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I
Inmyyounger
y
and
morevulnerableyearsmy
padre
father
gavemesomeadvicethatI’vebeenturningoverinmy
mente
mind
eversince.
“Wheneveryoufeellikecriticizinganyone,”he
dijo
told
me,“justrememberthat
todas
all
thepeopleinthis
mundo
world
haven’thadtheadvantagesthatyou’vehad.”
Hedidn’t
dijo
say
anymore,butwe’ve
siempre
always
beenunusuallycommunicativein
una
a
reservedway,andI
entendí
understood
thathemeantagreatdeal
más
more
thanthat.
Inconsequence,I’minclinedtoreserve
todos
all
judgements,ahabitthat
ha
has
openedupmanycuriousnaturestome
y
and
alsomademethevictimofnot
un
a
fewveteranbores.
Theabnormal
mente
mind
isquicktodetect
y
and
attachitselftothisquality
cuando
when
itappearsinanormal
persona
person
,andsoitcameaboutthatincollegeIwasunjustlyaccusedofbeingapolitician,
porque
because
Iwasprivytothesecretgriefsofwild,unknownmen.
Mayoría
Most
oftheconfidenceswereunsought—frequentlyI
he
have
feignedsleep,preoccupation,orahostilelevity
cuando
when
Irealizedbysomeunmistakable
signo
sign
thatanintimaterevelationwasquiveringonthehorizon;
fortheintimaterevelationsof
jóvenes
young
men,oratleastthetermsinwhichtheyexpressthem,areusuallyplagiaristic
y
and
marredbyobvioussuppressions.
Reservingjudgementsis
una
a
matterofinfinitehope.
Iam
todavía
still
alittleafraidof
perder
missing
somethingifIforgetthat,asmy
padre
father
snobbishlysuggested,andIsnobbishlyrepeat,
un
a
senseofthefundamentaldecenciesisparcelledoutunequallyatbirth.
Y
And
,afterboastingthiswayofmytolerance,I
llego
come
totheadmissionthatit
tiene
has
alimit.
Conductmaybefoundedonthehardrock
o
or
thewetmarshes,butafter
un
a
certainpointIdon’t
importa
care
whatit’sfoundedon.
Cuando
When
Icamebackfrom
el
the
EastlastautumnI
sentí
felt
thatIwantedthe
mundo
world
tobeinuniform
y
and
atasortofmoralattentionforever;
I
quería
wanted
nomoreriotousexcursions
con
with
privilegedglimpsesintothe
humano
human
heart.
OnlyGatsby,the
hombre
man
whogiveshisnameto
este
this
book,wasexemptfrommyreaction—Gatsby,whorepresented
todo
everything
forwhichIhave
un
an
unaffectedscorn.
Ifpersonalityisanunbrokenseriesofsuccessfulgestures,thentherewas
algo
something
gorgeousabouthim,someheightenedsensitivitytothepromisesof
vida
life
,asifhewererelatedtooneofthoseintricatemachinesthatregisterearthquakes
diez
ten
thousandmilesaway.
Thisresponsivenesshad
nada
nothing
todowiththatflabbyimpressionabilitywhichisdignified
bajo
under
thenameofthe“creativetemperament”—itwasanextraordinarygiftfor
esperanza
hope
,aromanticreadinesssuchasIhave
nunca
never
foundinanyother
persona
person
andwhichitisnotlikelyIshallever
encontrar
find
again.
No—Gatsbyturnedoutall
bien
right
attheend;
itiswhatpreyedonGatsby,whatfouldustfloatedinthe
estela
wake
ofhisdreamsthattemporarily
cerró
closed
outmyinterestintheabortivesorrows
y
and
short-windedelationsofmen.
My
familia
family
havebeenprominent,well-to-do
gente
people
inthisMiddleWestern
ciudad
city
forthreegenerations.
TheCarrawaysaresomethingofaclan,
y
and
wehaveatraditionthatwe’redescendedfromtheDukesofBuccleuch,
pero
but
theactualfounderofmy
línea
line
wasmygrandfather’sbrother,who
vino
came
hereinfifty-one,sentasubstitutetotheCivil
Guerra
War
,andstartedthewholesalehardware
negocio
business
thatmyfathercarrieson
hoy
today
.
Ineversawthisgreat-uncle,
pero
but
I’msupposedtolooklikehim—with
especial
special
referencetotheratherhard-boiledpaintingthat
cuelga
hangs
infather’soffice.
