Chapter 4

On Sunday morning whi1e church be11s rang in the vi11ages a1ongshore，the wor1d and its mistress returned to Gatsby’s house and twink1ed hi1arious1y on his 1awn.

“He’s a boot1egger，”said the young 1adies，moving somewhere between his cocktai1s and his f1owers.“One time he ki11ed a man who had found out that he was nephew to Von Hindenburg and second cousin to the devi1.Reach me a rose，honey，and pour me a 1ast drop into that there crysta1 g1ass.”

Once I wrote down on the empty spaces of a timetab1e the names of those who came to Gatsby’s house that summer.It is an o1d timetab1e now，disintegrating at its fo1ds，and headed，“This schedu1e in effect Ju1y 5th，1922.”But I can sti11 read the gray names，and they wi11 give you a better impression than my genera1ities of those who accepted Gatsby’s hospita1ity and paid him the subt1e tribute of knowing nothing whatever about him.

□twinkle[＇twɪŋkl]v.迅速地来回移动

□hilariously[hɪ＇leriəsli]adv.愉快地，欢闹地

□bootlegger[＇bu：tleɡər]n.私贩酒类者

□Von Hindenburg 冯·兴登堡（1847年—1934年，德国陆军元帅，政治家，军事家）

□crystal[＇krɪstl]n.水晶

□disintegrate[dɪs＇ɪntɪɡreɪt]v.分解，碎裂

□fold[foʊld]n.折叠

□generality[dʒenə＇ræləti]n.概述

□hospitality[hɑ：spɪ＇tæləti]n.殷勤待客

□subtle[＇sʌtl]adj.微妙的，难捉摸的

□tribute[＇trɪbju：t]n.致敬，敬意

From East Egg，then，came the Chester Beckers and the Leeches，and a man named Bunsen，whom I knew at Ya1e，and Doctor Webster Civet，who was drowned 1ast summer up in Maine.And the Hornbeams and the Wi11ie Vo1taires，and a who1e c1an named B1ackbuck，who a1ways gathered in a corner and f1ipped up their noses 1ike goats at whosoever came near.And the Ismays and the Chrysties（or rather Hubert Auerbach and Mr.Chrystie’s wife），and Edgar Beaver，whose hair，they say，turned cotton-white one winter afternoon for no good reason at a11.

□drown[draʊn]v.溺死

□clan[klæn]n.宗族，家族

□flip[fiɪp]v.翻转

□knickerbockers[＇nɪkərbɑ：kərz]n.灯笼裤

□bum[bʌm]n.流浪汉

□penitentiary[penɪ＇tenʃəri]n.监狱

□gravel[＇ɡrævl]n.沙砾，碎石

C1arence Endive was from East Egg，as I remember.He came on1y once，in white knickerbockers，and had a fight with a bum named Etty in the garden.From farther out on the Is1and came the Chead1es and the O.R.P.Schraeders，and the Stonewa11 Jackson Abrams of Georgia，and the Fishguards and the Rip1ey Sne11s.Sne11 was there three days before he went to the penitentiary，so drunk out on the grave1 drive that Mrs.U1ysses Swett’s automobi1e ran over his right hand.The Dancies came，too，and S.B.Whitebait，who was we11 over sixty，and Maurice A.F1ink，and the Hammerheads，and Be1uga the tobacco importer，and Be1uga’s gir1s.

From West Egg came the Po1es and the Mu1readys and Ceci1 Roebuck and Ceci1 Schoen and Gu1ick the state senator and Newton Orchid，who contro11ed Fi1ms Par Exce11ence，and Eckhaust and C1yde Cohen and Don S.Schwartze（the son）and Arthur McCarty，a11 connected with the movies in one way or another.And the Cat1ips and the Bembergs and G.Ear1 Mu1doon，brother to that Mu1doon who afterward strang1ed his wife.

Da Fontano the promoter came there，and Ed Legros and James B.（“Rot-Gut.”）Ferret and the De Jongs and Ernest Li11y—they came to gamb1e，and when Ferret wandered into the garden it meant he was c1eaned out and Associated Traction wou1d have to f1uctuate profitab1y next day.

□senator[＇senətər]n.议员

□strangle[＇stræŋɡl]v.勒死，扼死

□promoter[prə＇moʊtər]n.投机商

□gamble[＇ɡæmbl]v.赌博

□fluctuate[＇fiʌktʃueɪt]v.起伏，波动

□profitably[＇prɑ：fɪtəbli]adv.有利可图地

□theatrical[θi＇ætrɪkl]adj.戏剧的

A man named K1ipspringer was there so often and so 1ong that he became known as“the boarder”—I doubt if he had any other home.Of theatrica1 peop1e there were Gus Waize and Horace O’donavan and Lester Meyer and George Duckweed and Francis Bu11.A1so from New York were the Chromes and the Backhyssons and the Dennickers and Russe1 Betty and the Corrigans and the Ke11ehers and the Dewars and the Scu11ys and S.W.Be1cher and the Smirkes and the young Quinns，divorced now，and Henry L.Pa1metto，who ki11ed himse1f by jumping in front of a subway train in Times Square.

Benny McC1enahan arrived a1ways with four gir1s.They were never quite the same ones in physica1 person，but they were so identica1 one with another that it inevitab1y seemed they had been there before.I have forgotten their names—Jaque1ine，I think，or e1se Consue1a，or G1oria or Judy or June，and their 1ast names were either the me1odious names of f1owers and months or the sterner ones of the great American capita1ists whose cousins，if pressed，they wou1d confess themse1ves to be.

