《了不起的盖茨比·Chapter II》第3节
I followed him over a low whitewashed railroad fence, and we walked back a hundred yards along the road under Doctor Eckleburg’s persistent stare. The only building in sight was a small block of yellow brick sitting on the edge of the waste land, a sort of compact Main Street ministering to it, and contiguous to absolutely nothing. One of the three shops it contained was for rent and another was an all-night restaurant, approached by a trail of ashes; the third was a garage—Repairs. George B. Wilson. Cars bought and sold.—and I followed Tom inside. The interior was unprosperous and bare; the only car visible was the dust-covered wreck of a Ford which crouched in a dim corner. It had occurred to me that this shadow of a garage must be a blind, and that sumptuous and romantic apartments were concealed overhead, when the proprietor himself appeared in the door of an office, wiping his hands on a piece of waste. He was a blond, spiritless man, anaemic, and faintly handsome. When he saw us a damp gleam of hope sprang into his light blue eyes. “Hello, Wilson, old man,” said Tom, slapping him jovially on the shoulder. “How’s business?”
注释摘要
尼克跟着汤姆跨过一道低矮的、刷了白灰的铁路栅栏，沿着公路往回走了一百码。此刻他们头顶上，T·J·埃克尔堡大夫那双巨大的蓝色眼睛正从广告牌上“执着地凝视”（persistent stare）着这片荒地。这个“persistent”用得很关键——那双眼睛不是偶然扫过，而是一直盯着，给整段行走笼上一层无法摆脱的、被审视的阴森感。 接下来，叙述者尼克的目光扫过这片…