《了不起的盖茨比·Chapter VI》第9节
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.
注释摘要
斯隆先生和那位女士径自走下台阶翻身上马，对汤姆说了声“走吧，来不及了”，又转向我，丢下一句“告诉他我们没法等了”——这个“他”指的是盖茨比。随后汤姆和我握了手，其余人冷冷点了点头，蹄声嘚嘚消失在八月的枝叶深处。这时盖茨比才拿着帽子和薄外套从前门出来，刚好扑了个空。 这短短一段藏着极冷酷的阶级现实。斯隆女士两杯高球酒下肚后忽然热情洋溢，主动邀请盖茨比去她家吃…