《了不起的盖茨比·Chapter VII》第30节
So naturally Michaelis tried to find out what had happened, but Wilson wouldn’t say a word—instead he began to throw curious, suspicious glances at his visitor and ask him what he’d been doing at certain times on certain days. Just as the latter was getting uneasy, some workmen came past the door bound for his restaurant, and Michaelis took the opportunity to get away, intending to come back later. But he didn’t. He supposed he forgot to, that’s all. When he came outside again, a little after seven, he was reminded of the conversation because he heard Mrs. Wilson’s voice, loud and scolding, downstairs in the garage. “Beat me!” he heard her cry. “Throw me down and beat me, you dirty little coward!” A moment later she rushed out into the dusk, waving her hands and shouting—before he could move from his door the business was over. The “death car” as the newspapers called it, didn’t stop; it came out of the gathering darkness, wavered tragically for a moment, and then disappeared around the next bend. Mavro Michaelis wasn’t even sure of its colour—he told the first policeman that it was light green. The other car, the one going toward New York, came to rest a hundred yards beyond, and its driver hurried back to where Myrtle Wilson, her life violently extinguished, knelt in the road and mingled her thick dark blood with the dust.
注释摘要
这段文字像一声闷雷，把我们从纽约广场饭店那场精神角力中猛然拽回灰烬之谷的尘土里。 字面上，叙述者尼克在此切换到了一种事后拼凑的口吻。所有信息都来自那位希腊裔年轻人米凯利斯在死因聆讯中的证词。米凯利斯去探望病中的乔治·威尔逊，却发现威尔逊极度反常——他不再是以往那个被生活耗尽、对谁都客气地干笑的男人。他紧锁房门，把妻子默特尔关在楼上，声称“后天就要搬走”，同…