewassadandlovelywithbrightthingsinit,brighteyes
in
andabrightpassionatemouth,
vendar
buttherewasanexcitementinhervoicethatmenwhohadcaredforherfounddifficultto
pozabili
forget:
asingingcompulsion,awhispered“Listen,”apromisethatshehaddonegay,excitingthingsjustawhilesince
in
andthatthereweregay,excitingthingshoveringinthe
naslednji
nexthour.
Itoldher
kako
howIhadstoppedoffinChicagofor
je
adayonmywayEast,
in
andhowadozenpeoplehadsenttheir
ljubezen
lovethroughme.
“Dotheymissme?”
shecriedecstatically.
“The
celotno
wholetownisdesolate.
Allthecars
imajo
havetheleftrearwheelpainted
črno
blackasamourningwreath,
in
andthere’sapersistentwail
vsi
allnightalongthenorthshore.”
“Howgorgeous!
Let’sgo
nazaj
back,Tom.
Tomorrow!”
Thensheaddedirrelevantly:
“Yououghttoseethebaby.”
“I’dliketo.”
“She’sasleep.
She’s
tri
threeyearsold.
Haven’tyoueverseenher?”
“Never.”
“Well,yououghttoseeher.
She’s—”.
TomBuchanan,
ki
whohadbeenhoveringrestlesslyabout
je
theroom,stoppedandrestedhis
roko
handonmyshoulder.
“Whatyoudoing,Nick?”
“I’mabondman.”
“Whowith?”
Itold
mu
him.
“Neverheardofthem,”heremarkeddecisively.
To
Thisannoyedme.
“Youwill,”Iansweredshortly.
“Youwill
če
ifyoustayintheEast.”
“Oh,I’llstayintheEast,don’tyouworry,”hesaid,glancingatDaisy
in
andthenbackatme,asifhewerealertfor
nekaj
somethingmore.
“I’dbeaGoddamnedfooltoliveanywhereelse.”
At
tej
thispointMissBakersaid:
“Absolutely!”
withsuchsuddennessthatIstarted—itwas
je
thefirstwordshehaduttered
odkar
sinceIcameintothe
sobo
room.
Evidentlyitsurprisedherasmuchasitdid
mene
me,forsheyawnedand
s
withaseriesofrapid,deftmovementsstoodupintothe
sobo
room.
“I’mstiff,”shecomplained,“I’vebeenlyingonthatsofaforaslongasIcanremember.”
“Don’tlookatme,”Daisyretorted,“I’vebeentryingtogetyoutoNewYorkallafternoon.”
“No,thanks,”saidMissBakerto
je
thefourcocktailsjustinfrom
je
thepantry.
“I’mabsolutelyintraining.”
Herhostlookedatherincredulously.
“Youare!”
Hetookdownhis
pijačo
drinkasifitwereadropinthebottomofaglass.
“Howyoueverget
karkoli
anythingdoneisbeyondme.”
IlookedatMissBaker,wonderingwhatitwasshe“gotdone.”
Ienjoyedlookingather.
Shewasaslender,small-breastedgirl,withanerectcarriage,
ki
whichsheaccentuatedbythrowingher
telo
bodybackwardattheshoulders
kot
likeayoungcadet.
Hergreysun-strainedeyeslookedbackatme
z
withpolitereciprocalcuriosityoutofawan,charming,discontentedface.
Itoccurredtome
zdaj
nowthatIhadseen
njeno
her,orapictureof
njeno
her,somewherebefore.
“YouliveinWestEgg,”sheremarkedcontemptuously.
“Iknow
nekdo
somebodythere.”
“Idon’tknowasingle—”.
“YoumustknowGatsby.”
“Gatsby?”
demandedDaisy.
“WhatGatsby?”
Preden
BeforeIcouldreplythathewasmyneighbourdinnerwasannounced;
wedginghistensearmimperativelyundermine,TomBuchanancompelledmefromtheroomasthoughheweremovingacheckerto
drugo
anothersquare.
Slenderly,languidly,theirhandssetlightlyontheirhips,the
dve
twoyoungwomenprecededusoutontoarosy-colouredporch,opentowardthesunset,
kjer
wherefourcandlesflickeredonthetableinthediminishedwind.
“Whycandles?”
objectedDaisy,frowning.
Shesnappedthemout
s
withherfingers.
“Intwoweeksit’llbethelongest
dan
dayintheyear.”
Shelookedatus
vse
allradiantly.
“Doyoualwayswatchforthelongest
dan
dayoftheyearandthenmissit?
I
vedno
alwayswatchforthelongest
dan
dayintheyearandthenmissit.”
“Weoughttoplansomething,”yawnedMissBaker,sittingdownat
je
thetableasifsheweregettinginto
posteljo
bed.
“Allright,”saidDaisy.
“What’llweplan?”
Sheturnedtomehelplessly:
“Whatdopeopleplan?”
Preden
BeforeIcouldanswerhereyesfastened
z
withanawedexpressiononherlittlefinger.
“Look!”
shecomplained;
“I
poškodoval
hurtit.”
Wealllooked—theknucklewas
črni
blackandblue.
“Youdid
to
it,Tom,”shesaidaccusingly.
“I
vem
knowyoudidn’tmeanto,
ampak
butyoudiddoit.
That’swhatIgetformarryingabruteofaman,agreat,big,hulkingphysicalspecimenofa—”.
“Ihate
to
thatword‘hulking,’ ”objectedTomcrossly,“eveninkidding.”
“Hulking,”insistedDaisy.
Včasih
SometimessheandMissBakertalkedatonce,unobtrusively
in
andwithabanteringinconsequence
ki
thatwasneverquitechatter,
ki
thatwasascoolastheir
bele
whitedressesandtheirimpersonaleyesintheabsenceof
vseh
alldesire.
Theywerehere,
in
andtheyacceptedTomand
mene
me,makingonlyapolitepleasantefforttoentertain
ali
ortobeentertained.
Theyknew
da
thatpresentlydinnerwouldbeover
in
andalittlelatertheevening
tudi
toowouldbeoverandcasuallyputaway.
ItwassharplydifferentfromtheWest,
kjer
whereaneveningwashurriedfromphasetophasetowardsitsclose,inacontinuallydisappointedanticipation
ali
orelseinsheernervousdreadofthemomentitself.
“Youmakemefeeluncivilized,Daisy,”Iconfessedonmysecondglassofcorky
vendar
butratherimpressiveclaret.
“Can’tyoutalk
o
aboutcropsorsomething?”
Imeant
nič
nothinginparticularbythisremark,
vendar
butitwastakenupin
je
anunexpectedway.
“Civilization’sgoingtopieces,”brokeoutTomviolently.
“I’vegottentobeaterriblepessimistaboutthings.
HaveyoureadTheRiseoftheColouredEmpiresby
tega
thismanGoddard?”
“Why,no,”Ianswered,rathersurprisedbyhistone.
“Well,it’s
je
afinebook,andeverybodyoughttoread
to
it.
Theideaisifwedon’tlookoutthe
bela
whiteracewillbe—willbeutterlysubmerged.
It’s
vse
allscientificstuff;
it’sbeenproved.”