I
Inmyyounger
y
andmorevulnerableyearsmypadre
fathergavemesomeadvicethatI’vebeenturningoverinmymente
mindeversince.“Wheneveryoufeellike
criticar
criticizinganyone,”hetoldme,“justrecuerda
rememberthatallthepeopleineste
thisworldhaven’thadtheadvantagesthatyou’vehad.”Hedidn’t
dijo
sayanymore,butwe’vesiempre
alwaysbeenunusuallycommunicativeinuna
areservedway,andIentendí
understoodthathemeantagreatdealmás
morethanthat.Inconsequence,I’minclinedto
reservar
reservealljudgements,ahabitthatha
hasopenedupmanycuriousnaturestomey
andalsomademethevíctima
victimofnotafewveteranbores.The
anormal
abnormalmindisquicktodetectar
detectandattachitselftoesta
thisqualitywhenitappearsinanormal
normalperson,andsoitcameaboutthatinuniversidad
collegeIwasunjustlyaccusedofbeingapolítico
politician,becauseIwasprivytothesecretgriefsofwild,unknownmen.Mayoría
Mostoftheconfidenceswereunsought—frequentlyIhe
havefeignedsleep,preoccupation,orahostil
hostilelevitywhenIrealizedbysomeunmistakablesigno
signthatanintimaterevelationwasquiveringonthehorizonte
horizon;fortheintimaterevelationsof
jóvenes
youngmen,oratleastthetermsinwhichtheyexpresan
expressthem,areusuallyplagiaristicy
andmarredbyobvioussuppressions.Reservar
Reservingjudgementsisamatterofinfiniteesperanza
hope.Iamstilla
poco
littleafraidofmissingsomethingsi
ifIforgetthat,asmypadre
fathersnobbishlysuggested,andIsnobbishlyrepito
repeat,asenseofthefundamentaldecenciesisparcelledoutunequallyatbirth.Y
And,afterboastingthiswayofmytolerancia
tolerance,Icometotheadmisión
admissionthatithasalímite
limit.Conductmaybefoundedonthehard
roca
rockorthewetmarshes,pero
butafteracertainpointIdon’timporta
carewhatit’sfoundedon.Cuando
WhenIcamebackfromel
theEastlastautumnIsentí
feltthatIwantedthemundo
worldtobeinuniformy
andatasortofmoral
moralattentionforever;Iwanted
no
nomoreriotousexcursionswithprivilegedvislumbres
glimpsesintothehumanheart.Sólo
OnlyGatsby,themanwhoda
giveshisnametothislibro
book,wasexemptfrommyreaction—Gatsby,whorepresentaba
representedeverythingforwhichItengo
haveanunaffectedscorn.If
personalidad
personalityisanunbrokenseriesofsuccessfulgestures,thentherewasalgo
somethinggorgeousabouthim,someheightenedsensibilidad
sensitivitytothepromisesofvida
life,asifhewererelatedtooneofthoseintricatemachinesthatregistran
registerearthquakestenthousandmilesdistancia
away.Thisresponsivenesshadnothingto
ver
dowiththatflabbyimpressionabilitywhichisdignifiedbajo
underthenameofthe“creativetemperament”—itwasanextraordinario
extraordinarygiftforhope,aromanticreadinesssuchasIhavenunca
neverfoundinanyotherpersona
personandwhichitisnotprobable
likelyIshalleverfindagain.No—Gatsbyturnedoutall
bien
rightattheend;itiswhatpreyedonGatsby,what
sucio
fouldustfloatedintheestela
wakeofhisdreamsthattemporalmente
temporarilyclosedoutmyinterestintheabortivesorrowsy
andshort-windedelationsofmen.My
familia
familyhavebeenprominent,well-to-dogente
peopleinthisMiddleWesternciudad
cityforthreegenerations.TheCarrawaysaresomethingofa
clan
clan,andwehaveatradición
traditionthatwe’redescendedfromtheDukesofBuccleuch,pero
buttheactualfounderofmylínea
linewasmygrandfather’sbrother,whovino
camehereinfifty-one,sentasustituto
substitutetotheCivilWar,y
andstartedthewholesalehardwarenegocio
businessthatmyfathercarriesonhoy
today.Ineversawthisgreat-uncle,
pero
butI’msupposedtolooklikehim—withespecial
specialreferencetotheratherhard-boiledpaintingthatcuelga
