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The Great Gatsby | Gradually Hardening Slovenian A1-B2 Translation Books

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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
andalsomademethe
žrtev
victimofnotafewveteranbores.
Theabnormal
um
mindisquicktodetect
in
andattachitselftothisquality
ko
whenitappearsinanormal
osebi
person,andsoitcameaboutthatincollegeIwasunjustlyaccusedofbeinga
politik
politician,becauseIwasprivytothesecretgriefsofwild,unknownmen.
Večina
Mostoftheconfidenceswereunsought—frequentlyIhavefeignedsleep,preoccupation,
ali
orahostilelevitywhenIrealizedbysomeunmistakablesign
da
thatanintimaterevelationwasquiveringonthe
obzorju
horizon;
fortheintimaterevelationsofyoungmen,
ali
oratleastthetermsinwhichtheyexpressthem,are
ponavadi
usuallyplagiaristicandmarredbyobvioussuppressions.
Reservingjudgementsisamatterofinfinite
upanja
hope.
Iamstilla
malo
littleafraidofmissingsomething
če
ifIforgetthat,asmy
oče
fathersnobbishlysuggested,andIsnobbishlyrepeat,a
občutek
senseofthefundamentaldecenciesisparcelledoutunequallyatbirth.
In
And,afterboastingthiswayofmytolerance,I
prišel
cometotheadmissionthatithasa
mejo
limit.
Conductmaybefoundedonthe
trdi
hardrockorthewetmarshes,
ampak
butafteracertainpointIdon’tcarewhatit’sfounded
na
on.
WhenIcamebackfromtheEastlastautumnIfeltthatIwantedthe
svet
worldtobeinuniform
in
andatasortofmoralattention
vedno
forever;
Iwantednomoreriotousexcursions
z
withprivilegedglimpsesintothehuman
srce
heart.
OnlyGatsby,themanwhogiveshis
ime
nametothisbook,wasexemptfrommyreaction—Gatsby,whorepresented
vse
everythingforwhichIhaveanunaffected
prezir
scorn.
Ifpersonalityisanunbrokenseriesofsuccessfulgestures,thentherewassomethinggorgeousabouthim,someheightenedsensitivitytothepromisesoflife,as
če
ifhewererelatedtooneof
teh
thoseintricatemachinesthatregisterearthquakes
deset
tenthousandmilesaway.
Thisresponsivenesshad
nič
nothingtodowiththatflabbyimpressionabilitywhichisdignified
pod
underthenameofthe“creativetemperament”—itwasanextraordinary
dar
giftforhope,aromanticreadinesssuchasIhave
nikoli
neverfoundinanyother
osebi
personandwhichitisnot
verjetno
likelyIshalleverfindagain.
No—Gatsbyturnedoutallrightat
je
theend;
itiswhatpreyedonGatsby,what
umazan
fouldustfloatedinthewakeofhisdreamsthat
začasno
temporarilyclosedoutmyinterestintheabortivesorrows
in
andshort-windedelationsofmen.
Myfamilyhavebeenprominent,well-to-dopeoplein
tem
thisMiddleWesterncityfor
tri
threegenerations.
TheCarrawaysaresomethingofa
klan
clan,andwehavea
tradicijo
traditionthatwe’redescendedfromtheDukesofBuccleuch,
vendar
buttheactualfounderofmylinewasmygrandfather’s
brat
brother,whocamehereinfifty-one,senta
nadomestek
substitutetotheCivilWar,
in
andstartedthewholesalehardwarebusinessthatmy
oče
fathercarriesontoday.
I
nikoli
neversawthisgreat-uncle,butI’msupposedtolooklikehim—withspecialreferencetotheratherhard-boiledpainting
ki
thathangsinfather’soffice.
IgraduatedfromNewHavenin1915,justaquarterofa
stoletja
centuryaftermyfather,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,
trajno
permanently,Ithought,inthe
spomladi
springoftwenty-two.
Thepracticalthingwasto
najti
findroomsinthecity,
vendar
butitwasawarmseason,
in
andIhadjustleftacountryofwidelawns
in
andfriendlytrees,sowhenayoungmanatthe
pisarni
officesuggestedthatwetakea
hišo
housetogetherinacommutingtown,itsounded
kot
likeagreatidea.
