《了不起的盖茨比·Chapter VII》第19节
The music had died down as the ceremony began and now a long cheer floated in at the window, followed by intermittent cries of “Yea—ea—ea!” and finally by a burst of jazz as the dancing began. “We’re getting old,” said Daisy. “If we were young we’d rise and dance.” “Remember Biloxi,” Jordan warned her. “Where’d you know him, Tom?” “Biloxi?” He concentrated with an effort. “I didn’t know him. He was a friend of Daisy’s.” “He was not,” she denied. “I’d never seen him before. He came down in the private car.” “Well, he said he knew you. He said he was raised in Louisville. Asa Bird brought him around at the last minute and asked if we had room for him.” Jordan smiled. “He was probably bumming his way home. He told me he was president of your class at Yale.” Tom and I looked at each other blankly. “Biloxi?” “First place, we didn’t have any president—” Gatsby’s foot beat a short, restless tattoo and Tom eyed him suddenly. “By the way, Mr. Gatsby, I understand you’re an Oxford man.” “Not exactly.” “Oh, yes, I understand you went to Oxford.” “Yes—I went there.” A pause. Then Tom’s voice, incredulous and insulting:
注释摘要
楼下婚礼的乐曲消歇，一阵长长的欢呼声从窗口涌进来，接着是断断续续的欢呼，最后爵士乐炸开，跳舞开始了。黛西脱口而出的那句话——“我们老了”——在此刻听来远不止是一句社交场上的轻叹。这群人被困在 Plaza 酒店闷热的套房里，楼下的音乐和欢腾像另一个世界的潮水，拍打着他们这间屋子的墙壁，却进不来。黛西说，如果还年轻，他们会起身跳舞。这话在一个多小时前她刚当众亲…