《了不起的盖茨比·Chapter VII》第40节
Daisy and Tom were sitting opposite each other at the kitchen table, with a plate of cold fried chicken between them, and two bottles of ale. He was talking intently across the table at her, and in his earnestness his hand had fallen upon and covered her own. Once in a while she looked up at him and nodded in agreement. They weren’t happy, and neither of them had touched the chicken or the ale—and yet they weren’t unhappy either. There was an unmistakable air of natural intimacy about the picture, and anybody would have said that they were conspiring together. As I tiptoed from the porch I heard my taxi feeling its way along the dark road toward the house. Gatsby was waiting where I had left him in the drive. “Is it all quiet up there?” he asked anxiously. “Yes, it’s all quiet.” I hesitated. “You’d better come home and get some sleep.” He shook his head. “I want to wait here till Daisy goes to bed. Good night, old sport.” He put his hands in his coat pockets and turned back eagerly to his scrutiny of the house, as though my presence marred the sacredness of the vigil. So I walked away and left him standing there in the moonlight—watching over nothing.
注释摘要
尼克此刻做了一件极不光彩却又极具洞察力的事：他偷窥。他绕过门廊，找到一个窗台上的缝隙，看到的不是争吵，不是眼泪，而是一幅令人毛骨悚然的平静画面。黛西和汤姆坐在厨房的餐桌旁，桌上摆着一盘冷掉的炸鸡和两瓶艾尔啤酒。这是典型的美国中上阶级的食物与饮品——朴素、实在、不精致，与盖茨比派对上的香槟和异国菜肴完全属于两个世界。 汤姆正热切地隔着桌子对她说话，他的诚恳体…