hangsinfather’soffice.I
gradué
graduatedfromNewHavenin1915,justo
justaquarterofasiglo
centuryaftermyfather,andun
alittlelaterIparticipatedinesa
thatdelayedTeutonicmigrationknownasla
theGreatWar.Ienjoyed
el
thecounter-raidsothoroughlythatIcamebackinquieto
restless.Insteadofbeingthe
cálido
warmcentreoftheworld,el
theMiddleWestnowseemedlikeel
theraggededgeoftheuniverse—soIdecidí
decidedtogoEastandaprender
learnthebondbusiness.EverybodyI
conocía
knewwasinthebondnegocio
business,soIsupposeditpodría
couldsupportonemoresinglehombre
man.Allmyauntsanduncles
hablaron
talkeditoverasiftheywereeligiendo
choosingaprepschoolformí
me,andfinallysaid,“Why—ye-es,”con
withverygrave,hesitantfaces.Padre
Fatheragreedtofinancemeforun
ayear,andaftervariousdelaysIvine
cameEast,permanently,Ithought,inla
thespringoftwenty-two.Thepracticalthingwasto
encontrar
findroomsinthecity,pero
butitwasawarmestación
season,andIhadjustsalir
leftacountryofwidelawnsy
andfriendlytrees,sowhenajoven
youngmanattheofficesugirió
suggestedthatwetakeacasa
housetogetherinacommutingtown,itsonaba
soundedlikeagreatidea.He
encontró
foundthehouse,aweather-beatencartón
cardboardbungalowateightyames
month,butatthelastminuto
minutethefirmorderedhimtoWashington,y
andIwentouttothecampo
countryalone.Ihadadog—at
menos
leastIhadhimforafewdayshasta que
untilheranaway—andanviejo
oldDodgeandaFinnishmujer
woman,whomademybedy
andcookedbreakfastandmutteredFinnishsabiduría
wisdomtoherselfovertheelectricestufa
stove.Itwaslonelyfora
día
dayorsountilonemañana
morningsomeman,morerecentlyllegado
arrivedthanI,stoppedmeonel
theroad.“Howdoyou
llegas
gettoWestEggvillage?”he
preguntó
askedhelplessly.Itoldhim.
Y
AndasIwalkedonIwassolo
lonelynolonger.Iwasa
guía
guide,apathfinder,anoriginalsettler.He
había
hadcasuallyconferredonmela
thefreedomoftheneighbourhood.Y
Andsowiththesunshiney
andthegreatburstsofleavescrecen
growingonthetrees,justasthingscrecen
growinfastmovies,Ituve
hadthatfamiliarconvictionthatvida
lifewasbeginningoveragaincon
withthesummer.Therewasso
tanto
muchtoread,foronething,y
andsomuchfinehealthtobepulleddownoutofthejoven
youngbreath-givingair.Ibought
una
adozenvolumesonbankingy
andcreditandinvestmentsecurities,y
andtheystoodonmyshelfinrojo
redandgoldlikenewdinero
moneyfromthemint,promisingtounfoldtheshiningsecretsthatsólo
onlyMidasandMorganandMaecenasconocían
knew.AndIhadthehigh
intención
intentionofreadingmanyotherbooksbesides.Iwas
bastante
ratherliteraryincollege—oneyearIescribí
wroteaseriesofverysolemny
andobviouseditorialsfortheYaleNews—andahora
nowIwasgoingtotraer
bringbackallsuchthingsintomyvida
lifeandbecomeagainthatmás
mostlimitedofallspecialists,the“well-roundedman.”Esto
Thisisn’tjustanepigram—lifeismuchmás
moresuccessfullylookedatfromasingleventana
window,afterall.Itwasa
cuestión
matterofchancethatIshouldhaber
haverentedahouseinoneoflas
thestrangestcommunitiesinNorthAmerica.Itwason
esa
thatslenderriotousislandwhichextiende
extendsitselfdueeastofNewYork—anddonde
wherethereare,amongothernaturalcuriosities,dos
twounusualformationsofland.Twentymilesfromthe
ciudad
cityapairofenormouseggs,identicalincontoury
andseparatedonlybyacortesía
courtesybay,jutoutintothemás
mostdomesticatedbodyofsaltwaterintheWesternhemisferio
hemisphere,thegreatwetbarnyardofLongIslandSound.Theyarenotperfectovals—likethe
huevo
eggintheColumbusstory,theyareambos
bothcrushedflatatthecontacto
