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The Great Gatsby | Progressive Translation Books for Spanish B2 Learners

The Great Gatsby | Progressive Translation Books for Spanish B2 Learners

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I
Inmyyoungerandmore
vulnerables
vulnerableyearsmyfathergavemesomeadvicethatI’vebeenturningoverinmymindeversince.
“Wheneveryoufeellike
criticar
criticizinganyone,”hetoldme,“justrememberthatallthepeopleinthisworldhaven’thadtheadvantagesthatyou’vehad.”
Hedidn’tsayanymore,butwe’vealwaysbeen
inusualmente
unusuallycommunicativeinareservedway,andIunderstoodthathemeantagreatdealmorethanthat.
In
consecuencia
consequence,I’minclinedtoreservealljudgements,a
hábito
habitthathasopenedupmanycuriousnaturestomeandalsomademethevictimofnotafewveteranbores.
The
anormal
abnormalmindisquickto
detectar
detectandattachitselftothisqualitywhenitappearsinanormalperson,andsoitcameaboutthatincollegeIwasunjustly
acusado
accusedofbeingapolitician,becauseIwasprivytothesecretgriefsofwild,unknownmen.
Mostoftheconfidenceswereunsought—frequentlyIhavefeignedsleep,preoccupation,ora
hostil
hostilelevitywhenIrealizedbysomeunmistakablesignthatanintimate
revelación
revelationwasquiveringonthe
horizonte
horizon;
fortheintimaterevelationsofyoungmen,oratleastthetermsinwhichtheyexpressthem,areusuallyplagiaristicandmarredbyobvioussuppressions.
Reservar
Reservingjudgementsisamatterofinfinitehope.
IamstillalittleafraidofmissingsomethingifIforgetthat,asmyfathersnobbishlysuggested,andIsnobbishlyrepeat,asenseofthefundamentaldecenciesisparcelledoutunequallyatbirth.
And,after
presumir
boastingthiswayofmy
tolerancia
tolerance,Icometothe
admisión
admissionthatithasa
límite
limit.
Conductmaybefoundedonthehardrockorthewetmarshes,butafteracertainpointIdon’tcarewhatit’sfoundedon.
WhenIcamebackfromtheEastlastautumnIfeltthatIwantedtheworldtobeinuniformandatasortof
moral
moralattentionforever;
Iwantednomoreriotousexcursionswithprivileged
vislumbres
glimpsesintothehumanheart.
OnlyGatsby,themanwhogiveshisnametothisbook,wasexemptfrommyreaction—Gatsby,who
representaba
representedeverythingforwhichIhaveanunaffected
desprecio
scorn.
Ifpersonalityisanunbrokenseriesofsuccessfulgestures,thentherewassomethinggorgeousabouthim,someheightened
sensibilidad
sensitivitytothepromisesoflife,asifhewererelatedtooneofthoseintricatemachinesthat
registran
registerearthquakestenthousandmilesaway.
Thisresponsivenesshadnothingtodowiththatflabbyimpressionabilitywhichisdignifiedunderthenameofthe“creativetemperament”—itwasanextraordinarygiftforhope,aromanticreadinesssuchasIhaveneverfoundinanyotherpersonandwhichitisnotlikelyIshalleverfindagain.
No—Gatsbyturnedoutallrightattheend;
itiswhatpreyedonGatsby,what
sucio
fouldustfloatedinthewakeofhisdreamsthat
temporalmente
temporarilyclosedoutmyinterestintheabortivesorrowsandshort-windedelationsofmen.
Myfamilyhavebeen
prominente
prominent,well-to-dopeopleinthisMiddle
Oeste
Westerncityforthreegenerations.
TheCarrawaysaresomethingofa
clan
clan,andwehavea
tradición
traditionthatwe’redescendedfromtheDukesofBuccleuch,buttheactual
fundador
founderofmylinewasmygrandfather’sbrother,whocamehereinfifty-one,senta
sustituto
substitutetotheCivilWar,andstartedthewholesale
hardware
hardwarebusinessthatmyfathercarriesontoday.
