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

You can hold your tongue and, moreover, you can time any little irregularity of your own so that everybody else is so blind that they don’t see or care. Perhaps Daisy never went in for amour at all – and yet there’s something in that voice of hers…

Well, about six weeks ago, she heard the name Gatsby for the first time in years. It was when I asked you – do you remember? – if you knew Gatsby in West Egg. After you had gone home she came into my room and woke me up, and said �What Gatsby?’ and when I described him – I was half asleep – she said in the strangest voice that it must be the man she used to know.

It wasn’t until then that I connected this Gatsby with the officer in her white car.

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When Jordan Baker had finished telling all this we had left the Plaza for half an hour and were driving in a victoria through Central Park. The sun had gone down behind the tall apartments of the movie stars in the West Fifties, and the clear voices of children, already gathered like crickets on the grass, rose through the hot twilight:

�I’m the Sheik of Araby.

Your love belongs to me.

At night when you’re asleep

Into your tent I’ll creep —’

�It was a strange coincidence,’ I said.

�But it wasn’t a coincidence at all.’

�Why not?’

�Gatsby bought that house so that Daisy would be just across the bay.’

Then it had not been merely the stars to which he had aspired on that June night.

He came alive to me, delivered suddenly from the womb of his purposeless splendour.

�He wants to know,’ continued Jordan, �if you’ll invite Daisy to your house some afternoon and then let him come over.’

The modesty of the demand shook me. He had waited five years and bought a mansion where he dispensed starlight to casual moths – so that he could �come over’ some afternoon to a stranger’s garden.

�Did I have to know all this before he could ask such a little thing?’

�He’s afraid, he’s waited so long.

He thought you might be offended. You see, he’s regular tough underneath it all.’

Something worried me.

�Why didn’t he ask you to arrange a meeting?’

�He wants her to see his house,’ she explained. �And your house is right next door.’

�Oh!’

�I think he half expected her to wander into one of his parties, some night,’ went on Jordan, �but she never did.