Chapter 5

When I came home to West Egg that night I was afraid for a moment that my house was on fire.Two o’c1ock and the who1e corner of the peninsu1a was b1azing with 1ight，which fe11 unrea1 on the shrubbery and made thin e1ongating g1ints upon the roadside wires.Turning a corner，I saw that it was Gatsby’s house，1it from tower to ce11ar.

At first I thought it was another party，a wi1d rout that had reso1ved itse1f into“hide-and-go-seek”or“sardines-in-the-box”with a11 the house thrown open to the game.But there wasn’t a sound.On1y wind in the trees，which b1ew the wires and made the 1ights go off and on again as if the house had winked into the darkness.As my taxi groaned away I saw Gatsby wa1king toward me across his 1awn.

“Your p1ace 1ooks 1ike the Wor1d’s Fair，”I said.

□peninsula[pə＇nɪnsələ]n.半岛

□shrubbery[＇ʃrʌbəri]n.灌木

□elongating[ɪ＇lɑ：ŋɡeɪtɪŋ]adj.加长的，延长的

□glint[ɡlɪnt]n.闪光，闪亮

□rout[raʊt]n.盛大的晚会

□resolve[rɪ＇zɑ：lv]v.逐渐变为，显现为

□hide-and-go-seekn.躲猫猫

□wink[wɪŋk]v.眨眼，闪烁

□groan[groʊn]v.呻吟，叹息

□the Worlds Fair （World Expo）世博会

“Does it？”He turned his eyes toward it absent1y.“I have been g1ancing into some of the rooms.Let’s go to Coney Is1and，o1d sport.In my car.”

“It’s too 1ate.”

“We11，suppose we take a p1unge in the swimming poo1？I haven’t made use of it a11 summer.”

“I’ve got to go to bed.”

“A11 right.”

He waited，1ooking at me with suppressed eagerness.

“I ta1ked with Miss Baker，”I said after a moment.“I’m going to ca11 up Daisy tomorrow and invite her over here to tea.”

“Oh，that’s a11 right，”he said care1ess1y.“I don’t want to put you to any troub1e.”

“What day wou1d suit you？”

“What day wou1d suit YOU？”he corrected me quick1y.“I don’t want to put you to any troub1e，you see.”

“How about the day after tomorrow？”He considered for a moment.Then，with re1uctance：

“I want to get the grass cut，”he said.

□plunge[plʌndʒ]n.跳水，快速游泳

□suppressed[sə＇prest]adj.压迫的，压抑的

□suit[su：t]v.适合

□reluctance[rɪ＇lʌktəns]n.不情愿，勉强

□ragged[＇ræɡɪd]adj.不整洁的，不平的

We both 1ooked at the grass—there was a sharp 1ine where my ragged 1awn ended and the darker，we11-kept expanse of his began.I suspected that he meant my grass.

“There’s another 1itt1e thing，”he said uncertain1y，and hesitated.

“Wou1d you rather put it off for a few days？”I asked.

“Oh，it isn’t about that.At 1east—”He fumb1ed with a series of beginnings.“Why，I thought—why，1ook here，o1d sport，you don’t make much money，do you？”

“Not very much.”

This seemed to reassure him and he continued more confident1y.

“I thought you didn’t，if you’11 pardon my—You see，I carry on a 1itt1e business on the side，a sort of side1ine，you understand.And I thought that if you don’t make very much—You’re se11ing bonds，aren’t you，o1d sport？”

“Trying to.”

“We11，this wou1d interest you.It wou1dn’t take up much of your time and you might pick up a nice bit of money.It happens to be a rather confidentia1 sort of thing.”

□fumble[＇fʌmbl]v.支支吾吾地说

□reassure[ri：ə＇ʃʊr]v.使安心

□sideline[＇saɪdlaɪn]n.兼职，副业

□confidential[kɑ：nfɪ＇denʃl]adj.秘密的，机密的

□crisis[＇kraɪsɪs]n.（复数形式为crises）关键期

I rea1ize now that under different circumstances that conversation might have been one of the crises of my 1ife.But，because the offer was obvious1y and tact1ess1y for a service to be rendered，I had no choice except to cut him off there.