Ineversawthisgreat-uncle,butI’msupposedtolooklikehim—withspecial
referencia
referencetotheratherhard-boiledpaintingthathangsinfather’soffice.
I
gradué
graduatedfromNewHavenin1915,justaquarterofacenturyaftermyfather,andalittlelaterI
participé
participatedinthatdelayedTeutonic
migración
migrationknownastheGreatWar.
Ienjoyedthecounter-raidsothoroughlythatIcameback
inquieto
restless.
Insteadofbeingthewarm
centro
centreoftheworld,theMiddleWestnowseemedliketheraggededgeoftheuniverse—soIdecidedtogoEastandlearnthebondbusiness.
EverybodyIknewwasinthebondbusiness,soIsupposeditcouldsupportonemoresingleman.
Allmyauntsandunclestalkeditoverasiftheywerechoosingaprepschoolforme,andfinallysaid,“Why—ye-es,”withverygrave,hesitantfaces.
Fatheragreedtofinancemeforayear,andafter
varios
variousdelaysIcameEast,
permanentemente
permanently,Ithought,inthespringoftwenty-two.
Thepracticalthingwastofindroomsinthecity,butitwasawarmseason,andIhadjustleftacountryofwidelawnsandfriendlytrees,sowhenayoungmanattheofficesuggestedthatwetakeahousetogetherinacommutingtown,itsoundedlikeagreatidea.
Hefoundthehouse,aweather-beaten
cartón
cardboardbungalowateightyamonth,butatthelastminutethefirmorderedhimtoWashington,andIwentouttothecountryalone.
Ihadadog—atleastIhadhimforafewdaysuntilheranaway—andanold
Dodge
DodgeandaFinnishwoman,whomademybedandcookedbreakfastandmutteredFinnish
sabiduría
wisdomtoherselfovertheelectric
estufa
stove.
Itwaslonelyforadayorsountilonemorningsomeman,morerecentlyarrivedthanI,stoppedmeontheroad.
“HowdoyougettoWestEggvillage?”
heaskedhelplessly.
Itoldhim.
AndasIwalkedonIwaslonelynolonger.
Iwasaguide,apathfinder,anoriginalsettler.
Hehad
casualmente
casuallyconferredonmethefreedomoftheneighbourhood.
Andsowiththe
sol
sunshineandthegreatburstsofleavesgrowingonthetrees,justasthingsgrowinfastmovies,Ihadthatfamiliar
convicción
convictionthatlifewasbeginningoveragainwiththesummer.
Therewassomuchtoread,foronething,andsomuchfinehealthtobepulleddownoutoftheyoungbreath-givingair.
Iboughta
docena
dozenvolumesonbankingandcreditand
inversión
investmentsecurities,andtheystoodonmyshelfinredandgoldlikenewmoneyfromthemint,promisingtounfoldtheshiningsecretsthatonlyMidasandMorganandMaecenasknew.
AndIhadthehigh
intención
intentionofreadingmanyotherbooksbesides.
Iwasrather
literario
literaryincollege—oneyearIwroteaseriesofverysolemnandobviouseditorialsfortheYaleNews—andnowIwasgoingtobringbackallsuchthingsintomylifeandbecomeagainthatmost
limitado
limitedofallspecialists,the“well-roundedman.”
Thisisn’tjustanepigram—lifeismuchmoresuccessfullylookedatfromasinglewindow,afterall.
ItwasamatterofchancethatIshouldhaverentedahouseinoneofthestrangestcommunitiesinNorthAmerica.
Itwasonthatslenderriotousislandwhich
extiende
extendsitselfdueeastofNewYork—andwherethereare,amongothernaturalcuriosities,twounusualformationsofland.
Twentymilesfromthecityapairofenormouseggs,identicalincontourandseparatedonlybya
cortesía
courtesybay,jutoutintothemostdomesticatedbodyofsaltwaterintheWestern
hemisferio
hemisphere,thegreatwetbarnyardofLongIslandSound.