Hefoundthe
hišo
house,aweather-beatencardboardbungalowateightya
mesec
month,butatthelast
trenutku
minutethefirmorderedhimtoWashington,andIwentouttothecountry
sam
alone.
Ihadadog—at
vsaj
leastIhadhimfora
nekaj
fewdaysuntilheranaway—andanoldDodge
in
andaFinnishwoman,whomademy
posteljo
bedandcookedbreakfastandmutteredFinnish
modrost
wisdomtoherselfovertheelectricstove.
Itwas
osamljen
lonelyforadayorso
dokler
untilonemorningsomeman,more
pred kratkim
recentlyarrivedthanI,stoppedmeonthe
cesti
road.
“HowdoyougettoWestEggvillage?”
heaskedhelplessly.
Itold
mu
him.
AndasIwalkedonIwas
osamljen
lonelynolonger.
Iwasa
vodnik
guide,apathfinder,anoriginalsettler.
Hehadcasuallyconferredonmethefreedomoftheneighbourhood.
In
Andsowiththesunshine
in
andthegreatburstsofleavesgrowingonthetrees,justasthings
rastejo
growinfastmovies,Ihadthatfamiliar
prepričanje
convictionthatlifewasbeginningover
znova
againwiththesummer.
Therewassomuchtoread,for
eno
onething,andsomuchfine
zdravje
healthtobepulleddownoutof
je
theyoungbreath-givingair.
Iboughtadozenvolumesonbanking
in
andcreditandinvestmentsecurities,
in
andtheystoodonmyshelfin
rdeči
redandgoldlikenew
denar
moneyfromthemint,promisingtounfoldtheshiningsecrets
ki
thatonlyMidasandMorgan
in
andMaecenasknew.
AndIhadthe
visoko
highintentionofreadingmany
drugih
otherbooksbesides.
Iwasrather
literarni
literaryincollege—oneyearIwroteaseriesof
zelo
verysolemnandobviouseditorialsfortheYaleNews—and
zdaj
nowIwasgoingtobringbackallsuchthingsintomy
življenje
lifeandbecomeagainthat
najbolj
mostlimitedofallspecialists,the“well-roundedman.”
To
Thisisn’tjustanepigram—lifeis
veliko
muchmoresuccessfullylookedatfromasingle
okna
window,afterall.
Itwasamatterofchance
da
thatIshouldhaverenteda
hišo
houseinoneofthestrangestcommunitiesin
Severni
NorthAmerica.
Itwasonthatslenderriotous
otoku
islandwhichextendsitselfdueeastofNewYork—and
kjer
wherethereare,amongothernaturalcuriosities,
dve
twounusualformationsofland.
Twentymilesfromthe
mesta
cityapairofenormouseggs,identicalincontour
in
andseparatedonlybyacourtesybay,jutoutintothe
najbolj
mostdomesticatedbodyofsalt
vode
waterintheWesternhemisphere,the
veliko
greatwetbarnyardofLongIslandSound.
Theyarenotperfectovals—likethe
jajce
eggintheColumbusstory,theyare
oba
bothcrushedflatatthecontactend—buttheirphysical
podobnost
resemblancemustbeasourceofperpetualwondertothegulls
ki
thatflyoverhead.
Tothewinglessa
bolj
moreinterestingphenomenonistheirdissimilarityineveryparticular
razen
exceptshapeandsize.
IlivedatWestEgg,the—well,the
manj
lessfashionableofthetwo,
čeprav
thoughthisisamostsuperficialtagtoexpressthebizarre
in
andnotalittlesinistercontrast
med
betweenthem.
Myhousewasattheverytipoftheegg,onlyfiftyyardsfromthe
Zvoka
Sound,andsqueezedbetweentwohugeplaces
ki
thatrentedfortwelveorfifteen
tisoč
thousandaseason.
Theoneonmy
desni
rightwasacolossalaffairbyanystandard—itwasafactualimitationofsomeHôteldeVilleinNormandy,withatowerononeside,spankingnew
pod
underathinbeardof
surovega
rawivy,andamarbleswimmingpool,
in
andmorethanfortyacresoflawn
in
andgarden.
ItwasGatsby’smansion.
Ali
Or,rather,asIdidn’tknowMr.Gatsby,itwas
je
amansioninhabitedbya
gospod
gentlemanofthatname.