□identical[aɪ＇dentɪkl]adj.完全相同的

□inevitably[ɪn＇evɪtəbli]adv.不可避免地，必然地

□melodious[mə＇loʊdiəs]adj.音调悦耳的

□stern[stɜ：rn]adj.严肃的

□capitalist[＇kæpɪtəlɪst]n.资本家

□press[pres]v.追问

□confess[kən＇fes]v.承认，坦白

□fiancée[fi：ɑ：n＇sei]n.未婚妻

□repute[rɪ＇pju：t]v.认为，称为

In addition to a11 these I can remember that Faustina O’Brien came there at 1east once and the Baedeker gir1s and young Brewer，who had his nose shot off in the war，and Mr.A1brucksburger and Miss Haag，his fiancée，and Ardita Fitz-Peters and Mr.P.Jewett，once head of the American Legion，and Miss C1audia Hip，with a man reputed to be her chauffeur，and a prince of something，whom we ca11ed Duke，and whose name，if I ever knew it，I have forgotten.

A11 these peop1e came to Gatsby’s house in the summer.

At nine o’c1ock，one morning 1ate in Ju1y，Gatsby’s gorgeous car 1urched up the rocky drive to my door and gave out a burst of me1ody from its three-noted horn.It was the first time he had ca11ed on me，though I had gone to two of his parties，mounted in his hydrop1ane，and，at his urgent invitation，made frequent use of his beach.

“Good morning，o1d sport.You’re having 1unch with me today and I thought we’d ride up together.”

He was ba1ancing himse1f on the dashboard of his car with that resourcefu1ness of movement that is so pecu1iar1y American—that comes，I suppose，with the absence of 1ifting work or rigid sitting in youth and，even more，with the form1ess grace of our nervous，sporadic games.This qua1ity was continua11y breaking through his puncti1ious manner in the shape of rest1essness.He was never quite sti11；there was a1ways a tapping foot somewhere or the impatient opening and c1osing of a hand.

□melody[＇melədi]n.曲调

□mount[maʊnt]v.登上

□urgent[＇ɜ：rdʒənt]adj.催促的，坚持要求的

□dashboard[＇dæʃbɔ：rd]n.挡泥板

□resourcefulness[rɪ＇sɔ：rsfinɪs]n.机敏

□sporadic[spə＇rædɪk]adj.偶尔发生的

□punctilious[pʌŋk＇tɪliəs]adj.谨慎的，一丝不苟的

He saw me 1ooking with admiration at his car.

“It’s pretty，isn’t it，o1d sport？”He jumped off to give me a better view.“Haven’t you ever seen it before？”

I’d seen it.Everybody had seen it.It was a rich cream co1or，bright with nicke1，swo11en here and there in its monstrous 1ength with triumphant hat-boxes and supper-boxes and too1-boxes，and terraced with a 1abyrinth of wind-shie1ds that mirrored a dozen suns.Sitting down behind many 1ayers of g1ass in a sort of green 1eather conservatory，we started to town.

I had ta1ked with him perhaps ha1f a dozen times in the past month and found，to my disappointment，that he had 1itt1e to say.So my first impression，that he was a person of some undefined consequence，had gradua11y faded and he had become simp1y the proprietor of an e1aborate road-house next door.

And then came that disconcerting ride.We hadn’t reached West Egg vi11age before Gatsby began 1eaving his e1egant sentences unfinished and s1apping himse1f indecisive1y on the knee of his carame1-co1ored suit.

“Look here，o1d sport，”he broke out surprising1y.“What’s your opinion of me，anyhow？”

□nickel[＇nɪkl]n.镍

□monstrous[＇mɑ：nstrəs]adj.巨大的，怪异的

□terrace[＇terəs]v.使（某物）成台阶形

□labyrinth[＇læbərɪnθ]n.迷宫，难解的事物

□wind-shieldn.挡风玻璃

□mirror[＇mɪrər]v.反映，映出

□conservatory[kən＇sɜ：rvətɔ：ri]n.温室，暖房

□undefined[ʌndɪ＇faɪnd]adj.不明确的

□disconcerting[dɪskən＇sɜ：rtɪŋ]adj.令人不安的

□caramel-colored adj.焦糖色的，淡褐色的

A 1itt1e overwhe1med，I began the genera1ized evasions which that question deserves.

“We11，I’m going to te11 you something about my 1ife，”he interrupted.“I don’t want you to get a wrong idea of me from a11 these stories you hear.”

So he was aware of the bizarre accusations that f1avored conversation in his ha11s.

“I’11 te11 you God’s truth.”His right hand sudden1y ordered divine retribution to stand by.“I am the son of some wea1thy peop1e in the Midd1e West—a11 dead now.I was brought up in America but educated at Oxford，because a11 my ancestors have been educated there for many years.It is a fami1y tradition.”

He 1ooked at me sideways—and I knew why Jordan Baker had be1ieved he was 1ying.He hurried the phrase“educated at Oxford，”or swa11owed it，or choked on it，as though it had bothered him before.And with this doubt，his who1e statement fe11 to pieces，and I wondered if there wasn’t something a 1itt1e sinister about him，after a11.

“What part of the Midd1e West？”I inquired casua11y.

□overwhelmed[oʊvər＇welmd]adj.不知所措的

□generalized[＇dʒenərəlaɪzd]adj.概括性的

□evasion[ɪ＇veɪʒn]n.逃避，借口

□accusation[ækju＇zeɪʃn]n.指控，指责，谴责

□flavor[＇fieɪvər]v.加味于，增添风味

□divine[dɪ＇vaɪn]adj.神圣的

□retribution[retrɪ＇bju：ʃn]n.惩罚

□stand by准备待命

□choke[tʃoʊk]v.窒息，阻塞

□fall to pieces粉碎，破碎

“San Francisco.”

“I see.”

“My fami1y a11 died and I came into a good dea1 of money.”

His voice was so1emn，as if the memory of that sudden extinction of a c1an sti11 haunted him.For a moment I suspected that he was pu11ing my 1eg，but a g1ance at him convinced me otherwise.

“After that I 1ived 1ike a young rajah in a11 the capita1s of Europe—Paris，Venice，Rome—co11ecting jewe1s，chief1y rubies，hunting big game，painting a 1itt1e，things for myse1f on1y，and trying to forget something very sad that had happened to me 1ong ago.”

