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The Great Gatsby | Progressive Translation Books for Swedish A1 Learners

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I
Inmyyounger
och
andmorevulnerableyearsmy
far
fathergavemesomeadvice
som
thatI’vebeenturningoverinmy
sinne
mindeversince.
“Wheneveryou
känner
feellikecriticizinganyone,”he
sa
toldme,“justrememberthatallthe
människor
peopleinthisworldhaven’thadtheadvantagesthatyou’vehad.”
Hedidn’t
sa
sayanymore,butwe’ve
alltid
alwaysbeenunusuallycommunicativein
ett
areservedway,andI
förstod
understoodthathemeantagreatdeal
mer
morethanthat.
Inconsequence,I’minclinedtoreserve
alla
alljudgements,ahabitthat
har
hasopenedupmanycuriousnaturestome
och
andalsomademethevictimofnot
en
afewveteranbores.
Theabnormalmindisquicktodetect
och
andattachitselftothisquality
när
whenitappearsinanormal
person
person,andsoitcameaboutthatincollegeIwasunjustlyaccusedofbeing
en
apolitician,becauseIwasprivytothesecretgriefsofwild,unknownmen.
De flesta
Mostoftheconfidenceswereunsought—frequentlyI
har
havefeignedsleep,preoccupation,orahostilelevity
när
whenIrealizedbysomeunmistakable
tecken
signthatanintimaterevelationwasquiveringon
de
thehorizon;
fortheintimaterevelationsof
unga
youngmen,oratleastthetermsin
vilka
whichtheyexpressthem,areusuallyplagiaristic
och
andmarredbyobvioussuppressions.
Reservingjudgementsis
en
amatterofinfinitehope.
Iam
fortfarande
stillalittleafraidof
missa
missingsomethingifIforgetthat,asmy
far
fathersnobbishlysuggested,andIsnobbishlyrepeat,
en
asenseofthefundamentaldecenciesisparcelled
ut
outunequallyatbirth.
And,
efter
afterboastingthiswayofmytolerance,I
kommer
cometotheadmissionthatithas
en
alimit.
Conductmaybefoundedonthe
hårda
hardrockorthewetmarshes,
men
butafteracertainpointIdon’tcarewhatit’sfoundedon.
När
WhenIcamebackfromtheEast
förra
lastautumnIfeltthatI
ville
wantedtheworldtobeinuniform
och
andatasortofmoralattentionforever;
Iwanted
inte
nomoreriotousexcursionswithprivilegedglimpsesinto
det
thehumanheart.
OnlyGatsby,
den
themanwhogiveshis
namn
nametothisbook,wasexemptfrommyreaction—Gatsby,whorepresented
allt
everythingforwhichIhave
ett
anunaffectedscorn.
Ifpersonalityisanunbrokenseriesofsuccessfulgestures,thentherewas
något
somethinggorgeousabouthim,someheightenedsensitivitytothepromisesoflife,asifhewererelatedtooneof
dessa
thoseintricatemachinesthatregisterearthquakes
tio
tenthousandmilesaway.
Thisresponsivenesshad
inget
nothingtodowiththatflabbyimpressionabilitywhichisdignified
under
underthenameofthe“creativetemperament”—itwasanextraordinarygiftfor
hopp
hope,aromanticreadinesssuchasI
har
haveneverfoundinany
annan
otherpersonandwhichitisnotlikelyIshallever
hitta
findagain.
No—Gatsbyturnedoutallrightattheend;
itiswhatpreyedonGatsby,whatfouldustfloatedinthe
kölvattnet
wakeofhisdreamsthattemporarily
stängde
closedoutmyinterestintheabortivesorrows
och
andshort-windedelationsofmen.
My
familj
familyhavebeenprominent,well-to-do
människor
peopleinthisMiddleWestern
stad
cityforthreegenerations.
TheCarrawaysare
något
somethingofaclan,andwehave
en
atraditionthatwe’redescendedfrom
den
theDukesofBuccleuch,but
den
theactualfounderofmy
linje
linewasmygrandfather’sbrother,who
kom
camehereinfifty-one,sent
en
asubstitutetotheCivilWar,
och
andstartedthewholesalehardware
verksamhet
businessthatmyfathercarrieson
idag
today.
Ineversawthisgreat-uncle,
men
butI’msupposedtolooklikehim—with
särskild
specialreferencetotheratherhard-boiledpaintingthat
hänger
hangsinfather’soffice.
