《了不起的盖茨比·Chapter VII》第9节
His hand, trembling with his effort at self-control, bore to his lips the last of his glass of ale. Daisy’s voice got us to our feet and out on to the blazing gravel drive. “Are we just going to go?” she objected. “Like this? Aren’t we going to let anyone smoke a cigarette first?” “Everybody smoked all through lunch.” “Oh, let’s have fun,” she begged him. “It’s too hot to fuss.” He didn’t answer. “Have it your own way,” she said. “Come on, Jordan.” They went upstairs to get ready while we three men stood there shuffling the hot pebbles with our feet. A silver curve of the moon hovered already in the western sky. Gatsby started to speak, changed his mind, but not before Tom wheeled and faced him expectantly. “Have you got your stables here?” asked Gatsby with an effort. “About a quarter of a mile down the road.” “Oh.” A pause. “I don’t see the idea of going to town,” broke out Tom savagely. “Women get these notions in their heads—” “Shall we take anything to drink?” called Daisy from an upper window. “I’ll get some whisky,” answered Tom. He went inside. Gatsby turned to me rigidly:
注释摘要
汤姆那只端着酒杯的手正在发抖——菲茨杰拉德没有直接写他愤怒或嫉妒，而是让读者从那只控制不住的手上看到全部真相。他竭力在维持体面，但身体的反应已经出卖了他。最后一口麦芽酒被送到唇边，像是在用喝酒这个动作堵住自己即将爆发的脾气。 黛西在这个时候开口了，她的声音把众人从餐桌边拽起来，拉到外面“炙热的碎石车道上”。这个词组非常准——“炙热”回扣这一整章反复铺陈的酷…