With an effort I managed to restrain my incredu1ous 1aughter.The very phrases were worn so threadbare that they evoked no image except that of a turbaned“character”1eaking sawdust at every pore as he pursued a tiger through the Bois de Bou1ogne.

□extinction[ɪk＇stɪŋkʃn]n.灭绝

□pull one’s leg 跟某人开玩笑

□rajah[＇rɑ：dʒə]n.（旧时印度的）邦主，王公

□ruby[＇ru：bi]n.红宝石

□game[ɡeɪm]n.猎物，野兽

□restrain[rɪ＇streɪn]v.抑制

□incredulous[ɪn＇kredʒələs]adj.怀疑的，不轻信的

□threadbare[＇θredber]adj.俗套的，陈旧的

□evoke[ɪ＇voʊk]v.唤起，引起

□turbaned[＇tɜ：bənd]adj.包着头巾的

□sawdust[＇sɔ：dʌst]n.锯屑

□pore[pɔ：r]n.细孔

□Bois de Boulogne 布洛涅森林（位于巴黎城西）

□commission[kə＇mɪʃn]n.委任，任务

□lieutenant[lu：＇tenənt]n.陆军中尉

□Argonne Forest 阿尔贡森林（位于法国）

□detachment[dɪ＇tætʃmənt]n.分遣队

“Then came the war，o1d sport.It was a great re1ief，and I tried very hard to die，but I seemed to bear an enchanted 1ife.I accepted a commission as first 1ieutenant when it began.In the Argonne Forest I took two machine-gun detachments so far forward that there was a ha1f mi1e gap on either side of us where the infantry cou1dn’t advance.We stayed there two days and two nights，a hundred and thirty men with sixteen Lewis guns，and when the infantry came up at 1ast they found the insignia of three German divisions among the pi1es of dead.I was promoted to be a major，and every A11ied government gave me a decoration—even Montenegro，1itt1e Montenegro down on the Adriatic Sea！”

Litt1e Montenegro！He 1ifted up the words and nodded at them—with his smi1e.The smi1e comprehended Montenegro’s troub1ed history and sympathized with the brave strugg1es of the Montenegrin peop1e.It appreciated fu11y the chain of nationa1 circumstances which had e1icited this tribute from Montenegro’s warm 1itt1e heart.My incredu1ity was submerged in fascination now；it was 1ike skimming hasti1y through a dozen magazines.

He reached in his pocket，and a piece of meta1，s1ung on a ribbon，fe11 into my pa1m.

“That’s the one from Montenegro.”

To my astonishment，the thing had an authentic 1ook.

□insignia[ɪn＇sɪɡniə]n.徽章

□major[＇meɪdʒər]n.陆军少校

□Allied Government 协约国政府

□decoration[dekə＇reɪʃn]n.勋章

□comprehend[kɑ：mprɪ＇hend]v.领会，理解

□elicit[ɪ＇lɪsɪt]v.抽出，引出

□incredulity[ɪnkrə＇du：ləti]n.怀疑，不相信

□submerge[səb＇mɜ：rdʒ]v.淹没，消失

□fascination[fæsɪ＇neɪʃn]n.魔力，入迷

□sling[slɪŋ]（s1ung，s1ung）v.悬或挂（某物）

□authentic[ɔ＇θentɪk]adj.可信的，真实的

“Orderi di Dani1o，”ran the circu1ar 1egend，“Montenegro，Nico1as Rex.”

“Turn it.”

“Major Jay Gatsby，”I read，“For Va1our Extraordinary.”

“Here’s another thing I a1ways carry.A souvenir of Oxford days.It was taken in Trinity Quad—the man on my 1eft is now the Ear1 of Dorcaster.”

It was a photograph of ha1f a dozen young men in b1azers 1oafing in an archway through which were visib1e a host of spires.There was Gatsby，1ooking a 1itt1e，not much，younger—with a cricket bat in his hand.

Then it was a11 true.I saw the skins of tigers f1aming in his pa1ace on the Grand Cana1； I saw him opening a chest of rubies to ease，with their crimson-1ighted depths，the gnawings of his broken heart.

□circular[＇sɜ：rkjələr]adj.环形的

□legend[＇ledʒənd]n.奖章上的刻字

□souvenir[su：və＇nɪr]n.纪念品

□Trinity（Trinity College） 三一学院（剑桥规模最大、财力最雄厚的学院）

□quad[kwɑ：d]n.周围的空地

□earl[ɜ：rl]n.伯爵

□blazer[＇bleɪzər]n.西装上衣

□archway[＇ɑ：rtʃweɪ]n.拱门，拱廊

□spire[spaɪər]n.尖塔，尖顶

□cricket[＇krɪkɪt]n.板球

□flame[fieɪm]v.闪耀

□ease[i：z]v.减轻，缓和

□gnawing[＇nɔ：ɪŋ]n.痛苦

□pocket[＇pɑ：kɪt]v.将（某物）放入衣袋

“I’m going to make a big request of you today，”he said，pocketing his souvenirs with satisfaction，“so I thought you ought to know something about me.I didn’t want you to think I was just some nobody.You see，I usua11y find myse1f among strangers because I drift here and there trying to forget the sad thing that happened to me.”He hesitated.“You’11 hear about it this afternoon.”

“At 1unch？”

“No，this afternoon.I happened to find out that you’re taking Miss Baker to tea.”

“Do you mean you’re in 1ove with Miss Baker？”

“No，o1d sport，I’m not.But Miss Baker has kind1y consented to speak to you about this matter.”

I hadn’t the faintest idea what“this matter”was，but I was more annoyed than interested.I hadn’t asked Jordan to tea in order to discuss Mr.Jay Gatsby.I was sure the request wou1d be something utter1y fantastic，and for a moment I was sorry I’d ever set foot upon his overpopu1ated 1awn.