Myown
hiša
housewasaneyesore,butitwasasmalleyesore,
in
andithadbeenoverlooked,soIhada
pogled
viewofthewater,apartial
pogled
viewofmyneighbour’slawn,
in
andtheconsolingproximityofmillionaires—allforeightydollarsa
mesec
month.
Acrossthecourtesybaythe
bele
whitepalacesoffashionableEastEggglitteredalongthewater,
in
andthehistoryofthesummerreallybeginsontheeveningIdroveoverthereto
so
havedinnerwiththeTomBuchanans.
Daisy
Daisywasmysecondcousin
nekoč
onceremoved,andI’dknownTomincollege.
Andjust
po
afterthewarIspent
dva
twodayswiththeminChicago.
Herhusband,
med
amongvariousphysicalaccomplishments,hadbeen
eden
oneofthemostpowerfulendsthateverplayed
nogomet
footballatNewHaven—anationalfigureina
način
way,oneofthosemenwhoreachsuchanacutelimitedexcellenceattwenty-onethat
vse
everythingafterwardsavoursofanticlimax.
Hisfamilywereenormouslywealthy—evenincollegehisfreedom
z
withmoneywasamatterforreproach—but
zdaj
nowhe’dleftChicagoand
prišel
comeEastinafashion
ki
thatrathertookyourbreathaway:
for
primer
instance,he’dbroughtdownastringofpoloponiesfromLakeForest.
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,butIfeltthatTomwoulddrifton
vedno
foreverseeking,alittlewistfully,forthe
dramatično
dramaticturbulenceofsomeirrecoverablefootballgame.
In
Andsoithappenedthaton
je
awarmwindyeveningIdroveovertoEastEggtosee
dva
twooldfriendswhomI
komaj
scarcelyknewatall.
Their
hiša
housewasevenmoreelaborate
kot
thanIexpected,acheerfulred-and-whiteGeorgianColonial
dvorec
mansion,overlookingthebay.
Thelawnstartedatthe
plaži
beachandrantowardsthefrontdoorforaquarterofamile,jumping
čez
oversundialsandbrickwalks
in
andburninggardens—finallywhenitreachedthe
hišo
housedriftingupthesideinbrightvinesasthoughfromthemomentumofitsrun.
The
prednji
frontwasbrokenbyalineofFrenchwindows,glowing
zdaj
nowwithreflectedgoldandwideopentothe
toplo
warmwindyafternoon,andTomBuchananinridingclotheswasstandingwithhislegsapartonthe
prednji
frontporch.
HehadchangedsincehisNewHavenyears.
Zdaj
Nowhewasasturdystraw-haired
moški
manofthirty,witharather
trdo
hardmouthandasupercilious
način
manner.
Twoshiningarroganteyeshadestablisheddominance
nad
overhisfaceandgavehim
je
theappearanceofalwaysleaningaggressivelyforward.
Not
niti
eventheeffeminateswankofhisriding
obleke
clothescouldhidetheenormouspowerofthatbody—heseemedtofillthoseglisteningboots
dokler
untilhestrainedthetoplacing,
in
andyoucouldseeagreat
paket
packofmuscleshiftingwhenhisshouldermoved
pod
underhisthincoat.
Itwas
je
abodycapableofenormousleverage—a
kruto
cruelbody.
Hisspeakingvoice,agruffhuskytenor,addedtotheimpressionoffractiousnessheconveyed.
Therewasa
dotik
touchofpaternalcontemptinit,
celo
eventowardpeopleheliked—andthereweremenatNewHaven
ki
whohadhatedhisguts.
“Now,don’tthinkmy
mnenje
opiniononthesemattersisfinal,”heseemedto
rekel
say,“justbecauseI’mstronger
in
andmoreofamanthanyouare.”
Wewereinthe
isti
sameseniorsociety,andwhilewewere
nikoli
neverintimateIalwayshadthe
vtis
impressionthatheapprovedofme
in
andwantedmetolikehim
z
withsomeharsh,defiantwistfulnessofhisown.
Wetalkedfora
nekaj
fewminutesonthesunny
verandi
porch.
“I’vegotaniceplacehere,”hesaid,hiseyesflashingaboutrestlessly.
Turningmearoundby
eno
onearm,hemoveda
široko
broadflathandalongthefrontvista,includinginitssweepasunkenItalian
vrt
garden,ahalfacreofdeep,pungentroses,
in
andasnub-nosedmotorboatthatbumpedthetideoffshore.
