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

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�She has a big dinner party and he won’t know a soul there,’ he frowned. �I wonder where in the devil he met Daisy. By God, I may be old-fashioned in my ideas, but women run around too much these days to suit me. They meet all kinds of crazy fish.’

Suddenly Mr. Sloane and the lady walked down the steps and mounted their horses.

�Come on,’ said Mr. Sloane to Tom, �we’re late. We’ve got to go.’ And then to me: �Tell him we couldn’t wait, will you?’

Tom and I shook hands, the rest of us exchanged a cool nod, and they trotted quickly down the drive, disappearing under the August foliage just as Gatsby, with hat and light overcoat in hand, came out the front door.

Tom was evidently perturbed at Daisy’s running around alone, for on the following Saturday night he came with her to Gatsby’s party. Perhaps his presence gave the evening its peculiar quality of oppressiveness – it stands out in my memory from Gatsby’s other parties that summer.

There were the same people, or at least the same sort of people, the same profusion of champagne, the same many-coloured, many-keyed commotion, but I felt an unpleasantness in the air, a pervading harshness that hadn’t been there before.

Or perhaps I had merely grown used to it, grown to accept West Egg as a world complete in itself, with its own standards and its own great figures, second to nothing because it had no consciousness of being so, and now I was looking at it again, through Daisy’s eyes. It is invariably saddening to look through new eyes at things upon which you have expended your own powers of adjustment.

They arrived at twilight, and, as we strolled out among the sparkling hundreds, Daisy’s voice was playing murmurous tricks in her throat.

�These things excite me so,’ she whispered. �If you want to kiss me any time during the evening, Nick, just let me know and I’ll be glad to arrange it for you. Just mention my name. Or present a green card. I’m giving out green —’

�Look around,’ suggested Gatsby.

�I’m looking around. I’m having a marvelous —’

�You must see the faces of many people you’ve heard about.’

Tom’s arrogant eyes roamed the crowd.

�We don’t go around very much,’ he said; �in fact, I was just thinking I don’t know a soul here.’

�Perhaps you know that lady,’ Gatsby indicated a gorgeous, scarcely human orchid of a woman who sat in state under a white-plum tree.