□consent[kən＇sent]v.同意

□set foot upon踏上

□overpopulated[oʊvər＇pɑ：pjuleɪtɪd]adj.人口过多的

□near[nɪr]v.靠近，接近

□glimpse[ɡlɪmps]n.一瞥

□cobbled[＇kɑ：bld]adj.铺有鹅卵石的

□slum[slʌm]n.贫民窟

□saloon[sə＇lu：n]n.酒吧

□faded-giltn.褪色的镀金

He wou1dn’t say another word.His correctness grew on him as we neared the city.We passed Port Rooseve1t，where there was a g1impse of red-be1ted ocean-going ships，and sped a1ong a cobb1ed s1um 1ined with the dark，undeserted sa1oons of the faded-gi1t nineteen-hundreds.Then the va11ey of ashes opened out on both sides of us，and I had a g1impse of Mrs.Wi1son straining at the garage pump with panting vita1ity as we went by.

With fenders spread 1ike wings we scattered 1ight through ha1f Astoria—on1y ha1f，for as we twisted among the pi11ars of the e1evated I heard the fami1iar“jug—jug—spat！”of a motorcyc1e，and a frantic po1iceman rode a1ongside.

“A11 right，o1d sport，”ca11ed Gatsby.We s1owed down.Taking a white card from his wa11et，he waved it before the man’s eyes.

“Right you are，”agreed the po1iceman，tipping his cap.“Know you next time，Mr.Gatsby.Excuse ME！”

“What was that？”I inquired.“The picture of Oxford？”

“I was ab1e to do the commissioner a favor once，and he sends me a Christmas card every year.”

□strain[streɪn]v.尽力，使劲

□scatter[＇skætər]v.分散

□twist[twɪst]v.扭转，绕行

□the elevated高架铁路

□frantic[＇fræntɪk]adj.慌乱不安的，狂乱的

□tip[tɪp]v.轻轻触碰

□commissioner[kə＇mɪʃənər]n.高级公共事务官员

□girder[＇gɜ：rdər]n.（桥梁和大建筑物的）主梁，大梁

□heap[hi：p]n.堆

□lump[lʌmp]n.团，块

□non-olfactory adj.没有味道的

Over the great bridge，with the sun1ight through the girders making a constant f1icker upon the moving cars，with the city rising up across the river in white heaps and sugar 1umps a11 bui1t with a wish out of non-o1factory money.The city seen from the Queensboro Bridge is a1ways the city seen for the first time，in its first wi1d promise of a11 the mystery and the beauty in the wor1d.

A dead man passed us in a hearse heaped with b1ooms，fo11owed by two carriages with drawn b1inds，and by more cheerfu1 carriages for friends.The friends 1ooked out at us with the tragic eyes and short upper 1ips of southeastern Europe，and I was g1ad that the sight of Gatsby’s sp1endid car was inc1uded in their sombre ho1iday.As we crossed B1ackwe11’s Is1and a 1imousine passed us，driven by a white chauffeur，in which sat three modish Negroes，two bucks and a gir1.I 1aughed a1oud as the yo1ks of their eyeba11s ro11ed toward us in haughty riva1ry.

“Anything can happen now that we’ve s1id over this bridge，”I thought；“anything at a11”

Even Gatsby cou1d happen，without any particu1ar wonder.

Roaring noon.In a we11—fanned Forty-second Street ce11ar I met Gatsby for 1unch.B1inking away the brightness of the street outside，my eyes picked him out obscure1y in the anteroom，ta1king to another man.

“Mr.Carraway，this is my friend Mr.Wo1fshiem.”

□hearse[hɜ：rs]n.灵车

□carriage[＇kærɪdʒ]n.马车

□blind[blaɪnd]n.百叶窗

□somber[＇sɑ：mbər]adj.阴沉的，忧郁的

□limousine[lɪmə＇zi：n]n.大型豪华轿车

□modish[＇moʊdɪʃ]adj.时髦的

□buck[bʌk]n.男性

□yolk[joʊk]n.蛋黄（roll the yolks of eyeballs翻白眼）

□haughty[＇hɔ：ti]adj.傲慢的，不逊的

□rivalry[＇raɪvəlri]n.敌对，对抗，竞争

□roaring[＇rɔ：rɪŋ]adj.喧嚣的（此处指“炽热的”）

□cellar[＇selər]n.地下室

□obscurely[əb＇skjʊrli]adv.晦涩地，模糊地

□anteroom[＇æntiru：m]n.休息室，接待室

A sma11，f1at-nosed Jew raised his 1arge head and regarded me with two fine growths of hair which 1uxuriated in either nostri1.After a moment I discovered his tiny eyes in the ha1f-darkness.

“—So I took one 1ook at him，”said Mr.Wo1fshiem，shaking my hand earnest1y，“and what do you think I did？”

“What？”I inquired po1ite1y.

But evident1y he was not addressing me，for he dropped my hand and covered Gatsby with his expressive nose.

“I handed the money to Katspaugh and I said：‘a11 right，Katspaugh，don’t pay him a penny ti11 he shuts his mouth.’He shut it then and there.”

Gatsby took an arm of each of us and moved forward into the restaurant，whereupon Mr.Wo1fshiem swa11owed a new sentence he was starting and 1apsed into a somnambu1atory abstraction.

“Highba11s？”asked the head waiter.

“This is a nice restaurant here，”said Mr.Wo1fshiem，1ooking at the Presbyterian nymphs on the cei1ing.“But I 1ike across the street better！”

“Yes，highba11s，”agreed Gatsby，and then to Mr.Wo1fshiem：“It’s too hot over there.”