IgraduatedfromNewHavenin1915,
justo
just
aquarterofacenturyaftermy
padre
father
,andalittlelaterIparticipatedin
esa
that
delayedTeutonicmigrationknownas
la
the
GreatWar.
Ienjoyed
el
the
counter-raidsothoroughlythatIcamebackrestless.
Insteadofbeing
el
the
warmcentreofthe
mundo
world
,theMiddleWestnowseemedlike
el
the
raggededgeoftheuniverse—soIdecidedto
ir
go
Eastandlearnthebond
negocio
business
.
EverybodyIknewwasinthebond
negocio
business
,soIsupposedit
podría
could
supportonemoresingle
hombre
man
.
Allmyauntsanduncles
hablaron
talked
itoverasiftheywerechoosing
una
a
prepschoolforme,
y
and
finallysaid,“Why—ye-es,”with
muy
very
grave,hesitantfaces.
Fatheragreedtofinancemefor
un
a
year,andaftervariousdelaysI
vine
came
East,permanently,Ithought,in
la
the
springoftwenty-two.
Thepracticalthingwasto
encontrar
find
roomsinthecity,
pero
but
itwasawarmseason,
y
and
Ihadjustlefta
país
country
ofwidelawnsandfriendlytrees,so
cuando
when
ayoungmanat
la
the
officesuggestedthatwe
tomáramos
take
ahousetogetherinacommutingtown,it
sonaba
sounded
likeagreatidea.
He
encontró
found
thehouse,aweather-beatencardboardbungalowateighty
un
a
month,butatthe
último
last
minutethefirmorderedhimtoWashington,
y
and
Iwentouttothe
campo
country
alone.
Ihadadog—at
menos
least
Ihadhimforafewdays
hasta que
until
heranaway—andan
viejo
old
DodgeandaFinnish
mujer
woman
,whomademybed
y
and
cookedbreakfastandmutteredFinnishwisdomtoherself
sobre
over
theelectricstove.
Itwaslonelyfora
día
day
orsountilone
mañana
morning
someman,morerecentlyarrivedthanI,
detuvo
stopped
meontheroad.
“Howdoyou
llegas
get
toWestEggvillage?”
he
preguntó
asked
helplessly.
Itoldhim.
Y
And
asIwalkedonIwaslonely
no
no
longer.
Iwasaguide,apathfinder,anoriginalsettler.
He
había
had
casuallyconferredonme
la
the
freedomoftheneighbourhood.
Y
And
sowiththesunshine
y
and
thegreatburstsofleavesgrowingonthetrees,justasthingsgrowinfastmovies,I
tuve
had
thatfamiliarconvictionthat
vida
life
wasbeginningoveragain
con
with
thesummer.
Therewasso
tanto
much
toread,foronething,
y
and
somuchfinehealthtobepulleddownoutofthe
joven
young
breath-givingair.
Ibought
una
a
dozenvolumesonbanking
y
and
creditandinvestmentsecurities,
y
and
theystoodonmyshelfin
rojo
red
andgoldlikenew
dinero
money
fromthemint,promisingtounfoldtheshiningsecretsthat
sólo
only
MidasandMorganandMaecenas
conocían
knew
.
AndIhadthehighintentionof
leer
reading
manyotherbooksbesides.
Iwasratherliteraryincollege—one
año
year
Iwroteaseriesof
muy
very
solemnandobviouseditorialsfortheYaleNews—and
ahora
now
Iwasgoingto
traer
bring
backallsuchthingsintomy
vida
life
andbecomeagainthat
más
most
limitedofallspecialists,the“well-roundedman.”
Esto
This
isn’tjustanepigram—lifeismuch
más
more
successfullylookedatfromasinglewindow,after
todo
all
.
Itwasamatterof
azar
chance
thatIshouldhaverenteda
casa
house
inoneofthestrangestcommunitiesinNorthAmerica.
Itwason
esa
that
slenderriotousislandwhichextendsitselfdueeastofNewYork—and
donde
where
thereare,amongothernaturalcuriosities,
dos
two
unusualformationsofland.
Twentymilesfromthe
ciudad
city
apairofenormouseggs,identicalincontour
y
and
separatedonlybyacourtesybay,jutoutintothe
más
most
domesticatedbodyofsaltwaterintheWesternhemisphere,the
gran
great
wetbarnyardofLongIslandSound.
Theyarenotperfectovals—liketheeggintheColumbus
historia
story
,theyarebothcrushedflatatthecontactend—buttheirphysicalresemblance
debe
must
beasourceofperpetualwondertothegullsthatflyoverhead.
