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The Great Gatsby | Progressive Translation Books for Turkish A1 Students

The Great Gatsby | Progressive Translation Books for Turkish A1 Students

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I
Inmyyounger
ve
andmorevulnerableyearsmyfather
verdi
gavemesomeadvicethatI’vebeenturningoverinmymindever
beri
since.
“Wheneveryoufeellikecriticizinganyone,”hetold
bana
me,“justrememberthatallthepeopleinthisworldhaven’thadtheadvantagesthatyou’vehad.”
Hedidn’t
söylemedi
sayanymore,butwe’ve
her zaman
alwaysbeenunusuallycommunicativein
bir
areservedway,andI
anladım
understoodthathemeantagreatdealmorethanthat.
Inconsequence,I’minclinedtoreserve
tüm
alljudgements,ahabitthathas
açtı
openedupmanycuriousnaturestome
ve
andalsomademethevictimofnota
birkaç
fewveteranbores.
Theabnormal
zihin
mindisquicktodetect
ve
andattachitselftothisqualitywhenitappearsin
bir
anormalperson,andsoitcameaboutthatincollegeIwasunjustlyaccusedofbeing
bir
apolitician,becauseIwasprivytothesecretgriefsofwild,unknownmen.
Çoğu
Mostoftheconfidenceswereunsought—frequentlyIhavefeigned
uyku
sleep,preoccupation,orahostilelevitywhenIrealizedbysomeunmistakablesignthatanintimaterevelationwasquiveringonthehorizon;
fortheintimaterevelationsof
genç
youngmen,oratleastthetermsinwhichtheyexpress
onları
them,areusuallyplagiaristicandmarredbyobvioussuppressions.
Reservingjudgementsis
bir
amatterofinfinitehope.
Iam
hala
stillalittleafraidofmissingsomethingifI
unutursam
forgetthat,asmyfathersnobbishlysuggested,
ve
andIsnobbishlyrepeat,asenseofthefundamentaldecenciesisparcelledoutunequallyatbirth.
Ve
And,afterboastingthiswayofmytolerance,I
geldim
cometotheadmissionthatithas
bir
alimit.
Conductmaybefoundedonthe
sert
hardrockorthewetmarshes,
ama
butafteracertainpointIdon’tcarewhatit’sfoundedon.
WhenIcamebackfromtheEast
geçen
lastautumnIfeltthatIwantedtheworldtobeinuniform
ve
andatasortofmoralattentionforever;
I
istemedim
wantednomoreriotousexcursionswithprivilegedglimpsesintothehumanheart.
Sadece
OnlyGatsby,themanwhogiveshis
adını
nametothisbook,wasexemptfrommyreaction—Gatsby,whorepresented
her şeyi
everythingforwhichIhave
bir
anunaffectedscorn.
Ifpersonalityisanunbrokenseriesofsuccessfulgestures,thentherewas
şey
somethinggorgeousabouthim,someheightenedsensitivitytothepromisesoflife,as
eğer
ifhewererelatedtooneofthoseintricatemachinesthatregisterearthquakes
on
tenthousandmilesaway.
Thisresponsivenesshadnothingtodowiththatflabbyimpressionability
olan
whichisdignifiedunderthe
adı
nameofthe“creativetemperament”—itwasanextraordinarygiftfor
umut
hope,aromanticreadinesssuchasIhaveneverfoundinany
başka
otherpersonandwhichitisnotlikelyIshalleverfind
daha
again.
No—Gatsbyturnedoutallrightatthe
sonunda
end;
itiswhatpreyedonGatsby,whatfouldustfloatedinthewakeofhisdreamsthattemporarily
kapattı
closedoutmyinterestintheabortivesorrows
ve
andshort-windedelationsofmen.
Myfamilyhavebeenprominent,well-to-dopeoplein
bu
thisMiddleWesterncityfor
üç
threegenerations.
TheCarrawaysaresomethingof
bir
aclan,andwehave
bir
atraditionthatwe’redescendedfromtheDukesofBuccleuch,
ama
buttheactualfounderofmylinewasmygrandfather’sbrother,whocame
buraya
hereinfifty-one,sentasubstitutetotheCivil
Savaş
War,andstartedthewholesalehardwarebusinessthatmyfathercarrieson
bugün
today.
Ineversawthisgreat-uncle,
ama
butI’msupposedtolooklikehim—with
özel
specialreferencetotheratherhard-boiledpaintingthathangsinfather’soffice.