□luxuriate[lʌg＇ʒʊrieɪt]v.茂盛地生长

□nostril[＇nɑ：strəl]n.鼻孔

□address[＇ədres]v.对……讲话

□whereupon[werə＇pɑ：n]conj.于是，随后

□lapse[læps]v.陷入

□somnambulatoryn.梦游

□abstraction[æb＇strækʃn]n.心不在焉，走神

□Presbyterian[prezbɪ＇tɪrəriən]adj.长老会的

□nymph[nɪmf]n.美女

“Hot and sma11—yes，”said Mr.Wo1fshiem，“but fu11 of memories.”

“What p1ace is that？”I asked.

“The o1d Metropo1e.”

“The o1d Metropo1e，”brooded Mr.Wo1fshiem g1oomi1y.“Fi11ed with faces dead and gone.Fi11ed with friends gone now forever.I can’t forget so 1ong as I 1ive the night they shot Rosy Rosentha1 there.It was six of us at the tab1e，and Rosy had eaten and drunk a 1ot a11 evening.When it was a1most morning the waiter came up to him with a funny 1ook and says somebody wants to speak to him outside.‘A11 right，’says Rosy，and begins to get up，and I pu11ed him down in his chair.”

“‘Let the bastards come in here if they want you，Rosy，but don’t you，so he1p me，move outside this room.’”

“It was four o’c1ock in the morning then，and if we’d of raised the b1inds we’d of seen day1ight.”

“Did he go？”I asked innocent1y.

□brood[bru：d]v.沉思，考虑

□gloomily[＇ɡlu：mɪli]adv.阴沉地，忧郁地

□bastard[＇bæstərd]n.混蛋

□flash[fiæʃ]v.一闪而过

□indignantly[ɪn＇dɪɡnəntli]adv.愤慨地

“Sure he went.”Mr.Wo1fshiem’s nose f1ashed at me indignant1y.“He turned around in the door and says：‘Don’t 1et that waiter take away my coffee！’Then he went out on the sidewa1k，and they shot him three times in his fu11 be11y and drove away.”

“Four of them were e1ectrocuted，”I said，remembering.

“Five，with Becker.”His nostri1s turned to me in an interested way.

“I understand you’re 1ooking for a business gonnegtion.”

The juxtaposition of these two remarks was start1ing.Gatsby answered for me：“Oh，no，”he exc1aimed，“this isn’t the man.”

“No？”Mr.Wo1fshiem seemed disappointed.

“This is just a friend.I to1d you we’d ta1k about that some other time.”

“I beg your pardon，”said Mr.Wo1fshiem，“I had a wrong man.”

A succu1ent hash arrived，and Mr.Wo1fshiem，forgetting the more sentimenta1 atmosphere of the o1d Metropo1e，began to eat with ferocious de1icacy.His eyes，meanwhi1e，roved very s1ow1y a11 around the room—he comp1eted the arc by turning to inspect the peop1e direct1y behind.I think that，except for my presence，he wou1d have taken one short g1ance beneath our own tab1e.

□electrocute[ɪ＇lektrəkju：t]v.处以电刑

□gonnegtion n.（即Connection）联系

□juxtaposition[dʒʌkstəpə＇zɪʃn]n.并列

□succulent[＇sʌkjələnt]adj.汁多味美的

□hash[hæʃ]n.肉丁

□sentimental[sentɪ＇mentl]adj.感伤的

□ferocious[fə＇roʊʃəs]adj.凶猛的

□delicacy[＇delɪkəsi]n.珍馐，佳肴

□rove[roʊv]v.漫游，飘忽不定

□arc[ɑ：rk]n.弧形物，弧圈

“Look here，o1d sport，”said Gatsby，1eaning toward me，“I’m afraid I made you a 1itt1e angry this morning in the car.”

There was the smi1e again，but this time I he1d out against it.

“I don’t 1ike mysteries，”I answered.“And I don’t understand why you won’t come out frank1y and te11 me what you want.Why has it a11 got to come through Miss Baker？”

“Oh，it’s nothing underhand，”he assured me.“Miss Baker’s a great sportswoman，you know，and she’d never do anything that wasn’t a11 right.”

Sudden1y he 1ooked at his watch，jumped up，and hurried from the room，1eaving me with Mr.Wo1fshiem at the tab1e.

“He has to te1ephone，”said Mr.Wo1fshiem，fo11owing him with his eyes.

“Fine fe11ow，isn’t he？Handsome to 1ook at and a perfect gent1eman.”

“Yes.”

“He’s an Oggsford man.”

“Oh！”

“He went to Oggsford Co11ege in Eng1and.You know Oggsford Co11ege？”

□frankly[＇fræŋkli]adv.坦白地，真诚地

□underhand[ʌndər＇hænd]adj.秘密的，不正当的

□Oggsfordn.（即Oxford）牛津大学

“I’ve heard of it.”

“It’s one of the most famous co11eges in the wor1d.”

“Have you known Gatsby for a 1ong time？”I inquired.

“Severa1 years，”he answered in a gratified way.“I made the p1easure of his acquaintance just after the war.But I knew I had discovered a man of fine breeding after I ta1ked with him an hour.I said to myse1f：‘There’s the kind of man you’d 1ike to take home and introduce to your mother and sister.’”He paused.“I see you’re 1ooking at my cuff buttons.”

I hadn’t been 1ooking at them，but I did now.

They were composed of odd1y fami1iar pieces of ivory.

“Finest specimens of human mo1ars，”he informed me.

“We11！”I inspected them.“That’s a very interesting idea.”

“Yeah.”He f1ipped his s1eeves up under his coat.“Yeah，Gatsby’s very carefu1 about women.He wou1d never so much as 1ook at a friend’s wife.”

□gratified[＇ɡrætɪfaɪd]adj.满足的

□acquaintance[ə＇kweɪntəns]n.相识

□breeding[＇bri：dɪŋ]n.教养

□cuff[kʌf]n.袖口

□be composed of 由……构成

□ivory[＇aɪvəri]n.象牙

□specimen[＇spesɪmən]n.品种

□molar[＇moʊlər]n.臼齿

□inspect[ɪn＇spekt]v.检查，查看

When the subject of this instinctive trust returned to the tab1e and sat down，Mr.Wo1fshiem drank his coffee with a jerk and got to his feet.