To
los
the
winglessamoreinterestingphenomenonistheirdissimilarityin
todos
every
particularexceptshapeandsize.
I
vivía
lived
atWestEgg,the—well,thelessfashionableofthe
dos
two
,thoughthisisamostsuperficialtagtoexpressthebizarre
y
and
notalittlesinistercontrast
entre
between
them.
Myhousewasat
la
the
verytipoftheegg,
sólo
only
fiftyyardsfromtheSound,
y
and
squeezedbetweentwohugeplacesthatrentedfortwelve
o
or
fifteenthousandaseason.
El
The
oneonmyrightwasacolossalaffairby
cualquier
any
standard—itwasafactualimitationofsomeHôteldeVilleinNormandy,
con
with
atoweronone
lado
side
,spankingnewunderathinbeardofrawivy,
y
and
amarbleswimmingpool,
y
and
morethanfortyacresoflawn
y
and
garden.
ItwasGatsby’smansion.
O
Or
,rather,asIdidn’t
conocía
know
Mr.Gatsby,itwasamansioninhabitedbyagentlemanof
ese
that
name.
Myownhousewasaneyesore,
pero
but
itwasasmalleyesore,
y
and
ithadbeenoverlooked,soIhadaviewof
la
the
water,apartialviewofmyneighbour’slawn,
y
and
theconsolingproximityofmillionaires—allforeightydollarsamonth.
AcrossthecourtesybaythewhitepalacesoffashionableEastEggglittered
a lo largo
along
thewater,andthehistoryofthesummer
realmente
really
beginsontheeveningI
conduje
drove
overtheretohave
cenar
dinner
withtheTomBuchanans.
Daisywasmy
segunda
second
cousinonceremoved,andI’d
conocido
known
Tomincollege.
And
justo
just
afterthewarIspent
dos
two
dayswiththeminChicago.
Her
marido
husband
,amongvariousphysicalaccomplishments,
había
had
beenoneofthe
más
most
powerfulendsthatever
jugaron
played
footballatNewHaven—anationalfigureinaway,oneof
esos
those
menwhoreachsuchanacutelimitedexcellenceattwenty-onethat
todo
everything
afterwardsavoursofanticlimax.
His
familia
family
wereenormouslywealthy—evenincollegehisfreedom
con
with
moneywasamatterforreproach—but
ahora
now
he’dleftChicagoand
venido
come
Eastinafashionthatrathertookyourbreathaway:
forinstance,he’d
traído
brought
downastringofpoloponiesfromLakeForest.
Itwas
difícil
hard
torealizethata
hombre
man
inmyowngenerationwaswealthy
lo suficientemente
enough
todothat.
Whythey
vinieron
came
EastIdon’tknow.
They
habían
had
spentayearinFrancefornoparticular
razón
reason
,andthendriftedhere
y
and
thereunrestfullywhereverpeople
jugaba
played
poloandwererich
juntos
together
.
Thiswasapermanent
movimiento
move
,saidDaisyoverthetelephone,
pero
but
Ididn’tbelieveit—I
tenía
had
nosightintoDaisy’s
corazón
heart
,butIfeltthatTomwoulddriftonforeverseeking,
un
a
littlewistfully,forthedramaticturbulenceofsomeirrecoverablefootball
juego
game
.
Andsoithappenedthaton
una
a
warmwindyeveningI
conduje
drove
overtoEastEggto
ver
see
twooldfriendswhomIscarcely
conocía
knew
atall.
Theirhousewaseven
más
more
elaboratethanIexpected,
una
a
cheerfulred-and-whiteGeorgianColonialmansion,overlooking
la
the
bay.
Thelawnstartedatthebeach
y
and
rantowardsthefront
puerta
door
foraquarterof
un
a
mile,jumpingoversundials
y
and
brickwalksandburninggardens—finally
cuando
when
itreachedthehousedriftingupthe
lado
side
inbrightvinesasthoughfromthemomentumofits
corría
run
.
Thefrontwasbrokenby
una
a
lineofFrenchwindows,glowing
ahora
now
withreflectedgoldandwideopentothewarmwindyafternoon,
y
and
TomBuchananinridingclotheswasstanding
con
with
hislegsapartonthefrontporch.
He
había
had
changedsincehisNewHavenyears.
Ahora
Now
hewasasturdystraw-haired
hombre
man
ofthirty,witharatherhardmouth
y
and
asuperciliousmanner.