Theyarenotperfectovals—liketheeggintheColumbusstory,theyarebothcrushedflatatthecontactend—buttheirphysical
parecido
resemblancemustbeasourceofperpetualwondertothegullsthatflyoverhead.
Tothewinglessamoreinteresting
fenómeno
phenomenonistheirdissimilarityineveryparticularexceptshapeandsize.
IlivedatWestEgg,the—well,thelessfashionableofthetwo,thoughthisisamost
superficial
superficialtagtoexpressthe
extraño
bizarreandnotalittle
siniestro
sinistercontrastbetweenthem.
Myhousewasattheverytipoftheegg,onlyfiftyyardsfromtheSound,and
apretado
squeezedbetweentwohugeplacesthatrentedfortwelveorfifteenthousandaseason.
Theoneonmyrightwasa
colosal
colossalaffairbyanystandard—itwasafactual
imitación
imitationofsomeHôteldeVilleinNormandy,withatowerononeside,spankingnewunderathin
barba
beardofrawivy,anda
mármol
marbleswimmingpool,andmorethanfortyacresoflawnandgarden.
ItwasGatsby’s
mansión
mansion.
Or,rather,asIdidn’tknowMr.Gatsby,itwasa
mansión
mansioninhabitedbyagentlemanofthatname.
Myownhousewasaneyesore,butitwasasmalleyesore,andithadbeenoverlooked,soIhadaviewofthewater,a
parcial
partialviewofmyneighbour’slawn,andtheconsoling
proximidad
proximityofmillionaires—allforeightydollarsamonth.
Acrossthe
cortesía
courtesybaythewhitepalacesoffashionableEastEggglitteredalongthewater,andthehistoryofthesummerreallybeginsontheeveningIdroveovertheretohavedinnerwiththeTomBuchanans.
Daisy
Daisywasmysecondcousinonceremoved,andI’dknownTomincollege.
AndjustafterthewarIspenttwodayswiththeminChicago.
Herhusband,among
varios
variousphysicalaccomplishments,hadbeenoneofthemostpowerfulendsthateverplayedfootballatNewHaven—anationalfigureinaway,oneofthosemenwhoreachsuchan
aguda
acutelimitedexcellenceattwenty-onethateverythingafterwardsavoursofanticlimax.
Hisfamilywereenormouslywealthy—evenincollegehisfreedomwithmoneywasamatterforreproach—butnowhe’dleftChicagoandcomeEastinafashionthatrathertookyourbreathaway:
for
ejemplo
instance,he’dbroughtdowna
cadena
stringofpoloponiesfromLakeForest.
Itwashardtorealizethatamaninmyowngenerationwas
rico
wealthyenoughtodothat.
WhytheycameEastIdon’tknow.
TheyhadspentayearinFrancefornoparticularreason,andthendriftedhereandthereunrestfullywhereverpeopleplayedpoloandwererichtogether.
Thiswasa
permanente
permanentmove,saidDaisyoverthetelephone,butIdidn’tbelieveit—IhadnosightintoDaisy’sheart,butIfeltthatTomwould
deriva
driftonforeverseeking,alittlewistfully,forthedramatic
turbulencia
turbulenceofsomeirrecoverablefootballgame.
Andsoithappenedthatonawarm
ventosa
windyeveningIdroveovertoEastEggtoseetwooldfriendswhomIscarcelyknewatall.
TheirhousewasevenmoreelaboratethanIexpected,acheerfulred-and-whiteGeorgian
Colonial
Colonialmansion,overlookingthebay.
Thelawnstartedatthebeachandrantowardsthefrontdoorforaquarterofamile,jumpingoversundialsand
ladrillo
brickwalksandburninggardens—finallywhenitreachedthehousedriftingupthesideinbrightvinesasthoughfromthe
impulso
momentumofitsrun.
ThefrontwasbrokenbyalineofFrenchwindows,glowingnowwith
reflejado
reflectedgoldandwideopentothewarm
ventosa
windyafternoon,andTomBuchananinridingclotheswasstandingwithhislegsapartonthefront
porche
porch.
HehadchangedsincehisNewHavenyears.
