《了不起的盖茨比·Chapter VII》第15节
In one of the windows over the garage the curtains had been moved aside a little, and Myrtle Wilson was peering down at the car. So engrossed was she that she had no consciousness of being observed, and one emotion after another crept into her face like objects into a slowly developing picture. Her expression was curiously familiar—it was an expression I had often seen on women’s faces, but on Myrtle Wilson’s face it seemed purposeless and inexplicable until I realized that her eyes, wide with jealous terror, were fixed not on Tom, but on Jordan Baker, whom she took to be his wife. ------------------------------------------------------------------------ There is no confusion like the confusion of a simple mind, and as we drove away Tom was feeling the hot whips of panic. His wife and his mistress, until an hour ago secure and inviolate, were slipping precipitately from his control. Instinct made him step on the accelerator with the double purpose of overtaking Daisy and leaving Wilson behind, and we sped along toward Astoria at fifty miles an hour, until, among the spidery girders of the elevated, we came in sight of the easygoing blue coupé. “Those big movies around Fiftieth Street are cool,” suggested Jordan. “I love New York on summer afternoons when everyone’s away. There’s something very sensuous about it—overripe, as if all sorts of funny fruits were going to fall into your hands.”
注释摘要
这一节从一个偷窥的瞬间开始，然后迅速切换为疾驰的汽车和一段令人难忘的都市告白。 尼克注意到，在修车铺楼上的一扇窗户里，帘子被悄悄拨开了一点，梅朵·威尔逊正朝下盯着他们那辆车看。她看得太投入了，完全没有意识到自己也被别人注视着。菲茨杰拉德此时用了一个极其精准的比喻来形容她脸色的变化：一种接一种的情绪悄悄爬到她脸上，"就像物体慢慢显现在一张显影的照片上"。不是…