IgraduatedfromNewHavenin1915,
sadece
justaquarterofacenturyaftermyfather,
ve
andalittlelaterIparticipatedinthatdelayedTeutonicmigrationknownasthe
Büyük
GreatWar.
Ienjoyedthecounter-raidsothoroughly
o
thatIcamebackrestless.
Insteadofbeingthewarmcentreoftheworld,theMiddleWest
şimdi
nowseemedliketheraggededgeoftheuniverse—soIdecidedto
gitmeye
goEastandlearnthebondbusiness.
Herkes
EverybodyIknewwasinthebondbusiness,soIsupposeditcouldsupport
bir
onemoresingleman.
Allmyaunts
ve
andunclestalkeditoverasiftheywerechoosing
bir
aprepschoolforme,
ve
andfinallysaid,“Why—ye-es,”with
çok
verygrave,hesitantfaces.
Fatheragreedtofinancemefor
bir
ayear,andaftervariousdelaysI
geldim
cameEast,permanently,Ithought,inthespringoftwenty-two.
Thepracticalthingwastofindroomsinthecity,
ama
butitwasawarmseason,
ve
andIhadjustleft
bir
acountryofwidelawns
ve
andfriendlytrees,sowhen
bir
ayoungmanattheofficesuggestedthatwetake
bir
ahousetogetherinacommutingtown,itsounded
gibi
likeagreatidea.
He
buldu
foundthehouse,aweather-beatencardboardbungalowateighty
bir
amonth,butatthe
son
lastminutethefirmorderedhimtoWashington,
ve
andIwentouttothecountryalone.
I
vardı
hadadog—atleastI
vardı
hadhimforafewdays
kadar
untilheranaway—andan
yaşlı
oldDodgeandaFinnishwoman,whomademybed
ve
andcookedbreakfastandmutteredFinnishwisdomtoherself
üzerinde
overtheelectricstove.
Itwaslonelyfora
gün
dayorsountilone
sabah
morningsomeman,morerecentlyarrivedthanI,stoppedmeontheroad.
“HowdoyougettoWestEggvillage?”
he
sordu
askedhelplessly.
Itoldhim.
Ve
AndasIwalkedonIwaslonelynolonger.
Iwasaguide,apathfinder,anoriginalsettler.
Hehadcasuallyconferredonmethefreedomoftheneighbourhood.
Ve
Andsowiththesunshine
ve
andthegreatburstsofleavesgrowingonthetrees,justasthingsgrowin
hızlı
fastmovies,Ihadthatfamiliarconvictionthatlifewasbeginningover
yeniden
againwiththesummer.
Therewassomuchtoread,forone
şey
thing,andsomuchfinehealthtobepulleddownoutofthe
genç
youngbreath-givingair.
Ibought
bir
adozenvolumesonbanking
ve
andcreditandinvestmentsecurities,
ve
andtheystoodonmyshelfin
kırmızı
redandgoldlikenewmoneyfromthemint,promisingtounfoldtheshiningsecretsthatonlyMidas
ve
andMorganandMaecenasknew.
Ve
AndIhadthehighintentionofreading
birçok
manyotherbooksbesides.
Iwasratherliteraryincollege—one
yıl
yearIwroteaseriesofverysolemn
ve
andobviouseditorialsfortheYaleNews—and
şimdi
nowIwasgoingto
getirecektim
bringbackallsuchthingsintomylife
ve
andbecomeagainthatmostlimitedof
tüm
allspecialists,the“well-roundedman.”
Bu
Thisisn’tjustanepigram—lifeismuchmoresuccessfullylookedatfromasinglewindow,afterall.
ItwasamatterofchancethatIshouldhaverenteda
ev
houseinoneofthestrangestcommunitiesinNorthAmerica.
Itwason
o
thatslenderriotousislandwhichextendsitselfdueeastofNewYork—andwherethereare,among
diğer
othernaturalcuriosities,twounusualformationsofland.
Twentymilesfromthecity
bir
apairofenormouseggs,identicalincontour
ve
andseparatedonlybyacourtesybay,jutoutintothe
en
mostdomesticatedbodyofsalt
su
waterintheWesternhemisphere,thegreatwetbarnyardofLongIslandSound.