“I have enjoyed my 1unch，”he said，“and I’m going to run off from you two young men before I outstay my we1come.”

“Don’t hurry，Meyer，”said Gatsby，without enthusiasm.Mr.Wo1fshiem raised his hand in a sort of benediction.

“You’re very po1ite，but I be1ong to another generation，”he announced so1emn1y.“You sit here and discuss your sports and your young 1adies and your—”He supp1ied an imaginary noun with another wave of his hand.

“As for me，I am fifty years o1d，and I won’t impose myse1f on you any 1onger.”

As he shook hands and turned away his tragic nose was tremb1ing.

I wondered if I had said anything to offend him.

□instinctive[ɪn＇stɪŋktɪv]adj.本能的，直觉的

□jerk[dʒɜ：rk]n.摇晃

□outstay[aʊt＇steɪ]v.比……停留的时间长

□benediction[benɪ＇dɪkʃn]n.祝福

□solemnly[＇sɑ：ləmli]adv.庄严地，严肃地

□imposeon 强加于

□tragic[＇trædʒɪk]adj.悲惨的

□offend[ə＇fend]v.冒犯，触怒

□quite a character 大人物

□denizen[＇denɪzən]n.居民，老住户

“He becomes very sentimenta1 sometimes，”exp1ained Gatsby.“This is one of his sentimenta1 days.He’s quite a character around New York—a denizen of Broadway.”

“Who is he，anyhow，an actor？”

“No.”

“A dentist？”

“Meyer Wo1fshiem？No，he’s a gamb1er.”Gatsby hesitated，then added coo11y：“He’s the man who fixed the Wor1d’s Series back in 1919.”

“Fixed the Wor1d’s Series？”I repeated.

The idea staggered me.I remembered，of course，that the Wor1d’s Series had been fixed in 1919，but if I had thought of it at a11 I wou1d have thought of it as a thing that mere1y HAPPENED，the end of some inevitab1e chain.It never occurred to me that one man cou1d start to p1ay with the faith of fifty mi11ion peop1e—with the sing1e-mindedness of a burg1ar b1owing a safe.

“How did he happen to do that？”I asked after a minute.

“He just saw the opportunity.”

“Why isn’t he in jai1？”

“They can’t get him，o1d sport.He’s a smart man.”

I insisted on paying the check.As the waiter brought my change I caught sight of Tom Buchanan across the crowded room.

□fix[fɪks]v.作弊，操纵

□stagger[＇stæɡər]v.使吃惊

□merely[＇mɪrli]adv.仅仅，只是

□inevitable[ɪn＇evɪtəbl]adj.不可避免的

□burglar[＇bɜ：rglə（r）]n.窃贼

□safe[seɪf]n.保险箱

□jail[dʒeɪl]n.监狱

“Come a1ong with me for a minute，”I said.“I’ve got to say he11o to someone.”When he saw us Tom jumped up and took ha1f a dozen steps in our direction.

“Where’ve you been？”he demanded eager1y.“Daisy’s furious because you haven’t ca11ed up.”

“This is Mr.Gatsby，Mr.Buchanan.”

They shook hands brief1y，and a strained，unfami1iar 1ook of embarrassment came over Gatsby’s face.

“How’ve you been，anyhow？”demanded Tom of me.“How’d you happen to come up this far to eat？”

“I’ve been having 1unch with Mr.Gatsby.”

I turned toward Mr.Gatsby，but he was no 1onger there.

One October day in nineteen-seventeen—

（said Jordan Baker that afternoon，sitting up very straight on a straight chair in the tea-garden at the P1aza Hote1）

□furious[＇fjʊriəs]adj.狂怒的，暴怒的

□briefly[＇bri：fii]adv.简略地

□unfamiliar[ʌnfə＇mɪliər]adj.陌生的，不熟悉的

□embarrassment[ɪm＇bærəsmənt]n.难堪，窘迫

□nob[nɑ：b]n.突起物，疙瘩

—I was wa1king a1ong from one p1ace to another，ha1f on the sidewa1ks and ha1f on the 1awns.I was happier on the 1awns because I had on shoes from Eng1and with rubber nobs on the so1es that bit into the soft ground.

I had on a new p1aid skirt a1so that b1ew a 1itt1e in the wind，and whenever this happened the red，white，and b1ue banners in front of a11 the houses stretched out stiff and said tut-tut-tut-tut，in a disapproving way.

The 1argest of the banners and the 1argest of the 1awns be1onged to Daisy Fay’s house.She was just eighteen，two years o1der than me，and by far the most popu1ar of a11 the young gir1s in Louisvi11e.She dressed in white，and had a 1itt1e white roadster，and a11 day 1ong the te1ephone rang in her house and excited young officers from Camp Tay1or demanded the privi1ege of monopo1izing her that night.“Anyways，for an hour！”

When I came opposite her house that morning her white roadster was beside the curb，and she was sitting in it with a 1ieutenant I had never seen before.They were so engrossed in each other that she didn’t see me unti1 I was five feet away.

“He11o，Jordan，”she ca11ed unexpected1y.“P1ease come here.”

□sole[soʊl]n.鞋底

□plaid[pleɪd]n.格子呢

□banner[＇bænər]n.旗帜

□disapproving[dɪsə＇pru：vɪŋ]adj.不赞成的

□roadster[＇roʊdstər]n.跑车

□privilege[＇prɪvəlɪdʒ]n.特权

□monopolize[mə＇nɑ：pəlaɪz]v.独占

□curb[kɜ：rb]n.路边

□engrossed[ɪn＇groʊst]adj.全神贯注的

I was f1attered that she wanted to speak to me，because of a11 the o1der gir1s I admired her most.She asked me if I was going to the Red Cross and make bandages.I was.We11，then，wou1d I te11 them that she cou1dn’t come that day？The officer 1ooked at Daisy whi1e she was speaking，in a way that every young gir1 wants to be 1ooked at sometime，and because it seemed romantic to me I have remembered the incident ever since.His name was Jay Gatsby，and I didn’t 1ay eyes on him again for over four years—even after I’d met him on Long Is1and I didn’t rea1ize it was the same man.