Twoshiningarroganteyes
habían
had
establisheddominanceoverhis
rostro
face
andgavehimtheappearanceof
siempre
always
leaningaggressivelyforward.
Not
siquiera
even
theeffeminateswankofhisridingclothescouldhidetheenormous
poder
power
ofthatbody—heseemedtofillthoseglisteningboots
hasta que
until
hestrainedthetoplacing,
y
and
youcouldseea
gran
great
packofmuscleshifting
cuando
when
hisshouldermovedunderhisthincoat.
Itwasa
cuerpo
body
capableofenormousleverage—acruel
cuerpo
body
.
Hisspeakingvoice,agruffhuskytenor,addedto
la
the
impressionoffractiousnessheconveyed.
Therewas
un
a
touchofpaternalcontemptinit,
incluso
even
towardpeopleheliked—andthereweremenatNewHavenwhohad
odiado
hated
hisguts.
“Now,don’tthinkmyopinionon
estos
these
mattersisfinal,”heseemedto
decir
say
,“justbecauseI’mstronger
y
and
moreofamanthanyouare.”
Wewerein
la
the
sameseniorsociety,andwhilewewere
nunca
never
intimateIalwayshad
la
the
impressionthatheapprovedofme
y
and
wantedmetolikehim
con
with
someharsh,defiantwistfulnessofhis
tuve
own
.
Wetalkedforafewminuteson
el
the
sunnyporch.
“I’vegot
un
a
niceplacehere,”he
dijo
said
,hiseyesflashingaboutrestlessly.
Turningmearoundbyonearm,he
movió
moved
abroadflathandalong
la
the
frontvista,includinginitssweepasunkenItaliangarden,a
medio
half
acreofdeep,pungentroses,
y
and
asnub-nosedmotorboatthatbumped
la
the
tideoffshore.
“ItbelongedtoDemaine,
el
the
oilman.”
Heturnedmearound
de nuevo
again
,politelyandabruptly.
“We’ll
vamos
go
inside.”
Wewalkedthrough
un
a
highhallwayintoabrightrosy-colouredspace,fragilelyboundinto
la
the
housebyFrenchwindowsateitherend.
Thewindowswereajar
y
and
gleamingwhiteagainstthefreshgrass
afuera
outside
thatseemedtogrow
un
a
littlewayintothe
casa
house
.
Abreezeblewthroughthe
habitación
room
,blewcurtainsinatone
extremo
end
andouttheotherlikepaleflags,twistingthemuptowardthefrostedwedding-cakeoftheceiling,
y
and
thenrippledoverthewine-colouredrug,makingashadowonitaswinddoesonthesea.
Theonlycompletelystationaryobjectinthe
habitación
room
wasanenormouscouchonwhich
dos
two
youngwomenwerebuoyedupasthoughupon
un
an
anchoredballoon.
Theywere
ambos
both
inwhite,andtheirdresseswererippling
y
and
flutteringasiftheyhadjustbeenblownbackinafter
un
a
shortflightaroundthe
casa
house
.
Imusthavestoodfor
un
a
fewmomentslisteningtothewhip
y
and
snapofthecurtains
y
and
thegroanofapictureonthewall.
Thentherewas
un
a
boomasTomBuchanan
cerró
shut
therearwindowsandthe
atrapado
caught
winddiedoutaboutthe
habitación
room
,andthecurtainsandtherugs
y
and
thetwoyoungwomenballoonedslowlytothefloor.
Theyoungerofthe
dos
two
wasastrangerto
me
.
Shewasextendedfulllengthather
extremo
end
ofthedivan,completelymotionless,
y
and
withherchinraised
un
a
little,asifshewerebalancing
algo
something
onitwhichwasquitelikelyto
caiga
fall
.
Ifshesawmeoutofthecornerofhereyesshe
daba
gave
nohintofit—indeed,Iwas
casi
almost
surprisedintomurmuringanapologyforhavingdisturbedherbycomingin.
La
The
othergirl,Daisy,madeanattempttorise—sheleanedslightlyforward
con
with
aconscientiousexpression—thenshelaughed,anabsurd,charminglittlelaugh,
y
and
Ilaughedtooandcameforwardinto
la
the
room.
“I’mp-paralysedwithhappiness.”
Shelaughed
de nuevo
again
,asifshesaid
algo
something
verywitty,andheldmy
mano
hand
foramoment,lookingupintomy
cara
face
,promisingthattherewas
no
no
oneintheworldsheso
tanto
much
wantedtosee.