Theyarenot
mükemmel
perfectovals—liketheeggintheColumbusstory,theyare
her ikisi de
bothcrushedflatatthecontactend—buttheirphysicalresemblancemustbe
bir
asourceofperpetualwondertothegullsthatflyoverhead.
Tothewingless
bir
amoreinterestingphenomenonistheirdissimilarityin
her
everyparticularexceptshapeandsize.
I
yaşadım
livedatWestEgg,the—well,thelessfashionableofthetwo,though
bu
thisisamostsuperficialtagtoexpressthebizarre
ve
andnotalittlesinistercontrastbetweenthem.
Myhousewasattheverytipoftheegg,
sadece
onlyfiftyyardsfromtheSound,
ve
andsqueezedbetweentwohugeplacesthatrentedfortwelve
ya da
orfifteenthousandaseason.
Theoneonmyrightwasacolossalaffairby
herhangi
anystandard—itwasafactualimitationof
bazı
someHôteldeVilleinNormandy,withatowerononeside,spanking
yeni
newunderathinbeardofrawivy,
ve
andamarbleswimmingpool,
ve
andmorethanfortyacresoflawn
ve
andgarden.
ItwasGatsby’smansion.
Ya da
Or,rather,asIdidn’tknowMr.Gatsby,itwas
bir
amansioninhabitedbyagentlemanofthatname.
My
kendi
ownhousewasaneyesore,
ama
butitwasasmalleyesore,
ve
andithadbeenoverlooked,soIhadaviewofthe
suya
water,apartialviewofmyneighbour’slawn,
ve
andtheconsolingproximityofmillionaires—allforeightydollarsamonth.
Acrossthecourtesybaythe
beyaz
whitepalacesoffashionableEastEggglittered
boyunca
alongthewater,andthehistoryofthesummer
gerçekten
reallybeginsontheeveningIdroveover
oraya
theretohavedinnerwiththeTomBuchanans.
Daisywasmy
ikinci
secondcousinonceremoved,andI’d
tanıyordum
knownTomincollege.
Andjust
sonra
afterthewarIspent
iki
twodayswiththeminChicago.
Her
kocası
husband,amongvariousphysicalaccomplishments,hadbeenoneofthe
en
mostpowerfulendsthateverplayedfootballatNewHaven—anationalfigureinaway,oneofthosemenwhoreachsuchanacutelimitedexcellenceattwenty-onethateverythingafterwardsavoursofanticlimax.
Hisfamilywereenormouslywealthy—evenincollegehisfreedomwithmoneywas
bir
amatterforreproach—butnowhe’d
ayrıldı
leftChicagoandcomeEastin
bir
afashionthatrathertookyourbreathaway:
forinstance,he’d
getirdi
broughtdownastringofpoloponiesfromLakeForest.
Itwashardtorealizethat
bir
amaninmyowngenerationwaswealthyenoughtodothat.
Neden
WhytheycameEastIdon’t
bilmiyorum
know.
Theyhadspenta
yıl
yearinFrancefornoparticular
sebep
reason,andthendriftedhere
ve
andthereunrestfullywhereverpeopleplayedpolo
ve
andwererichtogether.
Thiswas
bir
apermanentmove,saidDaisyoverthetelephone,
ama
butIdidn’tbelieveit—IhadnosightintoDaisy’sheart,
ama
butIfeltthatTomwoulddriftonforeverseeking,
bir
alittlewistfully,forthedramaticturbulenceof
biraz
someirrecoverablefootballgame.
Andsoit
oldu
happenedthatonawarmwindyeveningIdroveovertoEastEggto
görmek
seetwooldfriendswhomIscarcelyknewatall.
TheirhousewasevenmoreelaboratethanIexpected,
bir
acheerfulred-and-whiteGeorgianColonialmansion,overlookingthebay.
Thelawnstartedatthebeach
ve
andrantowardsthefrontdoorfor
bir
aquarterofamile,jumpingoversundials
ve
andbrickwalksandburninggardens—finallywhenitreachedthehousedriftingupthe
yan
sideinbrightvinesasthoughfromthemomentumofitsrun.
The
ön
frontwasbrokenbyalineofFrenchwindows,glowing
şimdi
nowwithreflectedgoldandwideopentothewarmwindyafternoon,
ve
andTomBuchananinridingclotheswas
duruyordu
standingwithhislegsapartonthe
ön
frontporch.
Hehadchanged
beri
sincehisNewHavenyears.