“ItbelongedtoDemaine,
je
theoilman.”
Heturnedmearound
spet
again,politelyandabruptly.
“We’llgoinside.”
Wewalked
skozi
throughahighhallwayintoa
svetel
brightrosy-colouredspace,fragilelyboundintothe
hišo
housebyFrenchwindowsateitherend.
Thewindowswereajar
in
andgleamingwhiteagainstthefresh
travi
grassoutsidethatseemedtogrowa
malo
littlewayintothehouse.
Abreezeblew
skozi
throughtheroom,blewcurtainsinatone
koncu
endandouttheotherlikepaleflags,twistingthemup
proti
towardthefrostedwedding-cakeoftheceiling,
in
andthenrippledoverthewine-colouredrug,makinga
senco
shadowonitaswinddoesonthe
morju
sea.
Theonlycompletelystationary
predmet
objectintheroomwasanenormous
kavč
couchonwhichtwoyoungwomenwerebuoyedupasthoughuponananchoredballoon.
Theywere
oba
bothinwhite,andtheirdresseswererippling
in
andflutteringasiftheyhad
pravkar
justbeenblownbackin
po
afterashortflightaroundthe
hiše
house.
Imusthavestoodfora
nekaj
fewmomentslisteningtothewhipandsnapofthecurtainsandthegroanofapictureonthe
steni
wall.
ThentherewasaboomasTomBuchanan
zaprl
shuttherearwindowsandthecaught
veter
winddiedoutaboutthe
sobi
room,andthecurtainsandtherugs
in
andthetwoyoungwomenballooned
počasi
slowlytothefloor.
The
mlajši
youngerofthetwowasa
tujec
strangertome.
Shewasextended
polno
fulllengthatherendofthedivan,
popolnoma
completelymotionless,andwithher
brado
chinraisedalittle,asifshewerebalancing
nekaj
somethingonitwhichwas
zelo
quitelikelytofall.
Ifshesawmeoutofthecornerofhereyesshegave
ni
nohintofit—indeed,Iwas
skoraj
almostsurprisedintomurmuringanapologyforhavingdisturbedherbycomingin.
The
drugo
othergirl,Daisy,madeanattempttorise—sheleaned
rahlo
slightlyforwardwithaconscientiousexpression—thenshelaughed,an
absurdno
absurd,charminglittlelaugh,andIlaughed
tudi
tooandcameforwardintothe
sobo
room.
“I’mp-paralysedwithhappiness.”
Shelaughed
spet
again,asifshesaid
nekaj
somethingverywitty,andheldmy
roko
handforamoment,lookingupintomy
obraz
face,promisingthattherewasnooneinthe
svetu
worldshesomuchwantedtosee.
Thatwas
je
awayshehad.
Shehintedinamurmurthatthe
priimek
surnameofthebalancinggirlwas
Baker
Baker.
(I’vehearditsaidthatDaisy’smurmurwas
samo
onlytomakepeopleleantowardher;
anirrelevantcriticism
ki
thatmadeitnolesscharming.)
Atanyrate,MissBaker’slipsfluttered,shenoddedatme
skoraj
almostimperceptibly,andthenquicklytippedher
glavo
headbackagain—theobjectshewasbalancinghad
očitno
obviouslytotteredalittleandgivenher
nekaj
somethingofafright.
Again
je
asortofapologyarosetomylips.
Skoraj
Almostanyexhibitionofcompleteself-sufficiencydrawsastunnedtributefrom
mene
me.
Ilookedbackatmycousin,
ki
whobegantoaskmequestionsinherlow,thrillingvoice.
Itwasthekindof
glas
voicethattheearfollows
navzgor
upanddown,asif
vsak
eachspeechisanarrangementofnotesthatwill
nikoli
neverbeplayedagain.
Her
obraz
facewassadandlovelywithbrightthingsinit,brighteyes
in
andabrightpassionatemouth,
vendar
buttherewasanexcitementinhervoicethatmenwhohadcaredforherfound
težko
difficulttoforget:
asingingcompulsion,awhispered“Listen,”apromisethatshehaddone
gay
gay,excitingthingsjustawhilesince
in
andthatthereweregay,
vznemirljive
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’llstayinthe
Vzhodu
East,don’tyouworry,”hesaid,glancingat
Daisy
Daisyandthenbackat
mene
me,asifhewere
buden
alertforsomethingmore.