contactend—buttheirphysicalresemblancedebe
mustbeasourceofperpetualmaravilla
wondertothegullsthatvuelan
flyoverhead.Tothewingless
un
amoreinterestingphenomenonistheirdissimilarityintodos
everyparticularexceptshapeandtamaño
size.IlivedatWestEgg,the—well,the
menos
lessfashionableofthetwo,aunque
thoughthisisamostsuperficial
superficialtagtoexpresstheextraño
bizarreandnotalittlesiniestro
sinistercontrastbetweenthem.My
casa
housewasattheverypunta
tipoftheegg,onlyfiftyyardsfromla
theSound,andsqueezedbetweendos
twohugeplacesthatrentedfortwelveo
orfifteenthousandaseason.El
Theoneonmyrightwasacolosal
colossalaffairbyanystandard—itwasafactualimitación
imitationofsomeHôteldeVilleinNormandy,con
withatowerononelado
side,spankingnewunderadelgada
thinbeardofrawivy,y
andamarbleswimmingpool,y
andmorethanfortyacresoflawny
andgarden.ItwasGatsby’s
mansión
mansion.Or,rather,asIdidn’t
conocía
knowMr.Gatsby,itwasamansión
mansioninhabitedbyagentlemanofese
thatname.Myownhousewasaneyesore,
pero
butitwasasmalleyesore,y
andithadbeenoverlooked,soIhadavista
viewofthewater,aparcial
partialviewofmyneighbour’slawn,y
andtheconsolingproximityofmillionaires—allforeightydollarsames
month.AcrossthecourtesybaythewhitepalacesoffashionableEastEggglittered
a lo largo
alongthewater,andthehistoria
historyofthesummerreallycomienza
beginsontheeveningIconduje
droveovertheretohavecenar
dinnerwiththeTomBuchanans.Daisy
Daisywasmysecondcousinuna vez
onceremoved,andI’dknownTominuniversidad
college.Andjustafterthe
guerra
warIspenttwodayscon
withtheminChicago.Her
marido
husband,amongvariousphysicalaccomplishments,había
hadbeenoneofthemás
mostpowerfulendsthateverjugaron
playedfootballatNewHaven—anacional
nationalfigureinaway,oneofesos
thosemenwhoreachsuchanaguda
acutelimitedexcellenceattwenty-onethattodo
everythingafterwardsavoursofanticlimax.His
familia
familywereenormouslywealthy—eveninuniversidad
collegehisfreedomwithmoneywasamatterforreproach—butahora
nowhe’dleftChicagoandvenido
comeEastinafashionthatrathertookyouraliento
breathaway:forinstance,he’d
traído
broughtdownastringofpoloponiesfromLakeForest.Itwas
difícil
hardtorealizethatahombre
maninmyowngenerationwasrico
wealthyenoughtodothat.Por qué
WhytheycameEastIdon’tsé
know.Theyhadspenta
año
yearinFrancefornoparticular
particularreason,andthendriftedherey
andthereunrestfullywhereverpeoplejugaba
playedpoloandwererichjuntos
together.Thiswasapermanent
movimiento
move,saidDaisyovertheteléfono
telephone,butIdidn’tbelieveit—Itenía
hadnosightintoDaisy’scorazón
heart,butIfeltthatTomwouldderiva
driftonforeverseeking,apoco
littlewistfully,forthedramaticturbulencia
turbulenceofsomeirrecoverablefootballjuego
game.Andsoithappenedthaton
una
awarmwindyeveningIconduje
droveovertoEastEggtover
seetwooldfriendswhomIscarcelyconocía
knewatall.Theirhousewaseven
más
moreelaboratethanIexpected,una
acheerfulred-and-whiteGeorgianColonialmansión
mansion,overlookingthebay.Thelawn
comenzaba
startedatthebeachandcorría
rantowardsthefrontdoorforun
aquarterofamile,saltando
jumpingoversundialsandbrickwalksy
andburninggardens—finallywhenitllegó
reachedthehousedriftingupthelado
sideinbrightvinesasthoughfromtheimpulso
momentumofitsrun.Thefrontwas
roto
brokenbyalineofFrenchwindows,glowingahora
nowwithreflectedgoldandwideopentothewarmventosa
windyafternoon,andTomBuchananinmontar
ridingclotheswasstandingwithhislegsapartonthefrontporche
porch.HehadchangedsincehisNewHavenyears.