Şimdi
Nowhewasasturdystraw-hairedmanofthirty,with
bir
aratherhardmouthand
bir
asuperciliousmanner.
Twoshiningarroganteyeshadestablisheddominance
üzerinde
overhisfaceandgavehimtheappearanceof
her zaman
alwaysleaningaggressivelyforward.
Not
bile
eventheeffeminateswankofhisridingclothescouldhidetheenormous
gücünü
powerofthatbody—heseemedtofillthoseglisteningboots
kadar
untilhestrainedthetoplacing,
ve
andyoucouldseeagreatpackofmuscleshiftingwhenhisshouldermoved
altında
underhisthincoat.
Itwas
bir
abodycapableofenormousleverage—acruel
vücut
body.
Hisspeakingvoice,agruffhuskytenor,addedtotheimpressionoffractiousnessheconveyed.
Therewas
bir
atouchofpaternalcontemptinit,
bile
eventowardpeopleheliked—andthereweremenatNewHavenwho
vardı
hadhatedhisguts.
“Now,don’tthinkmyopinionon
bu
thesemattersisfinal,”heseemedto
diyor
say,“justbecauseI’mstronger
ve
andmoreofamanthanyouare.”
Wewereinthe
aynı
sameseniorsociety,andwhilewewereneverintimateI
her zaman
alwayshadtheimpressionthatheapprovedofme
ve
andwantedmetolikehimwithsomeharsh,defiantwistfulnessofhisown.
Wetalkedfora
birkaç
fewminutesonthesunnyporch.
“I’vegot
bir
aniceplacehere,”he
dedi
said,hiseyesflashingaboutrestlessly.
Turningmearoundbyonearm,hemovedabroadflathand
boyunca
alongthefrontvista,includinginitssweepasunkenItaliangarden,a
yarım
halfacreofdeep,pungentroses,
ve
andasnub-nosedmotorboatthatbumpedthetideoffshore.
“ItbelongedtoDemaine,theoilman.”
He
çevirdi
turnedmearoundagain,politely
ve
andabruptly.
“We’llgoinside.”
Wewalkedthrough
bir
ahighhallwayintoabrightrosy-colouredspace,fragilelyboundintothe
evin
housebyFrenchwindowsateitherend.
Thewindowswereajar
ve
andgleamingwhiteagainstthefreshgrassoutsidethatseemedtogrowalittlewayintothe
evin
house.
Abreezeblewthroughtheroom,blewcurtainsinatoneend
ve
andouttheotherlikepaleflags,twistingthemuptowardthefrostedwedding-cakeoftheceiling,
ve
andthenrippledoverthewine-colouredrug,makingashadowonitaswinddoesonthesea.
The
tek
onlycompletelystationaryobjectintheroomwas
bir
anenormouscouchonwhich
iki
twoyoungwomenwerebuoyedupasthoughupon
bir
ananchoredballoon.
Theywerebothin
beyaz
white,andtheirdresseswererippling
ve
andflutteringasiftheyhadjustbeenblown
geri
backinafterashortflight
etrafında
aroundthehouse.
Imusthavestoodfor
bir
afewmomentslisteningtothewhip
ve
andsnapofthecurtains
ve
andthegroanofapictureonthewall.
Thentherewas
bir
aboomasTomBuchananshuttherearwindows
ve
andthecaughtwinddiedoutabouttheroom,
ve
andthecurtainsandtherugs
ve
andthetwoyoungwomenballoonedslowlytothefloor.
Theyoungerofthetwowasastrangerto
bana
me.
Shewasextendedfulllengthatherendofthedivan,completelymotionless,
ve
andwithherchinraised
bir
alittle,asifshewerebalancingsomethingonit
olan
whichwasquitelikelyto
düşme
fall.
Ifshesawmeoutofthecornerofhereyesshegave
hiçbir
nohintofit—indeed,Iwas
neredeyse
almostsurprisedintomurmuringanapologyforhavingdisturbedherbycomingin.
The
diğer
othergirl,Daisy,madeanattempttorise—sheleanedslightlyforwardwithaconscientiousexpression—thenshelaughed,anabsurd,charminglittlelaugh,
ve
andIlaughedtooand
geldim
cameforwardintotheroom.
“I’mp-paralysedwithhappiness.”
Shelaughed
yine
again,asifshesaid
şey
somethingverywitty,andheldmyhandfora
an
moment,lookingupintomyface,promising
bu
thattherewasnooneintheworldshesomuchwantedto
görmek
see.