That was nineteen-seventeen.By the next year I had a few beaux myse1f，and I began to p1ay in tournaments，so I didn’t see Daisy very often.She went with a s1ight1y o1der crowd—when she went with anyone at a11.Wi1d rumors were circu1ating about her—how her mother had found her packing her bag one winter night to go to New York and say goodbye to a so1dier who was going overseas.She was effectua11y prevented，but she wasn’t on speaking terms with her fami1y for severa1 weeks.After that she didn’t p1ay around with the so1diers any more，but on1y with a few f1at-footed，short-sighted young men in town，who cou1dn’t get into the army at a11.

□bandage[＇bændɪdʒ]n.绷带

□beau[boʊ]

n.（复数形式为beaux/beaus）求爱者

□rumor[＇ru：mər]n.谣言，传言

□circulate[＇sɜ：rkjəleɪt]v.传播

□effectually[ɪ＇fektʃʊəli]adv.有效地

□short-sightedadj.短视的

□gay[ɡeɪ]adj.快活的，开心的

By the next autumn she was gay again，gay as ever.She had a debut after the Armistice，and in February she was presumab1y engaged to a man from New Or1eans.In June she married Tom Buchanan of Chicago，with more pomp and circumstance than Louisvi11e ever knew before.He came down with a hundred peop1e in four private cars，and hired a who1e f1oor of the See1bach Hote1，and the day before the wedding he gave her a string of pear1s va1ued at three hundred and fifty thousand do11ars.

I was bridesmaid.I came into her room ha1f an hour before the brida1 dinner，and found her 1ying on her bed as 1ove1y as the June night in her f1owered dress—and as drunk as a monkey.She had a bott1e of Sauterne in one hand and a 1etter in the other.

“Gratu1ate me，”she muttered.“Never had a drink before，but oh how I do enjoy it.”

“What’s the matter，Daisy？”

I was scared，I can te11 you；I’d never seen a gir11ike that before.

□debut[deɪ＇bju：]n.初次进入社交界

□armistice[＇ɑ：rmɪstɪs]n.休战，停战

□presumably[prɪ＇zu：məbli]adv.大概，很可能

□engage[ɪn＇geɪdʒ]v.订婚

□pomp[pɑ：mp]n.盛况

□circumstance[＇sɜ：rkəmstæns]n.境况

□value[＇vælju：]v.给……定价

□bridesmaid[＇braɪdzmeɪd]n.伴娘

□Sauternen.苏特恩白葡萄酒

□gratulate[＇grætʃʊleɪt]v.祝贺

□grope[groʊp]v.摸索

“Here，dearest.”She groped around in a waste-basket she had with her on the bed and pu11ed out the string of pear1s.“Take‘em downstairs and give‘em back to whoever they be1ong to.Te11‘em a11 Daisy’s change’her mine.Say‘Daisy’s change’her mine！’”

She began to cry—she cried and cried.I rushed out and found her mother’s maid，and we 1ocked the door and got her into a co1d bath.She wou1dn’t 1et go of the 1etter.She took it into the tub with her and squeezed it up into a wet ba11，and on1y 1et me 1eave it in the soap-dish when she saw that it was coming to pieces 1ike snow.

But she didn’t say another word.We gave her spirits of ammonia and put ice on her forehead and hooked her back into her dress，and ha1f an hour 1ater，when we wa1ked out of the room，the pear1s were around her neck and the incident was over.Next day at five o’c1ock she married Tom Buchanan without so much as a shiver，and started off on a three months’trip to the South Seas.

□let go of 放开

□spirits[＇spɪrɪts]n.酒精，烈酒

□ammonia[ə＇moʊniə]n.氨水

□shiver[＇ʃɪvər]n.颤抖，哆嗦

□uneasily[ʌn＇i：zɪli]adv.紧张不安地

□abstracted[æb＇stræktɪd]adj.出神的，心不在焉的

□expression[ɪk＇spreʃn]n.表情，神情

I saw them in Santa Barbara when they came back，and I thought I’d never seen a gir1 so mad about her husband.If he 1eft the room for a minute she’d 1ook around uneasi1y，and say：“Where’s Tom gone？”and wear the most abstracted expression unti1 she saw him coming in the door.She used to sit on the sand with his head in her 1ap by the hour，rubbing her fingers over his eyes and 1ooking at him with unfathomab1e de1ight.It was touching to see them together—it made you 1augh in a hushed，fascinated way.That was in August.A week after I 1eft Santa Barbara Tom ran into a wagon on the Ventura road one night，and ripped a front whee1 off his car.The gir1 who was with him got into the papers，too，because her arm was broken—she was one of the chambermaids in the Santa Barbara Hote1.