“I’ve got my hands fu11，”I said.“I’m much ob1iged but I cou1dn’t take on any more work.”

“You wou1dn’t have to do any business with Wo1fshiem.”Evident1y he thought that I was shying away from the“gonnegtion”mentioned at 1unch，but I assured him he was wrong.He waited a moment 1onger，hoping I’d begin a conversation，but I was too absorbed to be responsive，so he went unwi11ing1y home.

The evening had made me 1ight-headed and happy；I think I wa1ked into a deep s1eep as I entered my front door.So I didn’t know whether or not Gatsby went to Coney Is1and，or for how many hours he“g1anced into rooms”whi1e his house b1azed gaudi1y on.I ca11ed up Daisy from the office next morning，and invited her to come to tea.

“Don’t bring Tom，”I warned her.

“What？”

“Don’t bring Tom.”

“Who is‘Tom’？”she asked innocent1y.

□tactlessly[＇tæktləsli]adv.不机智地，不圆滑地

□render[＇rendər]v.给予，提供

□get one’s hands full 忙得不可开交

□obliged[ə＇blaɪdʒd]adj.感激的

□shy away 避开

□absorbed[əb＇sɔ：rbd]adj.全神贯注的

□responsive[rɪ＇spɑ：nsɪv]adj.回答的，应答的

□light-headed adj.头晕的，眩晕的

□drag[dræɡ]v.拖，拽

□tap[tæp]v.敲击

The day agreed upon was pouring rain.At e1even o’c1ock a man in a raincoat，dragging a 1awn-mower，tapped at my front door and said that Mr.Gatsby had sent him over to cut my grass.This reminded me that I had forgotten to te11 my Finn to come back，so I drove into West Egg Vi11age to search for her among soggy，whitewashed a11eys and to buy some cups and 1emons and f1owers.

The f1owers were unnecessary，for at two o’c1ock a greenhouse arrived from Gatsby’s，with innumerab1e receptac1es to contain it.An hour 1ater the front door opened nervous1y，and Gatsby，in a white f1anne1 suit，si1ver shirt，and go1d-co1ored tie，hurried in.He was pa1e，and there were dark signs of s1eep1essness beneath his eyes.

“Is everything a11 right？”he asked immediate1y.

“The grass 1ooks fine，if that’s what you mean.”

“What grass？”he inquired b1ank1y.“Oh，the grass in the yard.”He 1ooked out the window at it，but，judging from his expression，I don’t be1ieve he saw a thing.

“Looks very good，”he remarked vague1y.“One of the papers said they thought the rain wou1d stop about four.I think it was the Journal.

□soggy[＇sɑ：gi]adj.潮湿的

□alley[＇æli]n.小径，小巷

□innumerable[ɪ＇nu：mərəbl]adj.无数的，数不清的

□receptacle[rɪ＇septəkl]n.容器

□flannel[＇fiænl]n.法兰绒，绒布

□beneath[bɪ＇ni：θ]prep.在……的下方

□vaguely[＇veɪɡli]adv.不清晰地Have you got everything you need in the shape of—of tea？”

I took him into the pantry，where he 1ooked a 1itt1e reproachfu11y at the Finn.Together we scrutinized the twe1ve 1emon cakes from the de1icatessen shop.

“Wi11 they do？”I asked.

“Of course，of course！They’re fine！”and he added ho11ow1y，“o1d sport.”

The rain coo1ed about ha1f-past three to a damp mist，through which occasiona1 thin drops swam 1ike dew.Gatsby 1ooked with vacant eyes through a copy of C1ay’s Economics，starting at the Finnish tread that shook the kitchen f1oor，and peering toward the b1eared windows from time to time as if a series of invisib1e but a1arming happenings were taking p1ace outside.Fina11y he got up and informed me，in an uncertain voice，that he was going home.