Thatwasawayshehad.
Shehintedinamurmurthatthesurnameofthebalancing
kızın
girlwasBaker.
(I’vehearditsaidthatDaisy’smurmurwas
sadece
onlytomakepeopleleantoward
ona
her;
anirrelevantcriticismthatmadeitnolesscharming.)
Atanyrate,
Bayan
MissBaker’slipsfluttered,shenoddedatme
neredeyse
almostimperceptibly,andthenquicklytippedherhead
geri
backagain—theobjectshewasbalancinghadobviouslytottered
bir
alittleandgivenhersomethingof
bir
afright.
Againasortofapologyarosetomylips.
Neredeyse
Almostanyexhibitionofcompleteself-sufficiencydraws
bir
astunnedtributefromme.
I
baktım
lookedbackatmycousin,whobeganto
sormaya
askmequestionsinherlow,thrillingvoice.
Itwasthekindofvoicethattheearfollows
yukarı
upanddown,asif
her
eachspeechisanarrangementofnotesthatwill
asla
neverbeplayedagain.
Her
yüzü
facewassadandlovelywithbrightthingsinit,brighteyes
ve
andabrightpassionatemouth,
ama
buttherewasanexcitementinhervoicethatmenwho
vardı
hadcaredforherfounddifficulttoforget:
bir
asingingcompulsion,awhispered“Listen,”
bir
apromisethatshehaddonegay,excitingthingsjust
bir
awhilesinceandthatthereweregay,excitingthingshoveringinthe
sonraki
nexthour.
ItoldherhowIhadstoppedoffinChicagofor
bir
adayonmywayEast,
ve
andhowadozenpeoplehadsenttheirlovethroughme.
“Dothey
özlüyorlar
missme?”
shecriedecstatically.
“The
bütün
wholetownisdesolate.
Allthecars
var
havetheleftrearwheelpainted
siyah
blackasamourningwreath,
ve
andthere’sapersistentwail
tüm
allnightalongthenorthshore.”
“Howgorgeous!
Let’sgo
geri
back,Tom.
Tomorrow!”
Thensheaddedirrelevantly:
“Yououghtto
görmelisin
seethebaby.”
“I’dliketo.”
“She’sasleep.
She’s
üç
threeyearsold.
Haven’tyouever
görmedin
seenher?”
“Never.”
“Well,yououghtto
görmelisin
seeher.
She’s—”.
TomBuchanan,whohadbeenhoveringrestlesslyabouttheroom,
durdu
stoppedandrestedhishandonmyshoulder.
“Whatyou
yapıyorsun
doing,Nick?”
“I’mabondman.”
“Whowith?”
Itold
ona
him.
“Neverheardofthem,”heremarkeddecisively.
Bu
Thisannoyedme.
“Youwill,”Iansweredshortly.
“Youwillifyou
kalırsan
stayintheEast.”
“Oh,I’ll
kalacağım
stayintheEast,don’tyouworry,”he
dedi
said,glancingatDaisyandthen
geri
backatme,asifhewerealertfor
şey
somethingmore.
“I’dbeaGoddamnedfoolto
yaşamak
liveanywhereelse.”
Atthispoint
Bayan
MissBakersaid:
“Absolutely!”
withsuchsuddennessthatIstarted—itwasthe
ilk
firstwordshehaduttered
beri
sinceIcameintothe
odaya
room.
Evidentlyitsurprisedherasmuchasitdid
beni
me,forsheyawnedandwith
bir
aseriesofrapid,deftmovementsstoodupintothe
odaya
room.
“I’mstiff,”shecomplained,“I’vebeen
uzanıyorum
lyingonthatsofaforaslongasIcanremember.”
“Don’tlookatme,”Daisyretorted,“I’vebeentryingtogetyoutoNewYorkallafternoon.”
“No,thanks,”
dedi
saidMissBakertothe
dört
fourcocktailsjustinfromthepantry.
“I’mabsolutelyintraining.”
Herhost
baktı
lookedatherincredulously.
“Youare!”
Hetookdownhis
içti
drinkasifitwere
bir
adropinthebottomof
bir
aglass.
“Howyoueverget
şey
anythingdoneisbeyondme.”
I
baktım
lookedatMissBaker,wonderingwhatitwasshe“gotdone.”