Ahora
Nowhewasasturdystraw-hairedhombre
manofthirty,withabastante
ratherhardmouthandasuperciliousmanera
manner.Twoshiningarroganteyes
habían
hadestablisheddominanceoverhisrostro
faceandgavehimtheapariencia
appearanceofalwaysleaningaggressivelyadelante
forward.Noteventheeffeminateswankofhis
montar
ridingclothescouldhidetheenorme
enormouspowerofthatbody—heseemedtollenar
fillthoseglisteningbootsuntilhestrainedthesuperior
toplacing,andyoucouldver
seeagreatpackofmuscleshiftingcuando
whenhisshouldermovedunderhisdelgado
thincoat.Itwasa
cuerpo
bodycapableofenormousleverage—acruel
cruelbody.Hisspeakingvoice,
un
agruffhuskytenor,addedtola
theimpressionoffractiousnesshetransmitió
conveyed.Therewasatouchofpaternal
desprecio
contemptinit,eventowardgente
peopleheliked—andthereweremenatNewHavenwhohadodiado
hatedhisguts.“Now,don’tthinkmy
opinión
opiniononthesemattersisfinal,”heparecía
seemedtosay,“justbecauseI’mfuerte
strongerandmoreofahombre
manthanyouare.”Wewerein
la
thesameseniorsociety,andwhilewewerenunca
neverintimateIalwayshadla
theimpressionthatheapprovedofmey
andwantedmetolikehimcon
withsomeharsh,defiantwistfulnessofhistuve
own.Wetalkedforafewminuteson
el
thesunnyporch.“I’vegot
un
aniceplacehere,”hedijo
said,hiseyesflashingaboutrestlessly.Turningmearoundbyone
brazo
arm,hemovedabroadplana
flathandalongthefrontvista,incluyendo
includinginitssweepasunkenItalianjardín
garden,ahalfacreofdeep,pungentrosas
roses,andasnub-nosedmotorboatthatbumpedla
thetideoffshore.“ItbelongedtoDemaine,
el
theoilman.”Heturnedmearound
de nuevo
again,politelyandabruptly.“We’ll
vamos
goinside.”Wewalkedthrough
un
ahighhallwayintoabrillante
brightrosy-colouredspace,fragilelyboundintola
thehousebyFrenchwindowsateitherend.Thewindowswereajar
y
andgleamingwhiteagainstthefreshhierba
grassoutsidethatseemedtocrecer
growalittlewayintothecasa
house.Abreezeblewthroughthe
habitación
room,blewcurtainsinatoneextremo
endandouttheotherlikepaleflags,twistingthemuphacia
towardthefrostedwedding-cakeofthetecho
ceiling,andthenrippledoverthewine-colouredalfombra
rug,makingashadowonitasviento
winddoesonthesea.Theonly
completamente
completelystationaryobjectinthehabitación
roomwasanenormouscouchonwhichdos
twoyoungwomenwerebuoyedupasthoughuponun
ananchoredballoon.Theywere
ambos
bothinwhite,andtheirdresseswereripplingy
andflutteringasiftheyhadjustbeenvuelo
blownbackinafteracorto
shortflightaroundthehouse.I
debo
musthavestoodforafewmomentsescuchando
listeningtothewhipandchasquido
snapofthecurtainsandthegemido
groanofapictureonthepared
wall.ThentherewasaboomasTomBuchanan
cerró
shuttherearwindowsandtheatrapado
caughtwinddiedoutaboutthehabitación
room,andthecurtainsandtherugsy
andthetwoyoungwomenballoonedlentamente
slowlytothefloor.The
joven
youngerofthetwowasun
astrangertome.Shewasextendedfull
longitud
lengthatherendofel
thedivan,completelymotionless,andcon
withherchinraisedapoco
little,asifshewereequilibrando
balancingsomethingonitwhichwasquiteprobable
likelytofall.Ifshe
veía
sawmeoutoftherincón
cornerofhereyesshedaba
gavenohintofit—indeed,Iwascasi
almostsurprisedintomurmuringanapologyforhavingmolestado
disturbedherbycomingin.La
Theothergirl,Daisy,madeanintento
attempttorise—sheleanedslightlyadelante
forwardwithaconscientiousexpression—thenshelaughed,anabsurd,charminglittlerisa
laugh,andIlaughedtooy
andcameforwardintothehabitación
room.“I’mp-paralysedwithhappiness.”
