《了不起的盖茨比·Chapter VII》第14节
The coupé flashed by us with a flurry of dust and the flash of a waving hand. “What do I owe you?” demanded Tom harshly. “I just got wised up to something funny the last two days,” remarked Wilson. “That’s why I want to get away. That’s why I been bothering you about the car.” “What do I owe you?” “Dollar twenty.” The relentless beating heat was beginning to confuse me and I had a bad moment there before I realized that so far his suspicions hadn’t alighted on Tom. He had discovered that Myrtle had some sort of life apart from him in another world, and the shock had made him physically sick. I stared at him and then at Tom, who had made a parallel discovery less than an hour before—and it occurred to me that there was no difference between men, in intelligence or race, so profound as the difference between the sick and the well. Wilson was so sick that he looked guilty, unforgivably guilty—as if he had just got some poor girl with child. “I’ll let you have that car,” said Tom. “I’ll send it over tomorrow afternoon.” That locality was always vaguely disquieting, even in the broad glare of afternoon, and now I turned my head as though I had been warned of something behind. Over the ash-heaps the giant eyes of Doctor T. J. Eckleburg kept their vigil, but I perceived, after a moment, that other eyes were regarding us with peculiar intensity from less than twenty feet away.
注释摘要
那辆蓝色小轿车从我们旁边疾驰而过，带起一阵尘土，车里有人挥了挥手。就这么一个简单的镜头，菲茨杰拉德处理得极其利落——那辆车一闪而过，几乎像个信号，告诉我们黛西和盖茨比已经进入了另一个轨道，而汤姆正在加油站的尘土里被甩在后面。紧接着，汤姆粗暴地问该付多少钱，这句话他重复了两遍，说明他根本没在听威尔逊说话。威尔逊此刻讲的是一件对他而言致命的事情：他说自己最近两…