IgraduatedfromNewHavenin1915,
bara
justaquarterofacentury
efter
aftermyfather,anda
lite
littlelaterIparticipatedinthatdelayedTeutonicmigrationknownasthe
Stora
GreatWar.
Ienjoyedthecounter-raidsothoroughly
att
thatIcamebackrestless.
Insteadofbeing
den
thewarmcentreoftheworld,
den
theMiddleWestnowseemed
som
liketheraggededgeof
den
theuniverse—soIdecidedto
åka
goEastandlearnthebondbusiness.
Alla
EverybodyIknewwasinthebondbusiness,soIsupposeditcouldsupportonemoresingleman.
Alla
Allmyauntsanduncles
pratade
talkeditoverasiftheywerechoosing
en
aprepschoolforme,
och
andfinallysaid,“Why—ye-es,”with
mycket
verygrave,hesitantfaces.
Fatheragreedtofinancemefor
ett
ayear,andaftervariousdelaysI
kom
cameEast,permanently,Ithought,inthespringoftwenty-two.
Thepracticalthingwasto
hitta
findroomsinthecity,
men
butitwasawarmseason,
och
andIhadjustlefta
land
countryofwidelawnsandfriendlytrees,so
när
whenayoungmanattheofficesuggestedthatwe
tog
takeahousetogetherinacommutingtown,itsoundedlikea
bra
greatidea.
Hefoundthe
huset
house,aweather-beatencardboardbungalowateighty
en
amonth,butatthe
sista
lastminutethefirmorderedhimtoWashington,
och
andIwentouttothecountry
ensam
alone.
Ihadadog—atleastI
hade
hadhimforafewdays
tills
untilheranaway—andan
gammal
oldDodgeandaFinnish
kvinna
woman,whomademybed
och
andcookedbreakfastandmutteredFinnishwisdomtoherself
över
overtheelectricstove.
Itwaslonelyfora
dag
dayorsountilone
morgon
morningsomeman,morerecentlyarrived
än
thanI,stoppedmeontheroad.
“Howdoyou
kommer
gettoWestEggvillage?”
he
frågade
askedhelplessly.
Itoldhim.
Och
AndasIwalkedonIwaslonely
inte
nolonger.
Iwasaguide,apathfinder,anoriginalsettler.
He
hade
hadcasuallyconferredonmethefreedomoftheneighbourhood.
Och
Andsowiththesunshine
och
andthegreatburstsofleavesgrowingonthetrees,
precis
justasthingsgrowinfastmovies,I
hade
hadthatfamiliarconvictionthatlifewasbeginningoveragain
med
withthesummer.
Therewasso
mycket
muchtoread,foronething,
och
andsomuchfinehealthtobepulled
ner
downoutoftheyoungbreath-givingair.
I
köpte
boughtadozenvolumesonbanking
och
andcreditandinvestmentsecurities,
och
andtheystoodonmyshelfin
rött
redandgoldlikenew
pengar
moneyfromthemint,promisingtounfoldtheshiningsecretsthat
bara
onlyMidasandMorganandMaecenas
kände
knew.
AndIhadthe
höga
highintentionofreadingmany
andra
otherbooksbesides.
Iwasratherliteraryincollege—one
år
yearIwroteaseriesof
mycket
verysolemnandobviouseditorialsfor
den
theYaleNews—andnowIwasgoingto
ta
bringbackallsuchthingsintomy
liv
lifeandbecomeagainthat
mest
mostlimitedofallspecialists,
den
the“well-roundedman.”
Thisisn’t
bara
justanepigram—lifeismuch
mer
moresuccessfullylookedatfromasinglewindow,after
allt
all.
Itwasamatterof
slump
chancethatIshouldhaverenteda
hus
houseinoneofthestrangestcommunitiesinNorthAmerica.
ItwasonthatslenderriotousislandwhichextendsitselfdueeastofNewYork—andwherethere
finns
are,amongothernaturalcuriosities,
två
twounusualformationsofland.
Twentymilesfrom
den
thecityapairofenormouseggs,identicalincontour
och
andseparatedonlybyacourtesybay,jut
ut
outintothemostdomesticatedbodyofsaltwaterin
den
theWesternhemisphere,thegreatwetbarnyardofLongIslandSound.
