《了不起的盖茨比·Chapter II》第5节
“Oh, sure,” agreed Wilson hurriedly, and went toward the little office, mingling immediately with the cement colour of the walls. A white ashen dust veiled his dark suit and his pale hair as it veiled everything in the vicinity—except his wife, who moved close to Tom. “I want to see you,” said Tom intently. “Get on the next train.” “All right.” “I’ll meet you by the newsstand on the lower level.” She nodded and moved away from him just as George Wilson emerged with two chairs from his office door. We waited for her down the road and out of sight. It was a few days before the Fourth of July, and a grey, scrawny Italian child was setting torpedoes in a row along the railroad track. “Terrible place, isn’t it,” said Tom, exchanging a frown with Doctor Eckleburg. “Awful.” “It does her good to get away.” “Doesn’t her husband object?” “Wilson? He thinks she goes to see her sister in New York. He’s so dumb he doesn’t know he’s alive.” So Tom Buchanan and his girl and I went up together to New York—or not quite together, for Mrs. Wilson sat discreetly in another car. Tom deferred that much to the sensibilities of those East Eggers who might be on the train.
注释摘要
威尔逊这一声急切的答应，衬得汤姆方才那句冷冰冰的威胁格外刺耳。他匆忙走向办公室，菲茨杰拉德用了一个几乎是视觉上消失的短语——他立刻跟墙壁的水泥颜色混为一体。这间车行的穷酸不是装饰问题，而是一种吞没人形的灰白。随后那句话是个精巧的对照：白灰尘像一层纱覆盖了威尔逊的黑西装和浅色头发，覆盖了周围的一切——唯独没有覆盖他的妻子。灰尘懂得阶级，它放过默特尔，因为她正…