《了不起的盖茨比·Chapter I》第21节
------------------------------------------------------------------------ Inside, the crimson room bloomed with light. Tom and Miss Baker sat at either end of the long couch and she read aloud to him from the Saturday Evening Post—the words, murmurous and uninflected, running together in a soothing tune. The lamplight, bright on his boots and dull on the autumn-leaf yellow of her hair, glinted along the paper as she turned a page with a flutter of slender muscles in her arms. When we came in she held us silent for a moment with a lifted hand. “To be continued,” she said, tossing the magazine on the table, “in our very next issue.” Her body asserted itself with a restless movement of her knee, and she stood up. “Ten o’clock,” she remarked, apparently finding the time on the ceiling. “Time for this good girl to go to bed.” “Jordan’s going to play in the tournament tomorrow,” explained Daisy, “over at Westchester.” “Oh—you’re Jordan Baker.” I knew now why her face was familiar—its pleasing contemptuous expression had looked out at me from many rotogravure pictures of the sporting life at Asheville and Hot Springs and Palm Beach. I had heard some story of her too, a critical, unpleasant story, but what it was I had forgotten long ago.
注释摘要
走进屋内的这一刻，客厅里的气氛与刚才晚餐桌上的紧张、破碎形成了一种刻意维持的静谧。那个深红色的房间“bloomed with light”——如花朵般绽放出光芒，这个动词让灯光有了生命，仿佛这间屋子正在炫耀它的华丽与温暖。汤姆和贝克小姐分坐在长沙发的两端，她正在为他朗读《星期六晚邮报》。这份杂志在当时是一份发行量巨大的通俗周刊，面向中产阶级家庭，刊登小说、…