Theyarenotperfectovals—liketheeggintheColumbus
berättelse
story,theyarebothcrushedflatatthecontactend—buttheirphysicalresemblance
måste
mustbeasourceofperpetualwondertothegulls
som
thatflyoverhead.
Tothewingless
ett
amoreinterestingphenomenonistheirdissimilarityin
varje
everyparticularexceptshapeandsize.
I
bodde
livedatWestEgg,the—well,thelessfashionableofthe
två
two,thoughthisisa
mest
mostsuperficialtagtoexpressthebizarre
och
andnotalittlesinistercontrast
mellan
betweenthem.
Myhousewasattheverytipoftheegg,
bara
onlyfiftyyardsfromtheSound,
och
andsqueezedbetweentwohugeplaces
som
thatrentedfortwelveorfifteenthousandaseason.
Theoneonmy
högra
rightwasacolossalaffairbyanystandard—itwasafactualimitationofsomeHôteldeVilleinNormandy,
med
withatowerononeside,spanking
ny
newunderathinbeardofrawivy,
och
andamarbleswimmingpool,
och
andmorethanfortyacresoflawn
och
andgarden.
ItwasGatsby’smansion.
Eller
Or,rather,asIdidn’t
kände
knowMr.Gatsby,itwas
en
amansioninhabitedbyagentlemanofthat
namnet
name.
Myownhousewasaneyesore,
men
butitwasasmalleyesore,
och
andithadbeenoverlooked,soI
hade
hadaviewofthe
vattnet
water,apartialviewofmyneighbour’slawn,
och
andtheconsolingproximityofmillionaires—allforeightydollarsamonth.
Acrossthecourtesybaythe
vita
whitepalacesoffashionableEastEggglittered
längs
alongthewater,andthehistoryofthesummer
verkligen
reallybeginsontheeveningI
körde
droveovertheretohave
middag
dinnerwiththeTomBuchanans.
Daisywasmy
andra
secondcousinonceremoved,andI’d
känt
knownTomincollege.
And
strax
justafterthewarIspent
två
twodayswiththeminChicago.
Herhusband,amongvariousphysicalaccomplishments,
hade
hadbeenoneofthemostpowerfulendsthatever
spelat
playedfootballatNewHaven—anationalfigureina
sätt
way,oneofthosemenwhoreachsuchanacutelimitedexcellenceattwenty-onethat
allt
everythingafterwardsavoursofanticlimax.
His
familj
familywereenormouslywealthy—evenincollegehisfreedom
med
withmoneywasamatterforreproach—but
nu
nowhe’dleftChicagoand
kommit
comeEastinafashion
som
thatrathertookyourbreathaway:
forinstance,he’d
tagit
broughtdownastringofpoloponiesfromLakeForest.
Itwas
svårt
hardtorealizethata
man
maninmyowngenerationwaswealthy
nog
enoughtodothat.
Whythey
kom
cameEastIdon’tknow.
They
hade
hadspentayearinFrancefornoparticular
anledning
reason,andthendriftedhere
och
andthereunrestfullywhereverpeople
spelade
playedpoloandwererich
tillsammans
together.
Thiswasapermanentmove,
sa
saidDaisyoverthetelephone,
men
butIdidn’tbelieveit—I
hade
hadnosightintoDaisy’s
hjärta
heart,butIfeltthatTomwoulddriftonforeverseeking,
en
alittlewistfully,forthedramaticturbulenceofsomeirrecoverablefootballgame.
Och
Andsoithappenedthaton
en
awarmwindyeveningI
körde
droveovertoEastEggtosee
två
twooldfriendswhomIscarcely
kände
knewatall.
Theirhousewas
ännu
evenmoreelaboratethanIexpected,
en
acheerfulred-and-whiteGeorgianColonialmansion,overlookingthebay.
Thelawn
började
startedatthebeachand
sprang
rantowardsthefrontdoorfor
en
aquarterofamile,jumping
över
oversundialsandbrickwalks
och
andburninggardens—finallywhenitreachedthe
huset
housedriftingupthesideinbrightvinesasthoughfromthemomentumofits
sprang
run.
Thefrontwasbrokenby
en
alineofFrenchwindows,glowing
nu
nowwithreflectedgoldandwideopento
den
thewarmwindyafternoon,andTomBuchananinridingclotheswas
stod
standingwithhislegsaparton
den
thefrontporch.
Hehad
förändrats
changedsincehisNewHavenyears.