Ienjoyedlookingat
ona
her.
Shewasaslender,small-breastedgirl,
ile
withanerectcarriage,whichsheaccentuatedbythrowingherbodybackwardattheshoulders
gibi
likeayoungcadet.
Hergreysun-strainedeyes
baktı
lookedbackatmewithpolitereciprocalcuriosityoutof
bir
awan,charming,discontentedface.
Itoccurredtome
şimdi
nowthatIhadseen
onu
her,orapictureof
onu
her,somewherebefore.
“YouliveinWestEgg,”sheremarkedcontemptuously.
“I
tanıyorum
knowsomebodythere.”
“Idon’tknow
bir
asingle—”.
“YoumustknowGatsby.”
“Gatsby?”
demandedDaisy.
“WhatGatsby?”
Önce
BeforeIcouldreplythathewasmyneighbourdinnerwasannounced;
wedginghistensearmimperativelyunder
benim
mine,TomBuchanancompelledmefromtheroomasthoughhewere
taşıyormuş
movingacheckertoanothersquare.
Slenderly,languidly,theirhandssetlightlyontheirhips,the
iki
twoyoungwomenprecededusoutonto
bir
arosy-colouredporch,opentowardthesunset,where
dört
fourcandlesflickeredonthetableinthediminishedwind.
“Whycandles?”
objectedDaisy,frowning.
Shesnappedthemoutwithherfingers.
“Intwoweeksit’llbethelongest
günü
dayintheyear.”
She
baktı
lookedatusallradiantly.
“Doyoualwayswatchforthelongestdayofthe
yılın
yearandthenmissit?
I
her zaman
alwayswatchforthelongestdayinthe
yılın
yearandthenmissit.”
“Weoughttoplansomething,”yawned
Bayan
MissBaker,sittingdownatthetableasifsheweregettingintobed.
“Allright,”
dedi
saidDaisy.
“What’llweplan?”
Sheturnedtomehelplessly:
“Whatdopeopleplan?”
Önce
BeforeIcouldanswerhereyesfastenedwith
bir
anawedexpressiononher
küçük
littlefinger.
“Look!”
shecomplained;
“I
incittim
hurtit.”
Wealllooked—theknucklewas
siyah
blackandblue.
“Youdidit,Tom,”she
dedi
saidaccusingly.
“Iknowyoudidn’tmeanto,
ama
butyoudiddoit.
That’swhatI
alıyorum
getformarryingabruteof
bir
aman,agreat,big,hulkingphysicalspecimenofa—”.
“I
nefret
hatethatword‘hulking,’ ”objectedTomcrossly,“eveninkidding.”
“Hulking,”insistedDaisy.
Bazen
SometimessheandMissBakertalkedatonce,unobtrusively
ve
andwithabanteringinconsequencethatwasneverquitechatter,thatwasas
serin
coolastheirwhitedresses
ve
andtheirimpersonaleyesintheabsenceof
tüm
alldesire.
Theywerehere,
ve
andtheyacceptedTomand
beni
me,makingonlyapolitepleasantefforttoentertain
ya da
ortobeentertained.
They
biliyorlardı
knewthatpresentlydinnerwouldbeover
ve
andalittlelatertheevening
da
toowouldbeoverandcasuallyputaway.
ItwassharplydifferentfromtheWest,whereaneveningwashurriedfromphasetophasetowardsitsclose,inacontinuallydisappointedanticipation
ya da
orelseinsheernervousdreadofthe
anın
momentitself.
“Youmakemefeeluncivilized,Daisy,”Iconfessedonmy
ikinci
secondglassofcorkybutratherimpressiveclaret.
“Can’tyoutalk
hakkında
aboutcropsorsomething?”
Imeantnothinginparticularbythisremark,
ama
butitwastakenupin
bir
anunexpectedway.
“Civilization’sgoingtopieces,”brokeoutTomviolently.
“I’vegottentobe
bir
aterriblepessimistaboutthings.
Haveyou
okudun
readTheRiseoftheColouredEmpiresbythismanGoddard?”
“Why,no,”I
yanıtladım
answered,rathersurprisedbyhistone.
“Well,it’s
bir
afinebook,andeverybodyoughttoreadit.
The
fikir
ideaisifwedon’tlookoutthe
beyaz
whiteracewillbe—willbeutterlysubmerged.
It’sallscientificstuff;
it’sbeenproved.”