Shelaughed
de nuevo
again,asifshesaidalgo
somethingverywitty,andheldmymano
handforamoment,lookingupintomycara
face,promisingthattherewasno
nooneintheworldshesotanto
muchwantedtosee.Thatwas
una
awayshehad.She
insinuó
hintedinamurmurthattheapellido
surnameofthebalancinggirlwasBaker
Baker.(I’vehearditsaidthatDaisy’smurmurwas
sólo
onlytomakepeopleleanhacia
towardher;anirrelevantcriticismthat
hizo
madeitnolesscharming.)At
cualquier
anyrate,MissBaker’slipsfluttered,shenoddedatmecasi
almostimperceptibly,andthenquicklytippedhercabeza
headbackagain—theobjectshewasequilibrando
balancinghadobviouslytotteredapoco
littleandgivenhersomethingofun
afright.Againasortofapology
surgió
arosetomylips.Almost
cualquier
anyexhibitionofcompleteself-sufficiencydrawsun
astunnedtributefromme.I
miré
lookedbackatmycousin,whocomenzó
begantoaskmequestionsinherbaja
low,thrillingvoice.Itwas
el
thekindofvoicethatel
theearfollowsupandabajo
down,asifeachspeechisun
anarrangementofnotesthatwillnunca
neverbeplayedagain.Her
rostro
facewassadandlovelycon
withbrightthingsinit,brillante
brighteyesandabrightpassionateboca
mouth,buttherewasanemoción
excitementinhervoicethatmenwhohadcaredforherencontraron
founddifficulttoforget:a
cantar
singingcompulsion,awhispered“Listen,”apromesa
promisethatshehaddonegay,excitingthingsjustawhilesincey
andthatthereweregay,excitingthingsflotando
hoveringinthenexthour.I
conté
toldherhowIhaddetenido
stoppedoffinChicagoforadía
dayonmywayEast,y
andhowadozenpeoplehadenviado
senttheirlovethroughme.“Dothey
extrañan
missme?”shecriedecstatically.
“Thewhole
ciudad
townisdesolate.Allthecarshavetheleftrear
rueda
wheelpaintedblackasalamento
mourningwreath,andthere’sapersistente
persistentwailallnightalongthenorte
northshore.”“Howgorgeous!
Let’s
vamos
goback,Tom.Tomorrow!”
Thenshe
añadió
addedirrelevantly:“Yououghtto
ver
seethebaby.”“I’dliketo.”
“She’sasleep.
She’s
tres
threeyearsold.Haven’tyouever
visto
seenher?”“Never.”
“Well,yououghttoseeher.
She’s—”.
TomBuchanan,who
había
hadbeenhoveringrestlesslyaboutla
theroom,stoppedandrestedhismano
handonmyshoulder.“Whatyou
haciendo
doing,Nick?”“I’mabondman.”
“Whowith?”
I
dije
toldhim.“Neverheardofthem,”he
comentó
remarkeddecisively.Thisannoyedme.
“Youwill,”I
respondí
answeredshortly.“Youwillifyou
quedas
stayintheEast.”“Oh,I’ll
quedaré
stayintheEast,don’tyouworry,”hedijo
said,glancingatDaisyandthenbackatme,assi
ifhewerealertforalgo
somethingmore.“I’dbeaGod
maldito
damnedfooltoliveanywhereelse.”At
este
thispointMissBakersaid:“Absolutely!”
withsuchsuddennessthatIstarted—itwas
la
thefirstwordshehaduttereddesde
sinceIcameintothehabitación
room.Evidentlyitsurprisedheras
tanto
muchasitdidme,forsheyawnedy
andwithaseriesofrápidos
rapid,deftmovementsstoodupintola
theroom.“I’mstiff,”she
quejó
complained,“I’vebeenlyingonese
thatsofaforaslongasIpuedo
canremember.”“Don’tlookatme,”
Daisy
Daisyretorted,“I’vebeentryingtogetyoutoNewYorktoda
allafternoon.”“No,thanks,”said
Srta
MissBakertothefourcocktailsjustinfromthedespensa
pantry.“I’mabsolutelyintraining.”
Her
anfitrión
hostlookedatherincredulously.“Youare!”
He
tomó
tookdownhisdrinkassi
ifitwereadropinel
thebottomofaglass.“Howyoueverget
algo
anythingdoneisbeyondme.”I
miré
lookedatMissBaker,wonderingwhatitwasshe“gotdone.”Ienjoyedlookingather.
