Великий Гэтсби / The Great Gatsby

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�We ought to plan something,’ yawned Miss Baker, sitting down at the table as if she were getting into bed.

�All right,’ said Daisy. �What’ll we plan?’ She turned to me helplessly: �What do people plan?’

Before I could answer her eyes fastened with an awed expression on her little finger.

�Look!’ she complained; �I hurt it.’

We all looked – the knuckle was black and blue.

�You did it, Tom,’ she said accusingly. �I know you didn’t mean to, but you did do it .

That’s what I get for marrying a brute of a man, a great, big, hulking physical specimen of a –’

�I hate that word hulking,’ objected Tom crossly, �even in kidding.’

�Hulking,’ insisted Daisy.

Sometimes she and Miss Baker talked at once, unobtrusively and with a bantering inconsequence that was never quite chatter that was as cool as their white dresses and their impersonal eyes in the absence of all desire. They were here, and they accepted Tom and me, making only a polite pleasant effort to entertain or to be entertained.

They knew that presently dinner would be over and a little later the evening too would be over and casually put away. It was sharply different from the West, where an evening was hurried from phase to phase towards its close, in a continually disappointed anticipation or else in sheer nervous dread of the moment itself.

�You make me feel uncivilized, Daisy,’ I confessed on my second glass of corky but rather impressive claret[20 - claret – красное вино типа бордо, известно в Европе со времен Древнего Рима].

�Can’t you talk about crops or something?’

I meant nothing in particular by this remark, but it was taken up in an unexpected way.

�Civilization’s going to pieces,’ broke out Tom violently. �I’ve gotten to be a terrible pessimist about things. Have you read “The Rise of the Coloured Empires” by this man Goddard?’

�Why, no,’ I answered, rather surprised by his tone.

�Well, it’s a fine book, and everybody ought to read it. The idea is if we don’t look out the white race will be – will be utterly submerged. It’s all scientific stuff; it’s been proved.’

�Tom’s getting very profound,’ said Daisy, with an expression of unthoughtful sadness. �He reads deep books with long words in them.