Nu
Nowhewasasturdystraw-haired
man
manofthirty,witharather
hård
hardmouthandasuperciliousmanner.
Två
Twoshiningarroganteyeshadestablisheddominance
över
overhisfaceandgavehimtheappearanceof
alltid
alwaysleaningaggressivelyforward.
Not
ens
eventheeffeminateswankofhisridingclothes
kunde
couldhidetheenormouspowerofthatbody—heseemedtofill
dessa
thoseglisteningbootsuntilhestrained
den
thetoplacing,andyou
kunde
couldseeagreatpackofmuscleshifting
när
whenhisshouldermovedunderhisthincoat.
Itwas
en
abodycapableofenormousleverage—acruel
kropp
body.
Hisspeakingvoice,agruffhuskytenor,addedtotheimpressionoffractiousnessheconveyed.
Therewas
en
atouchofpaternalcontemptinit,eventoward
människor
peopleheliked—andthereweremenatNewHaven
som
whohadhatedhisguts.
“Now,don’tthinkmyopinionon
dessa
thesemattersisfinal,”heseemedto
säga
say,“justbecauseI’mstronger
och
andmoreofaman
än
thanyouare.”
Wewereinthe
samma
sameseniorsociety,andwhilewewere
aldrig
neverintimateIalwayshadtheimpressionthatheapprovedofme
och
andwantedmetolikehim
med
withsomeharsh,defiantwistfulnessofhis
egen
own.
Wetalkedfora
några
fewminutesonthesunnyporch.
“I’vegot
ett
aniceplacehere,”he
sa
said,hiseyesflashingaboutrestlessly.
Vände
Turningmearoundbyonearm,he
flyttade
movedabroadflathand
längs
alongthefrontvista,includinginitssweepasunkenItaliangarden,a
halv
halfacreofdeep,pungentroses,
och
andasnub-nosedmotorboatthatbumped
den
thetideoffshore.
“ItbelongedtoDemaine,theoilman.”
He
vände
turnedmearoundagain,politely
och
andabruptly.
“We’llgoinside.”
We
gick
walkedthroughahighhallwayintoabrightrosy-colouredspace,fragilelyboundintothe
huset
housebyFrenchwindowsateither
änden
end.
Thewindowswereajar
och
andgleamingwhiteagainstthefreshgrass
utanför
outsidethatseemedtogrowa
lite
littlewayintothehouse.
Abreezeblew
genom
throughtheroom,blewcurtainsinatone
änden
endandouttheotherlikepaleflags,twistingthem
upp
uptowardthefrostedwedding-cakeoftheceiling,
och
andthenrippledoverthewine-colouredrug,
gör
makingashadowonitaswind
gör
doesonthesea.
The
enda
onlycompletelystationaryobjectin
det
theroomwasanenormouscouchonwhich
två
twoyoungwomenwerebuoyedupasthoughupon
en
ananchoredballoon.
Theywere
båda
bothinwhite,andtheirdresseswererippling
och
andflutteringasifthey
hade
hadjustbeenblownbackin
efter
afterashortflightaroundthe
huset
house.
Imusthavestoodfor
en
afewmomentslisteningtothewhip
och
andsnapofthecurtains
och
andthegroanofapictureonthewall.
Thentherewas
ett
aboomasTomBuchanan
stängde
shuttherearwindowsandthe
fångade
caughtwinddiedoutaboutthe
rummet
room,andthecurtainsandtherugs
och
andthetwoyoungwomenballoonedslowlytothefloor.
Theyoungerofthe
två
twowasastrangerto
mig
me.
Shewasextendedfulllengthatherendofthedivan,completelymotionless,
och
andwithherchinraiseda
lite
little,asifshewerebalancing
något
somethingonitwhichwasquitelikelyto
falla
fall.
Ifshesawmeoutof
det
thecornerofhereyesshe
gav
gavenohintofit—indeed,Iwas
nästan
almostsurprisedintomurmuringanapologyfor
ha
havingdisturbedherbycomingin.
Den
Theothergirl,Daisy,madeanattempttorise—sheleanedslightlyforward
med
withaconscientiousexpression—thenshelaughed,anabsurd,charminglittlelaugh,
och
andIlaughedtooand
kom
cameforwardintotheroom.
“I’mp-paralysedwithhappiness.”
Shelaughed
igen
again,asifshesaid
något
somethingverywitty,andheldmy
hand
handforamoment,looking
upp
upintomyface,promisingthattherewas
inte
nooneintheworldshesomuch
ville
wantedtosee.