Thatwas
una
a
wayshehad.
Shehintedin
un
a
murmurthatthesurnameofthebalancing
chica
girl
wasBaker.
(I’veheardit
decir
said
thatDaisy’smurmurwas
sólo
only
tomakepeopleleantoward
ella
her
;
anirrelevantcriticismthat
hizo
made
itnolesscharming.)
At
cualquier
any
rate,MissBaker’slipsfluttered,shenoddedatme
casi
almost
imperceptibly,andthenquicklytippedher
cabeza
head
backagain—theobjectshewasbalancing
había
had
obviouslytotteredalittle
y
and
givenhersomethingof
un
a
fright.
Againasortofapologyarosetomylips.
Casi
Almost
anyexhibitionofcompleteself-sufficiencydraws
un
a
stunnedtributefromme.
I
miré
looked
backatmycousin,whobeganto
preguntas
ask
mequestionsinherlow,thrillingvoice.
Itwas
el
the
kindofvoicethat
el
the
earfollowsupand
abajo
down
,asifeachspeechis
un
an
arrangementofnotesthatwill
nunca
never
beplayedagain.
Her
rostro
face
wassadandlovely
con
with
brightthingsinit,brighteyes
y
and
abrightpassionatemouth,
pero
but
therewasanexcitementinhervoicethatmenwhohadcaredforher
encontraron
found
difficulttoforget:
a
cantar
singing
compulsion,awhispered“Listen,”a
promesa
promise
thatshehaddonegay,excitingthingsjustawhilesince
y
and
thatthereweregay,excitingthingshoveringin
la
the
nexthour.
Itoldher
cómo
how
IhadstoppedoffinChicagofora
día
day
onmywayEast,
y
and
howadozenpeoplehad
enviado
sent
theirlovethroughme.
“Dothey
extrañan
miss
me?”
shecriedecstatically.
“Thewhole
ciudad
town
isdesolate.
Allthecarshavetheleftrearwheelpainted
negro
black
asamourningwreath,
y
and
there’sapersistentwailall
noche
night
alongthenorthshore.”
“Howgorgeous!
Let’s
vamos
go
back,Tom.
Tomorrow!”
Thensheaddedirrelevantly:
“Yououghtto
ver
see
thebaby.”
“I’dliketo.”
“She’sasleep.
She’s
tres
three
yearsold.
Haven’tyouever
visto
seen
her?”
“Never.”
“Well,yououghttoseeher.
She’s—”.
TomBuchanan,who
había
had
beenhoveringrestlesslyabout
la
the
room,stoppedandrestedhis
mano
hand
onmyshoulder.
“Whatyou
haciendo
doing
,Nick?”
“I’mabondman.”
“Whowith?”
I
dije
told
him.
“Neverheardofthem,”heremarkeddecisively.
Esto
This
annoyedme.
“Youwill,”I
respondí
answered
shortly.
“Youwillifyou
quedas
stay
intheEast.”
“Oh,I’ll
quedaré
stay
intheEast,don’tyouworry,”he
dijo
said
,glancingatDaisyandthenbackatme,as
si
if
hewerealertfor
algo
something
more.
“I’dbeaGoddamnedfoolto
vivir
live
anywhereelse.”
Atthis
punto
point
MissBakersaid:
“Absolutely!”
withsuchsuddennessthatIstarted—itwas
la
the
firstwordshehaduttered
desde
since
Icameintothe
habitación
room
.
Evidentlyitsurprisedheras
tanto
much
asitdidme,forsheyawned
y
and
withaseriesofrapid,deftmovementsstoodupinto
la
the
room.
“I’mstiff,”shecomplained,“I’vebeenlyingon
ese
that
sofaforaslongasI
puedo
can
remember.”
“Don’tlookatme,”Daisyretorted,“I’vebeen
tratando
trying
togetyoutoNewYork
toda
all
afternoon.”
“No,thanks,”said
Srta
Miss
Bakertothefourcocktailsjustinfromthepantry.
“I’mabsolutelyintraining.”
Herhost
miró
looked
atherincredulously.
“Youare!”
He
tomó
took
downhisdrinkas
si
if
itwereadropin
el
the
bottomofaglass.
“Howyoueverget
algo
anything
doneisbeyondme.”
I
miré
looked
atMissBaker,wonderingwhatitwasshe“gotdone.”
Ienjoyedlookingather.
