«Великий Гэтсби» и другие лучшие произведения Ф.С. Фицджеральда

It understood you just so far as you wanted to be understood, believed in you as you would like to believe in yourself, and assured you that it had precisely the impression of you that, at your best, you hoped to convey. Precisely at that point it vanished – and I was looking at an elegant young rough-neck, a year or two over thirty, whose elaborate formality of speech just missed being absurd. Some time before he introduced himself I’d got a strong impression that he was picking his words with care.

Almost at the moment when Mr.

�If you want anything just ask for it, old sport,’ he urged me. �Excuse me. I will rejoin you later.’

When he was gone I turned immediately to Jordan constrained to assure her of my surprise. I had expected that Mr. Gatsby would be a florid and corpulent person in his middle years.

�Who is he?’ I demanded. �Do you know?’

�He’s just a man named Gatsby.’

�Where is he from, I mean? And what does he do?’

�Now you’re started on the subject,’ she answered with a wan smile. �Well, he told me once he was an Oxford man.’

A dim background started to take shape behind him, but at her next remark it faded away.

�However, I don’t believe it.’

�Why not?’

�I don’t know,’ she insisted, �I just don’t think he went there.

Something in her tone reminded me of the other girl’s �I think he killed a man’, and had the effect of stimulating my curiosity. I would have accepted without question the information that Gatsby sprang from the swamps of Louisiana or from the lower East Side of New York. That was comprehensible. But young men didn’t – at least in my provincial inexperience I believed they didn’t – drift coolly out of nowhere and buy a palace on Long Island Sound.

�Anyhow, he gives large parties,’ said Jordan, changing the subject with an urban distaste for the concrete. �And I like large parties. They’re so intimate. At small parties there isn’t any privacy.”

There was the boom of a bass drum, and the voice of the orchestra leader rang out suddenly above the echolalia of the garden.

�Ladies and gentlemen,’ he cried. �At the request of Mr. Gatsby we are going to play for you Mr.