Nowhewasa
robusto
sturdystraw-hairedmanofthirty,witharatherhardmouthandasupercilious
manera
manner.
Twoshiningarroganteyeshad
establecido
establisheddominanceoverhisfaceandgavehimthe
apariencia
appearanceofalwaysleaningaggressivelyforward.
Noteventheeffeminateswankofhisridingclothescouldhidethe
enorme
enormouspowerofthatbody—heseemedtofillthoseglisteningbootsuntilhestrainedthetoplacing,andyoucouldseeagreatpackofmuscleshiftingwhenhisshouldermovedunderhisthincoat.
Itwasabodycapableof
enorme
enormousleverage—acruelbody.
Hisspeakingvoice,agruffhuskytenor,addedtothe
impresión
impressionoffractiousnessheconveyed.
Therewasatouchofpaternal
desprecio
contemptinit,eventowardpeopleheliked—andthereweremenatNewHavenwhohadhatedhisguts.
“Now,don’tthinkmyopiniononthesemattersisfinal,”heseemedtosay,“justbecauseI’mstrongerandmoreofamanthanyouare.”
Wewereinthesameseniorsociety,andwhilewewereneverintimateIalwayshadthe
impresión
impressionthatheapprovedofmeandwantedmetolikehimwithsomeharsh,defiantwistfulnessofhisown.
Wetalkedforafewminutesonthe
soleado
sunnyporch.
“I’vegotaniceplacehere,”hesaid,hiseyesflashingaboutrestlessly.
Turningmearoundbyonearm,hemoveda
ancha
broadflathandalongthefrontvista,includinginits
barrido
sweepasunkenItaliangarden,ahalf
acre
acreofdeep,pungentroses,andasnub-nosedmotorboatthatbumpedthe
marea
tideoffshore.
“ItbelongedtoDemaine,theoilman.”
Heturnedmearoundagain,
educadamente
politelyandabruptly.
“We’llgoinside.”
Wewalkedthroughahigh
pasillo
hallwayintoabrightrosy-colouredspace,fragilelyboundintothehousebyFrenchwindowsateitherend.
Thewindowswereajarandgleamingwhiteagainstthefreshgrassoutsidethatseemedtogrowalittlewayintothehouse.
A
brisa
breezeblewthroughtheroom,blewcurtainsinatoneendandouttheotherlikepaleflags,twistingthemup
hacia
towardthefrostedwedding-cakeofthe
techo
ceiling,andthenrippledoverthewine-coloured
alfombra
rug,makingashadowonitaswinddoesonthesea.
Theonlycompletelystationaryobjectintheroomwasan
enorme
enormouscouchonwhichtwoyoungwomenwerebuoyedupasthoughuponan
anclado
anchoredballoon.
Theywerebothinwhite,andtheirdresseswereripplingandflutteringasiftheyhadjustbeenblownbackinafterashortflightaroundthehouse.
Imusthavestoodforafewmomentslisteningtothe
azote
whipandsnapofthecurtainsandthe
gemido
groanofapictureonthewall.
ThentherewasaboomasTomBuchananshuttherearwindowsandthecaughtwinddiedoutabouttheroom,andthecurtainsandtherugsandthetwoyoungwomenballoonedslowlytothefloor.
Theyoungerofthetwowasastrangertome.
Shewasextendedfull
longitud
lengthatherendofthedivan,completelymotionless,andwithher
mentón
chinraisedalittle,asifshewerebalancingsomethingonitwhichwasquitelikelytofall.
Ifshesawmeoutofthecornerofhereyesshegavenohintofit—indeed,Iwasalmostsurprisedintomurmuringanapologyforhaving
molestado
disturbedherbycomingin.
Theothergirl,
Daisy
Daisy,madeanattempttorise—sheleaned
ligeramente
slightlyforwardwithaconscientiousexpression—thenshelaughed,anabsurd,charminglittlelaugh,andIlaughedtooandcameforwardintotheroom.
“I’mp-paralysedwithhappiness.”
Shelaughedagain,asifshesaidsomethingverywitty,andheldmyhandforamoment,lookingupintomyface,promisingthattherewasnooneintheworldshesomuchwantedtosee.