“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’vebeenlyingonthat
kavču
sofaforaslongasIcanremember.”
“Don’tlookatme,”
Daisy
Daisyretorted,“I’vebeentryingtogetyoutoNewYorkallafternoon.”
“No,thanks,”saidMiss
Baker
Bakertothefourcocktails
pravkar
justinfromthepantry.
“I’mabsolutelyintraining.”
Herhostlookedatherincredulously.
“Youare!”
Hetookdownhis
pijačo
drinkasifitwereadropinthe
dnu
bottomofaglass.
“Howyoueverget
karkoli
anythingdoneisbeyondme.”
IlookedatMiss
Baker
Baker,wonderingwhatitwasshe“gotdone.”
Ienjoyedlookingather.
Shewasaslender,small-breastedgirl,withanerectcarriage,
ki
whichsheaccentuatedbythrowingher
telo
bodybackwardattheshoulders
kot
likeayoungcadet.
Her
sive
greysun-strainedeyeslookedbackatme
z
withpolitereciprocalcuriosityoutofawan,charming,discontentedface.
Itoccurredtome
zdaj
nowthatIhadseen
njeno
her,orapictureof
njeno
her,somewherebefore.
“YouliveinWestEgg,”sheremarkedcontemptuously.
“Iknow
nekdo
somebodythere.”
“Idon’tknowasingle—”.
“YoumustknowGatsby.”
“Gatsby?”
demanded
Daisy
Daisy.
“WhatGatsby?”
BeforeIcouldreply
da
thathewasmyneighbourdinnerwasannounced;
wedginghistensearmimperativelyundermine,TomBuchanancompelledmefromtheroomasthoughheweremovingacheckerto
drugo
anothersquare.
Slenderly,languidly,theirhandssetlightlyontheirhips,the
dve
twoyoungwomenprecededusoutontoarosy-colouredporch,open
proti
towardthesunset,wherefourcandlesflickeredonthetableinthediminishedwind.
“Whycandles?”
objected
Daisy
Daisy,frowning.
Shesnappedthemout
s
withherfingers.
“Intwoweeksit’llbethe
najdaljši
longestdayintheyear.”
Shelookedatus
vse
allradiantly.
“Doyoualwayswatchforthe
najdaljši
longestdayoftheyear
in
andthenmissit?
I
vedno
alwayswatchforthelongest
dan
dayintheyearandthenmissit.”
“Weoughttoplansomething,”yawnedMiss
Baker
Baker,sittingdownatthe
mizo
tableasifsheweregettinginto
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,”insisted
Daisy
Daisy.
SometimessheandMiss
Baker
Bakertalkedatonce,unobtrusively
in
andwithabanteringinconsequence
ki
thatwasneverquitechatter,
ki
thatwasascoolastheir
bele
whitedressesandtheirimpersonaleyesinthe
odsotnosti
absenceofalldesire.
Theywere
tukaj
here,andtheyacceptedTom
in
andme,makingonlyapolite
prijetno
pleasantefforttoentertainortobeentertained.
Theyknew
da
thatpresentlydinnerwouldbeover
in
andalittlelatertheevening
tudi
toowouldbeoverandcasuallyputaway.
ItwassharplydifferentfromtheWest,
kjer
whereaneveningwashurriedfrom
faze
phasetophasetowardsitsclose,ina
nenehno
continuallydisappointedanticipationorelseinsheer
živčni
nervousdreadofthemomentitself.
“Youmakemefeeluncivilized,Daisy,”Iconfessedonmysecondglassofcorky
vendar
butratherimpressiveclaret.
“Can’tyoutalk
o
aboutcropsorsomething?”
Imeant
nič
nothinginparticularbythis
pripombo
remark,butitwastakenupin
je
anunexpectedway.
“Civilization’sgoingtopieces,”brokeoutTom
nasilno
violently.
“I’vegottentobeaterriblepessimistaboutthings.
HaveyoureadTheRiseoftheColouredEmpiresby
tega
thismanGoddard?”
“Why,no,”Ianswered,rathersurprisedbyhistone.
“Well,it’s
je
afinebook,andeverybodyoughttoread
to
it.
Theideaisifwedon’tlookoutthe
bela
whiteracewillbe—willbe
popolnoma
utterlysubmerged.
It’sallscientific
stvari
stuff;
it’sbeenproved.”