《了不起的盖茨比·Chapter VI》第13节
“Speak for yourself!” cried Miss Baedeker violently. “Your hand shakes. I wouldn’t let you operate on me!” It was like that. Almost the last thing I remember was standing with Daisy and watching the moving-picture director and his Star. They were still under the white-plum tree and their faces were touching except for a pale, thin ray of moonlight between. It occurred to me that he had been very slowly bending toward her all evening to attain this proximity, and even while I watched I saw him stoop one ultimate degree and kiss at her cheek. “I like her,” said Daisy, “I think she’s lovely.” But the rest offended her—and inarguably because it wasn’t a gesture but an emotion. She was appalled by West Egg, this unprecedented “place” that Broadway had begotten upon a Long Island fishing village—appalled by its raw vigour that chafed under the old euphemisms and by the too obtrusive fate that herded its inhabitants along a shortcut from nothing to nothing. She saw something awful in the very simplicity she failed to understand. I sat on the front steps with them while they waited for their car. It was dark here in front; only the bright door sent ten square feet of light volleying out into the soft black morning. Sometimes a shadow moved against a dressing-room blind above, gave way to another shadow, an indefinite procession of shadows, who rouged and powdered in an invisible glass.
注释摘要
在醉醺醺的争吵中，Miss Baedeker 回击了 Doctor Civet 的挖苦：刚才这医生说她喝多了就尖叫，劝她戒酒，现在她反过来指责医生手抖，不配做手术。这几句斗嘴让你看到这派对上的人彼此之间毫无真正的善意，所谓的关心只是打趣和拆台。尼克用一句“It was like that”把这整场喧闹轻轻带过，意思是整晚都是这种调调，不值再多费笔墨。 随后…