Thatwas
ett
awayshehad.
Shehintedin
ett
amurmurthatthesurnameof
den
thebalancinggirlwasBaker.
(I’ve
hört
hearditsaidthatDaisy’smurmurwas
bara
onlytomakepeopleleantoward
henne
her;
anirrelevantcriticismthat
gjorde
madeitnolesscharming.)
Atanyrate,
Fröken
MissBaker’slipsfluttered,shenoddedatme
nästan
almostimperceptibly,andthenquicklytippedherhead
tillbaka
backagain—theobjectshewasbalancing
hade
hadobviouslytotteredalittle
och
andgivenhersomethingof
en
afright.
Againasortofapologyarosetomylips.
Nästan
Almostanyexhibitionofcompleteself-sufficiencydraws
en
astunnedtributefromme.
I
tittade
lookedbackatmycousin,
som
whobegantoaskmequestionsinherlow,thrillingvoice.
Itwasthe
typ
kindofvoicethattheear
följer
followsupanddown,as
om
ifeachspeechisanarrangementofnotesthat
kommer
willneverbeplayedagain.
Her
ansikte
facewassadandlovely
med
withbrightthingsinit,brighteyes
och
andabrightpassionatemouth,
men
buttherewasanexcitementinhervoicethatmenwho
hade
hadcaredforherfounddifficultto
glömma
forget:
asingingcompulsion,awhispered“Listen,”a
löfte
promisethatshehaddonegay,excitingthingsjusta
tag
whilesinceandthatthereweregay,excitingthingshoveringinthe
nästa
nexthour.
Itoldher
hur
howIhadstoppedoffinChicagofora
dag
dayonmywayEast,
och
andhowadozenpeople
hade
hadsenttheirlovethrough
mig
me.
“Dotheymissme?”
shecriedecstatically.
“The
hela
wholetownisdesolate.
All
det
thecarshavetheleftrearwheelpainted
svart
blackasamourningwreath,
och
andthere’sapersistentwail
alla
allnightalongthenorthshore.”
“Howgorgeous!
Let’s
åker
goback,Tom.
Tomorrow!”
Thensheaddedirrelevantly:
“Yououghtto
se
seethebaby.”
“I’dliketo.”
“She’sasleep.
She’s
tre
threeyearsold.
Haven’tyouever
sett
seenher?”
“Never.”
“Well,yououghttosee
henne
her.
She’s—”.
TomBuchanan,who
hade
hadbeenhoveringrestlesslyaboutthe
rummet
room,stoppedandrestedhis
hand
handonmyshoulder.
“Whatyou
gör
doing,Nick?”
“I’mabondman.”
“Whowith?”
I
sa
toldhim.
“Neverheardofthem,”heremarkeddecisively.
Här
Thisannoyedme.
“Youwill,”I
svarade
answeredshortly.
“Youwillifyou
stannar
stayintheEast.”
“Oh,I’ll
stannar
stayintheEast,don’tyouworry,”he
sa
said,glancingatDaisyandthen
tillbaka
backatme,asifhewerealertfor
något
somethingmore.
“I’dbeaGoddamnedfoolto
bodde
liveanywhereelse.”
Atthispoint
Fröken
MissBakersaid:
“Absolutely!”
with
sådan
suchsuddennessthatIstarted—itwas
det
thefirstwordshehaduttered
sedan
sinceIcameintothe
rummet
room.
Evidentlyitsurprisedheras
mycket
muchasitdidme,forsheyawned
och
andwithaseriesofrapid,deftmovements
stod
stoodupintotheroom.
“I’mstiff,”shecomplained,“I’vebeen
legat
lyingonthatsofaforas
länge
longasIcanremember.”
“Don’tlookatme,”Daisyretorted,“I’vebeen
försökt
tryingtogetyoutoNewYorkallafternoon.”
“No,thanks,”
sa
saidMissBakertothe
fyra
fourcocktailsjustinfrom
de
thepantry.
“I’mabsolutelyintraining.”
Herhost
tittade
lookedatherincredulously.
“Youare!”
He
tog
tookdownhisdrinkas
om
ifitwereadropinthebottomofaglass.
“Howyouever
får
getanythingdoneisbeyondme.”
I
tittade
lookedatMissBaker,wonderingwhatitwasshe“gotdone.”