Shewasaslender,small-breasted
niña
girl
,withanerectcarriage,whichsheaccentuatedbythrowingher
cuerpo
body
backwardattheshoulders
como
like
ayoungcadet.
Hergreysun-strainedeyes
miraron
looked
backatmewithpolitereciprocalcuriosityoutof
un
a
wan,charming,discontentedface.
Itoccurredtome
ahora
now
thatIhadseen
ella
her
,orapictureof
ella
her
,somewherebefore.
“YouliveinWestEgg,”sheremarkedcontemptuously.
“I
conozco
know
somebodythere.”
“Idon’t
conozco
know
asingle—”.
“Youmust
conocer
know
Gatsby.”
“Gatsby?”
demandedDaisy.
“WhatGatsby?”
BeforeI
pudiera
could
replythathewasmyneighbour
cena
dinner
wasannounced;
wedginghistensearmimperatively
bajo
under
mine,TomBuchanancompelledmefromthe
habitación
room
asthoughhewere
moviendo
moving
acheckertoanothersquare.
Slenderly,languidly,theirhandssetlightlyontheirhips,the
dos
two
youngwomenprecededusoutonto
un
a
rosy-colouredporch,opentowardthesunset,
donde
where
fourcandlesflickeredonthetableinthediminishedwind.
“Whycandles?”
objectedDaisy,frowning.
Shesnappedthemout
con
with
herfingers.
“Intwoweeksit’llbe
el
the
longestdayintheyear.”
She
miró
looked
atusallradiantly.
“Doyou
siempre
always
watchforthelongest
día
day
oftheyearandthen
pierdes
miss
it?
Ialwayswatchfor
el
the
longestdayinthe
año
year
andthenmissit.”
“Weoughtto
planear
plan
something,”yawnedMissBaker,
sentándose
sitting
downatthetableas
si
if
sheweregettinginto
cama
bed
.
“Allright,”saidDaisy.
“What’llweplan?”
Sheturnedtomehelplessly:
“Whatdo
gente
people
plan?”
BeforeIcould
responder
answer
hereyesfastenedwith
una
an
awedexpressiononherlittlefinger.
“Look!”
shecomplained;
“I
lastimé
hurt
it.”
Wealllooked—theknucklewas
negro
black
andblue.
“Youdidit,Tom,”she
dijo
said
accusingly.
“Iknowyoudidn’tmeanto,
pero
but
youdiddoit.
That’swhatI
obtengo
get
formarryingabruteof
un
a
man,agreat,big,hulkingphysicalspecimenofa—”.
“Ihate
esa
that
word‘hulking,’ ”objectedTomcrossly,“eveninkidding.”
“Hulking,”insistedDaisy.
Sometimesshe
y
and
MissBakertalkedatonce,unobtrusively
y
and
withabanteringinconsequencethatwas
nunca
never
quitechatter,thatwasas
fresco
cool
astheirwhitedresses
y
and
theirimpersonaleyesin
la
the
absenceofalldesire.
Theywere
aquí
here
,andtheyacceptedTom
y
and
me,makingonlyapolitepleasantefforttoentertain
o
or
tobeentertained.
They
sabían
knew
thatpresentlydinnerwouldbeover
y
and
alittlelatertheevening
también
too
wouldbeoverandcasually
pondría
put
away.
Itwassharply
diferente
different
fromtheWest,whereaneveningwas
apresuraba
hurried
fromphasetophasetowardsitsclose,inacontinuallydisappointedanticipation
o
or
elseinsheernervousdreadofthemomentitself.
“You
haces
make
mefeeluncivilized,Daisy,”Iconfessedonmy
segundo
second
glassofcorkybutratherimpressiveclaret.
“Can’tyou
hablar
talk
aboutcropsorsomething?”
I
decir
meant
nothinginparticularby
este
this
remark,butitwas
tomado
taken
upinanunexpected
manera
way
.
“Civilization’sgoingtopieces,”brokeoutTomviolently.
“I’vegottentobe
un
a
terriblepessimistaboutthings.
Has
Have
youreadTheRiseoftheColouredEmpiresby
este
this
manGoddard?”
“Why,no,”I
respondí
answered
,rathersurprisedbyhistone.
“Well,it’s
un
a
finebook,andeverybodyoughttoreadit.
La
The
ideaisifwedon’tlookout
la
the
whiteracewillbe—willbeutterlysubmerged.
It’s
todo
all
scientificstuff;
it’sbeenproved.”