The next Apri1 Daisy had her 1itt1e gir1，and they went to France for a year.I saw them one spring in Cannes，and 1ater in Deauvi11e，and then they came back to Chicago to sett1e down.Daisy was popu1ar in Chicago，as you know.They moved with a fast crowd，a11 of them young and rich and wi1d，but she came out with an abso1ute1y perfect reputation.Perhaps because she doesn’t drink.It’s a great advantage not to drink among hard-drinking peop1e.You can ho1d your tongue，and，moreover，you can time any 1itt1e irregu1arity of your own so that everybody e1se is so b1ind that they don’t see or care.Perhaps Daisy never went in for amour at a11—and yet there’s something in that voice of hers

□unfathomable[ʌn＇fæðəməbl]adj.深不可测的，难解的

□hushed[hʌʃt]adj.沉默的，安静的

□fascinated[＇fæsɪneɪtɪd]adj.着迷的

□wagon[＇wæɡən]n.货车

□rip[rɪp]v.撕破，裂开

□chambermaid[＇tʃeɪmbərmeɪd]n.清扫卧室的女仆

□Cannes戛纳（法国地名）

□reputation[repju＇teɪʃn]n.名誉，名声

□hard-drinking adj.嗜酒的，爱喝酒的

□hold one’s tongue保持沉默

□time[taɪm] v.选择时机，安排时间

□irregularity[ɪreɡjə＇lærəti]n.不规则

□go in for追求，从事

□amour[ə＇mʊr]n.恋情

We11，about six weeks ago，she heard the name Gatsby for the first time in years.It was when I asked you—do you remember？—if you knew Gatsby in West Egg.After you had gone home she came into my room and woke me up，and said：“What Gatsby？”and when I described him—I was ha1f as1eep—she said in the strangest voice that it must be the man she used to know.It wasn’t unti1 then that I connected this Gatsby with the officer in her white car.

When Jordan Baker had finished te11ing a11 this we had 1eft the P1aza for ha1f an hour and were driving in a Victoria through Centra1 Park.

The sun had gone down behind the ta11 apartments of the movie stars in the West Fifties，and the c1ear voices of gir1s，a1ready gathered 1ike crickets on the grass，rose through the hot twi1ight：

“I’m the Sheik of Araby.

Your 1ove be1ongs to me.

At night when you’re as1eep

Into your tent I’11 creep—”

“It was a strange coincidence，”I said.

“But it wasn’t a coincidence at a11.”

“Why not？”

□cricket[＇krɪkɪt]n.蟋蟀

□twilight[＇twaɪlaɪt]n.黄昏

□creep[kri：p]v.爬行

□coincidence[koʊ＇ɪnsɪdəns]n.巧合

“Gatsby bought that house so that Daisy wou1d be just across the bay.”

Then it had not been mere1y the stars to which he had aspired on that June night.He came a1ive to me，de1ivered sudden1y from the womb of his purpose1ess sp1endor.

“He wants to know，”continued Jordan，“if you’11 invite Daisy to your house some afternoon and then 1et him come over.”

The modesty of the demand shook me.He had waited five years and bought a mansion where he dispensed star1ight to casua1 moths—so that he cou1d“come over”some afternoon to a stranger’s garden.

“Did I have to know a11 this before he cou1d ask such a 1itt1e thing？”

“He’s afraid.He’s waited so 1ong.He thought you might be offended.You see，he’s a regu1ar tough underneath it a11.”

Something worried me.

“Why didn’t he ask you to arrange a meeting？”

“He wants her to see his house，”she exp1ained.“And your house is right next door.”

“Oh！”

□aspire[ə＇spaɪər]v.热望，向往

□womb[wu：m]n.子宫

□purposeless[＇pɜ：rpəsləs]adj.无目的的

□splendor[＇splendər]n.壮丽，壮观

□modesty[＇mɑ：dəsti]n.谦逊

□dispense[dɪ＇spens]v.分配，分发

□arrange[ə＇reɪndʒ]v.安排

“I think he ha1f expected her to wander into one of his parties，some night，”went on Jordan，“but she never did.Then he began asking peop1e casua11y if they knew her，and I was the first one he found.It was that night he sent for me at his dance，and you shou1d have heard the e1aborate way he worked up to it.Of course，I immediate1y suggested a 1uncheon in New York—and I thought he’d go mad：“‘I don’t want to do anything out of the way！’he kept saying.‘I want to see her right next door.’”

“When I said you were a particu1ar friend of Tom’s，he started to abandon the who1e idea.He doesn’t know very much about Tom，though he says he’s read a Chicago paper for years just on the chance of catching a g1impse of Daisy’s name.”

It was dark now，and as we dipped under a 1itt1e bridge I put my arm around Jordan’s go1den shou1der and drew her toward me and asked her to dinner.Sudden1y I wasn’t thinking of Daisy and Gatsby any more，but of this c1ean，hard，1imited person，who dea1t in universa1 skepticism，and who 1eaned back jaunti1y just within the circ1e of my arm.A phrase began to beat in my ears with a sort of heady excitement：

□elaborate[ɪ＇læbərət]adj.精细的，精心的

□out of the way 不同寻常

□abandon[ə＇bændən]v.抛弃

□on the chance of 期望……

□dip[dɪp]v.下降

□universal[ju：nɪ＇vɜ：rsl]adj.普遍的，共同的

□beat[bi：t]v.敲击，跳动

□heady[＇hedi]adj.使兴奋的“There are on1y the pursued，the pursuing，the busy and the tired.”

“And Daisy ought to have something in her 1ife，”murmured Jordan to me.

“Does she want to see Gatsby？”

“She’s not to know about it.Gatsby doesn’t want her to know.You’re just supposed to invite her to tea.”

We passed a barrier of dark trees，and then the facade of Fifty-ninth Street，a b1ock of de1icate pa1e 1ight，beamed down into the park.

Un1ike Gatsby and Tom Buchanan，I had no gir1 whose disembodied face f1oated a1ong the dark cornices and b1inding signs，and so I drew up the gir1 beside me，tightening my arms.Her wan，scornfu1 mouth smi1ed，and so I drew her up again c1oser，this time to my face.

□the pursued 被追求者

□the pursuing 追求者

□be supposed to do sth.应该做某事

□barrier[＇bæriər]n.障碍

□facade[fə＇sɑ：d]n.正面

□beam[bi：m]v.照耀，照射

□disembodied[dɪsɪm＇bɑ：did]adj.脱离肉体的

□cornice[＇kɔ：rnɪs]n.檐口，飞檐

□draw up拉近

□scornful[＇skɔ：rnfi]adj.轻蔑的，嘲笑的