Ienjoyed
titta
lookingather.
Shewasaslender,small-breasted
flicka
girl,withanerectcarriage,whichsheaccentuatedbythrowingher
kropp
bodybackwardattheshoulderslikea
ung
youngcadet.
Hergreysun-strainedeyes
tittade
lookedbackatmewithpolitereciprocalcuriosityoutof
en
awan,charming,discontentedface.
Itoccurredtome
nu
nowthatIhadseen
henne
her,orapictureof
henne
her,somewherebefore.
“YouliveinWestEgg,”sheremarkedcontemptuously.
“I
känner
knowsomebodythere.”
“Idon’t
känner
knowasingle—”.
“Youmust
känna
knowGatsby.”
“Gatsby?”
demandedDaisy.
“WhatGatsby?”
Innan
BeforeIcouldreplythathewasmyneighbourdinnerwasannounced;
wedginghistensearmimperativelyundermine,TomBuchanancompelledmefromthe
rummet
roomasthoughhewere
flyttade
movingacheckertoanothersquare.
Slenderly,languidly,theirhandssetlightlyontheirhips,the
två
twoyoungwomenprecededus
ut
outontoarosy-colouredporch,
öppen
opentowardthesunset,where
fyra
fourcandlesflickeredonthetableinthediminishedwind.
“Whycandles?”
objectedDaisy,frowning.
Shesnappedthem
ut
outwithherfingers.
“In
två
twoweeksit’llbethelongest
dag
dayintheyear.”
She
tittade
lookedatusallradiantly.
“Doyou
alltid
alwayswatchforthelongest
dag
dayoftheyearandthen
missar
missit?
Ialwayswatchforthelongest
dagen
dayintheyearandthen
missar
missit.”
“Weoughtto
planera
plansomething,”yawnedMissBaker,
sitter
sittingdownatthetableas
om
ifsheweregettinginto
sängen
bed.
“Allright,”saidDaisy.
“What’llweplan?”
She
vände
turnedtomehelplessly:
“Whatdopeopleplan?”
Innan
BeforeIcouldanswerhereyesfastened
med
withanawedexpressiononher
lilla
littlefinger.
“Look!”
shecomplained;
“I
skadade
hurtit.”
Wealllooked—theknucklewas
svart
blackandblue.
“Youdid
det
it,Tom,”shesaidaccusingly.
“I
vet
knowyoudidn’tmeanto,
men
butyoudiddoit.
That’swhatI
får
getformarryingabruteof
en
aman,agreat,big,hulkingphysicalspecimenofa—”.
“I
hatar
hatethatword‘hulking,’ ”objectedTomcrossly,“eveninkidding.”
“Hulking,”insistedDaisy.
Ibland
SometimessheandMissBaker
pratade
talkedatonce,unobtrusivelyand
med
withabanteringinconsequencethatwas
aldrig
neverquitechatter,thatwasascoolastheir
vita
whitedressesandtheirimpersonaleyesintheabsenceofalldesire.
Theywere
här
here,andtheyacceptedTom
och
andme,makingonlyapolitepleasantefforttoentertain
eller
ortobeentertained.
They
visste
knewthatpresentlydinnerwouldbe
över
overandalittlelatertheevening
också
toowouldbeoverandcasuallyput
undan
away.
ItwassharplydifferentfromtheWest,whereaneveningwashurriedfromphasetophasetowardsitsclose,inacontinuallydisappointedanticipation
eller
orelseinsheernervousdreadofthemomentitself.
“Youmakeme
känna
feeluncivilized,Daisy,”Iconfessedonmy
andra
secondglassofcorkybutratherimpressiveclaret.
“Can’tyou
prata
talkaboutcropsorsomething?”
I
menade
meantnothinginparticularby
denna
thisremark,butitwastaken
upp
upinanunexpectedway.
“Civilization’s
går
goingtopieces,”brokeoutTomviolently.
“I’vegottentobe
en
aterriblepessimistaboutthings.
Har
HaveyoureadTheRiseof
den
theColouredEmpiresbythis
mannen
manGoddard?”
“Why,no,”I
svarade
answered,rathersurprisedbyhistone.
“Well,it’s
en
afinebook,andeverybodyoughtto
läsa
readit.
Theideais
om
ifwedon’tlookout
den
thewhiteracewillbe—willbeutterlysubmerged.
It’sallscientific
saker
stuff;
it’sbeenproved.”