Shewasaslender,small-breasted
niña
girl,withanerectcarriage,whichsheaccentuatedbyarrojando
throwingherbodybackwardatlos
theshoulderslikeayoungcadete
cadet.Hergreysun-strainedeyes
miraron
lookedbackatmewithpolitereciprocalcuriosidad
curiosityoutofawan,encantador
charming,discontentedface.Itoccurredtome
ahora
nowthatIhadseenella
her,orapictureofella
her,somewherebefore.“YouliveinWestEgg,”she
comentó
remarkedcontemptuously.“Iknowsomebodythere.”
“Idon’t
conozco
knowasingle—”.“Youmust
conocer
knowGatsby.”“Gatsby?”
demandedDaisy.
“WhatGatsby?”
BeforeI
pudiera
couldreplythathewasmyvecino
neighbourdinnerwasannounced;wedginghis
tenso
tensearmimperativelyundermine,TomBuchanancompelledmefromthehabitación
roomasthoughheweremoviendo
movingacheckertoanotherplaza
square.Slenderly,languidly,theirhandsset
ligeramente
lightlyontheirhips,thedos
twoyoungwomenprecededusoutontoun
arosy-colouredporch,opentowardthepuesta
sunset,wherefourcandlesflickeredonthemesa
tableinthediminishedwind.“Whycandles?”
opuso
objectedDaisy,frowning.Shesnappedthemout
con
withherfingers.“Intwoweeksit’llbe
el
thelongestdayintheyear.”She
miró
lookedatusallradiantly.“Doyou
siempre
alwayswatchforthelongestdía
dayoftheyearandthenpierdes
missit?Ialwayswatchfor
el
thelongestdayintheaño
yearandthenmissit.”“Weoughtto
planear
plansomething,”yawnedMissBaker,sentándose
sittingdownatthetableassi
ifsheweregettingintocama
bed.“Allright,”saidDaisy.
“What’llweplan?”
Sheturnedtomehelplessly:
“Whatdo
gente
peopleplan?”BeforeIcould
responder
answerhereyesfastenedwithuna
anawedexpressiononherlittlededo
finger.“Look!”
shecomplained;
“I
lastimé
hurtit.”Wealllooked—the
nudillo
knucklewasblackandblue.“You
hiciste
didit,Tom,”shesaidaccusingly.“I
sé
knowyoudidn’tmeanto,pero
butyoudiddoit.That’swhatI
obtengo
getformarryingabruteofun
aman,agreat,big,hulkingfísico
physicalspecimenofa—”.“Ihate
esa
thatword‘hulking,’ ”objectedTomcrossly,“eveninkidding.”“Hulking,”
insistió
insistedDaisy.Sometimessheand
Señorita
MissBakertalkedatonce,unobtrusivelyy
andwithabanteringinconsequencethatwasnunca
neverquitechatter,thatwasasfresco
coolastheirwhitedressesy
andtheirimpersonaleyesinla
theabsenceofalldesire.Theywere
aquí
here,andtheyacceptedTomy
andme,makingonlyaeducado
politepleasantefforttoentertaino
ortobeentertained.They
sabían
knewthatpresentlydinnerwouldbeovery
andalittlelatertheeveningtambién
toowouldbeoverandcasualmente
casuallyputaway.Itwassharply
diferente
differentfromtheWest,whereaneveningwasapresuraba
hurriedfromphasetophasehacia
towardsitsclose,inacontinuamente
continuallydisappointedanticipationorelseinpuro
sheernervousdreadofthemomentitself.“You
haces
makemefeeluncivilized,Daisy,”Iconfesé
confessedonmysecondglassofcorkypero
butratherimpressiveclaret.“Can’tyou
hablar
talkaboutcropsorsomething?”I
decir
meantnothinginparticularbyeste
thisremark,butitwastomado
takenupinanunexpectedmanera
way.“Civilization’sgoingtopieces,”brokeoutTom
violentamente
violently.“I’vegottentobe
un
aterriblepessimistaboutthings.Has
HaveyoureadTheRiseoftheColouredEmpiresbyeste
thismanGoddard?”“Why,no,”I
respondí
answered,rathersurprisedbyhistono
tone.“Well,it’safine
libro
book,andeverybodyoughttoreadit.La
Theideaisifwedon’tlookoutla
thewhiteracewillbe—willbeutterlysubmerged.It’s
todo
allscientificstuff;it’sbeenproved.”