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

�I feel far away from her,’ he said. �It’s hard to make her understand.’

�You mean about the dance?’

�The dance?’ He dismissed all the dances he had given with a snap of his fingers. �Old sport, the dance is unimportant.’

He wanted nothing less of Daisy than that she should go to Tom and say: �I never loved you.’ After she had obliterated four years with that sentence they could decide upon the more practical measures to be taken. One of them was that, after she was free, they were to go back to Louisville and be married from her house – just as if it were five years ago.

�And she doesn’t understand,’ he said. �She used to be able to understand. We’d sit for hours – ’

He broke off and began to walk up and down a desolate path of fruit rinds and discarded favours and crushed flowers.

�I wouldn’t ask too much of her,’ I ventured. �You can’t repeat the past.’

�Can’t repeat the past?’ he cried incredulously.

�Why of course you can!’

He looked around him wildly, as if the past were lurking here in the shadow of his house, just out of reach of this hand.

�I’m going to fix everything just the way it was before,’ he said, nodding determinedly. �She’ll see.’

He talked a lot about the past, and I gathered that he wanted to recover something, some idea of himself perhaps, that had gone into loving Daisy. His life had been confused and disordered since then, but if he could once return to a certain starting place and go over it all slowly, he could find out what that thing was…

One autumn night, five years before, they had been walking down the street when the leaves were falling, and they came to a place where there were no trees and the sidewalk was white with moonlight.

They stopped here and turned toward each other. Now it was a cool night with that mysterious excitement in it which comes at the two changes of the year. The quiet lights in the houses were humming out into the darkness and there was a stir and bustle among the stars. Out of the corner of his eye Gatsby saw that the blocks of the sidewalks really formed a ladder and mounted to a secret place above the trees – he could climb to it, if he climbed alone, and once there he could suck on the pap of life, gulp down the incomparable milk of wonder.

His heart beat faster and faster as Daisy’s white face came up to his own.