《了不起的盖茨比·Chapter VII》第29节
So we drove on toward death through the cooling twilight. ------------------------------------------------------------------------ The young Greek, Michaelis, who ran the coffee joint beside the ash-heaps was the principal witness at the inquest. He had slept through the heat until after five, when he strolled over to the garage, and found George Wilson sick in his office—really sick, pale as his own pale hair and shaking all over. Michaelis advised him to go to bed, but Wilson refused, saying that he’d miss a lot of business if he did. While his neighbour was trying to persuade him a violent racket broke out overhead. “I’ve got my wife locked in up there,” explained Wilson calmly. “She’s going to stay there till the day after tomorrow, and then we’re going to move away.” Michaelis was astonished; they had been neighbours for four years, and Wilson had never seemed faintly capable of such a statement. Generally he was one of these worn-out men: when he wasn’t working, he sat on a chair in the doorway and stared at the people and the cars that passed along the road. When anyone spoke to him he invariably laughed in an agreeable, colourless way. He was his wife’s man and not his own.
注释摘要
那句话像一个休止符，又像一句墓志铭。 "So we drove on toward death through the cooling twilight." 这一句单独成段，被前后两条空白线隔开，在排版上就具备了某种仪式感。尼克、乔丹和汤姆正从曼哈顿驱车返回长岛，而在他们前方——他们尚不知情——灰烬之谷里有一场死亡正在酝酿。"cooling twiligh…