Thatwasawayshehad.
She
insinuó
hintedinamurmurthatthe
apellido
surnameofthebalancinggirlwas
Baker
Baker.
(I’vehearditsaidthatDaisy’smurmurwasonlytomakepeoplelean
hacia
towardher;
anirrelevantcriticismthatmadeitnolesscharming.)
Atanyrate,MissBaker’slipsfluttered,shenoddedatmealmostimperceptibly,andthenquicklytippedherheadbackagain—theobjectshewasbalancinghadobviouslytotteredalittleandgivenhersomethingofa
susto
fright.
Againasortofapology
surgió
arosetomylips.
Almostany
exhibición
exhibitionofcompleteself-sufficiencydrawsa
aturdido
stunnedtributefromme.
Ilookedbackatmycousin,whobegantoaskmequestionsinherlow,thrillingvoice.
Itwasthekindofvoicethattheearfollowsupanddown,asifeachspeechisan
arreglo
arrangementofnotesthatwillneverbeplayedagain.
Herfacewassadandlovelywithbrightthingsinit,brighteyesandabrightpassionatemouth,buttherewasan
emoción
excitementinhervoicethatmenwhohadcaredforherfounddifficulttoforget:
asingingcompulsion,a
susurro
whispered“Listen,”apromisethatshehaddonegay,excitingthingsjustawhilesinceandthatthereweregay,excitingthings
flotando
hoveringinthenexthour.
ItoldherhowIhadstoppedoffinChicagoforadayonmywayEast,andhowa
docena
dozenpeoplehadsenttheirlovethroughme.
“Dotheymissme?”
shecriedecstatically.
“Thewholetownisdesolate.
Allthecarshavetheleftrearwheelpaintedblackasa
lamento
mourningwreath,andthere’sa
persistente
persistentwailallnightalongthenorthshore.”
“Howgorgeous!
Let’sgoback,Tom.
Tomorrow!”
Thensheaddedirrelevantly:
“Yououghttoseethebaby.”
“I’dliketo.”
“She’sasleep.
She’sthreeyearsold.
Haven’tyoueverseenher?”
“Never.”
“Well,yououghttoseeher.
She’s—”.
TomBuchanan,whohadbeen
flotando
hoveringrestlesslyabouttheroom,stoppedandrestedhishandonmyshoulder.
“Whatyoudoing,Nick?”
“I’mabondman.”
“Whowith?”
Itoldhim.
“Neverheardofthem,”he
comentó
remarkeddecisively.
Thisannoyedme.
“Youwill,”Ianswered
breve
shortly.
“YouwillifyoustayintheEast.”
“Oh,I’llstayintheEast,don’tyouworry,”hesaid,glancingat
Daisy
Daisyandthenbackatme,asifhewere
alerta
alertforsomethingmore.
“I’dbeaGoddamnedfooltoliveanywhereelse.”
AtthispointMiss
Baker
Bakersaid:
“Absolutely!”
withsuchsuddennessthatIstarted—itwasthefirstwordshehadutteredsinceIcameintotheroom.
Evidentemente
Evidentlyitsurprisedherasmuchasitdidme,forsheyawnedandwithaseriesof
rápidos
rapid,deftmovementsstoodupintotheroom.
“I’mstiff,”she
quejó
complained,“I’vebeenlyingonthat
sofá
sofaforaslongasIcanremember.”
“Don’tlookatme,”
Daisy
Daisyretorted,“I’vebeentryingtogetyoutoNewYorkallafternoon.”
“No,thanks,”saidMiss
Baker
Bakertothefourcocktailsjustinfromthe
despensa
pantry.
“I’mabsolutelyintraining.”
Her
anfitrión
hostlookedatherincredulously.
“Youare!”
Hetookdownhisdrinkasifitwereadropinthebottomofaglass.
“Howyouevergetanythingdoneisbeyondme.”
IlookedatMiss
Baker
Baker,wonderingwhatitwasshe“gotdone.”
Ienjoyedlookingather.
