《了不起的盖茨比·Chapter VII》第7节
“Come outside,” he suggested to Gatsby, “I’d like you to have a look at the place.” I went with them out to the veranda. On the green Sound, stagnant in the heat, one small sail crawled slowly toward the fresher sea. Gatsby’s eyes followed it momentarily; he raised his hand and pointed across the bay. “I’m right across from you.” “So you are.” Our eyes lifted over the rose-beds and the hot lawn and the weedy refuse of the dog-days alongshore. Slowly the white wings of the boat moved against the blue cool limit of the sky. Ahead lay the scalloped ocean and the abounding blessed isles. “There’s sport for you,” said Tom, nodding. “I’d like to be out there with him for about an hour.” We had luncheon in the dining-room, darkened too against the heat, and drank down nervous gaiety with the cold ale. “What’ll we do with ourselves this afternoon?” cried Daisy, “and the day after that, and the next thirty years?” “Don’t be morbid,” Jordan said. “Life starts all over again when it gets crisp in the fall.” “But it’s so hot,” insisted Daisy, on the verge of tears, “and everything’s so confused. Let’s all go to town!”
注释摘要
汤姆这句邀请，说得像主人展示领地。他让盖茨比“看看这地方”，语气里全是拥有者的从容。三人走到门廊上，眼前是一片绿色的湾流，热浪里水面凝滞不动，只有一只小白帆缓慢地朝外海爬。菲茨杰拉德用一个“爬”字把时间的黏稠感钉在了纸上。盖茨比的目光追着那帆看了片刻，然后抬手一指对岸——“我就在你正对面。”汤姆随口应道：“可不是。” 这两句对话淡得像寒暄，底下却全是文章。…