Shewasaslender,small-breastedgirl,withan
erguido
erectcarriage,whichsheaccentuatedbythrowingherbodybackwardattheshoulderslikeayoung
cadete
cadet.
Hergreysun-strainedeyeslookedbackatmewithpolitereciprocal
curiosidad
curiosityoutofawan,charming,discontentedface.
It
ocurrió
occurredtomenowthatIhadseenher,orapictureofher,somewherebefore.
“YouliveinWestEgg,”she
comentó
remarkedcontemptuously.
“Iknowsomebodythere.”
“Idon’tknowasingle—”.
“YoumustknowGatsby.”
“Gatsby?”
exigió
demandedDaisy.
“WhatGatsby?”
BeforeIcould
responder
replythathewasmy
vecino
neighbourdinnerwasannounced;
wedginghis
tenso
tensearmimperativelyundermine,TomBuchanancompelledmefromtheroomasthoughheweremovingacheckertoanothersquare.
Slenderly,languidly,theirhandsset
ligeramente
lightlyontheirhips,thetwoyoungwomenprecededusoutontoarosy-coloured
porche
porch,opentowardthesunset,wherefourcandlesflickeredonthetableinthediminishedwind.
“Whycandles?”
objected
Daisy
Daisy,frowning.
Shesnappedthemoutwithherfingers.
“Intwoweeksit’llbethelongestdayintheyear.”
Shelookedatusallradiantly.
“Doyoualwayswatchforthelongestdayoftheyearandthenmissit?
Ialwayswatchforthelongestdayintheyearandthenmissit.”
“Weoughttoplansomething,”yawnedMiss
Baker
Baker,sittingdownatthetableasifsheweregettingintobed.
“Allright,”said
Daisy
Daisy.
“What’llweplan?”
Sheturnedtomehelplessly:
“Whatdopeopleplan?”
BeforeIcouldanswerhereyesfastenedwithanawed
expresión
expressiononherlittlefinger.
“Look!”
she
quejó
complained;
“Ihurtit.”
Wealllooked—the
nudillo
knucklewasblackandblue.
“Youdidit,Tom,”shesaidaccusingly.
“Iknowyoudidn’tmeanto,butyoudiddoit.
That’swhatIgetformarryinga
bruto
bruteofaman,agreat,big,hulkingphysical
espécimen
specimenofa—”.
“Ihatethatword‘hulking,’ ”objectedTomcrossly,“eveninkidding.”
“Hulking,”
insistió
insistedDaisy.
SometimessheandMiss
Baker
Bakertalkedatonce,unobtrusivelyandwithabanteringinconsequencethatwasneverquitechatter,thatwasascoolastheirwhitedressesandtheirimpersonaleyesinthe
ausencia
absenceofalldesire.
Theywerehere,andtheyacceptedTomandme,makingonlya
educado
politepleasantefforttoentertainortobe
entretener
entertained.
Theyknewthatpresentlydinnerwouldbeoverandalittlelatertheeveningtoowouldbeoverand
casualmente
casuallyputaway.
ItwassharplydifferentfromtheWest,whereaneveningwashurriedfrom
fase
phasetophasetowardsitsclose,ina
continuamente
continuallydisappointedanticipationorelsein
puro
sheernervousdreadofthemomentitself.
“Youmakemefeeluncivilized,Daisy,”I
confesé
confessedonmysecondglassofcorkybutratherimpressiveclaret.
“Can’tyoutalkaboutcropsorsomething?”
Imeantnothinginparticularbythis
comentario
remark,butitwastakenupinanunexpectedway.
“Civilization’sgoingtopieces,”brokeoutTom
violentamente
violently.
“I’vegottentobeaterriblepessimistaboutthings.
HaveyoureadTheRiseoftheColouredEmpiresbythismanGoddard?”
“Why,no,”Ianswered,rathersurprisedbyhistone.
“Well,it’safinebook,andeverybodyoughttoreadit.
Theideaisifwedon’tlookoutthewhiteracewillbe—willbeutterlysubmerged.
It’sall
científico
scientificstuff;
it’sbeenproved.”