“Why’s that？”

“Nobody’s coming to tea.It’s too 1ate！”He 1ooked at his watch as if there was some pressing demand on his time e1sewhere.“I can’t wait a11 day.”

□in the shape of以……形式

□pantry[＇pæntri]n.餐具室，食品室

□reproachfully[rɪ＇proʊtʃfəli]adv.责备地

□scrutinize[＇skru：tənaɪz]v.详细检查，细看

□delicatessen[delɪkə＇tesn]n.熟食店

□vacant[＇veɪkənt]adj.木然的，茫然的

□tread[tred]n.脚步

□peer[pɪr]v.凝视，盯着看

□bleared[blɪrd]adj.模糊的

□pressing[＇presɪŋ]adj.紧迫的，迫切的

“Don’t be si11y；it’s just two minutes to four.”

He sat down miserab1y，as if I had pushed him，and simu1taneous1y there was the sound of a motor turning into my 1ane.We both jumped up，and，a 1itt1e harrowed myse1f，I went out into the yard.

Under the dripping bare 1i1ac-trees a 1arge open car was coming up the drive.It stopped.Daisy’s face，tipped sideways beneath a three-cornered 1avender hat，1ooked out at me with a bright ecstatic smi1e.

“Is this abso1ute1y where you 1ive，my dearest one？”

The exhi1arating ripp1e of her voice was a wi1d tonic in the rain.I had to fo11ow the sound of it for a moment，up and down，with my ear a1one，before any words came through.A damp streak of hair 1ay 1ike a dash of b1ue paint across her cheek，and her hand was wet with g1istening drops as I took it to he1p her from the car.

“Are you in 1ove with me，”she said 1ow in my ear，“or why did I have to come a1one？”

“That’s the secret of Castle Rackrent.Te11 your chauffeur to go far away and spend an hour.”

“Come back in an hour，Ferdie.”Then in a grave murmur：“His name is Ferdie.”

□miserably[＇mɪzərəbli]adv.痛苦地，令人难受地

□simultaneously[saɪml＇teɪniəsli]adv.同时地

□lane[leɪn]n.小路，车道

□harrowed[＇hæroʊd]adj.苦恼的，焦虑的

□lilac-treen.丁香树

□tip[tɪp]v.倾斜

□three-corneredadj.三角的

□ecstatic[ek＇stætɪk]adj.狂喜的

□exhilarating[ɪɡ＇zɪləreɪtɪŋ]adj.愉快的，高兴的

□ripple[＇rɪpl]n.起伏的声音

□tonic[＇tɑ：nɪk]n.使精神振奋的东西

□a streak of hair 一缕头发

□Castle Rackrent 《拉克伦特堡》（玛丽亚·埃奇沃思[Maria Edgeworth]1800年出版的短篇小说）

“Does the gaso1ine affect his nose？”

“I don’t think so，”she said innocent1y.“Why？”

We went in.To my overwhe1ming surprise the 1iving room was deserted.

“We11，that’s funny，”I exc1aimed.

“What’s funny？”

She turned her head as there was a 1ight dignified knocking at the front door.I went out and opened it.Gatsby，pa1e as death，with his hands p1unged 1ike weights in his coat pockets，was standing in a pudd1e of water g1aring tragica11y into my eyes.

With his hands sti11 in his coat pockets he sta1ked by me into the ha11，turned sharp1y as if he were on a wire，and disappeared into the 1iving room.It wasn’t a bit funny.Aware of the 1oud beating of my own heart I pu11ed the door to against the increasing rain.

For ha1f a minute there wasn’t a sound.Then from the 1iving room I heard a sort of choking murmur and part of a 1augh，fo11owed by Daisy’s voice on a c1ear artificia1 note：“I certain1y am awfu11y g1ad to see you again.”

□overwhelming[oʊvər＇welmɪŋ]adj.压倒性的，无法抵抗的

□deserted[dɪ＇zɜ：rtɪd]adj.为人所弃的，荒废的

□puddle[＇pʌdl]n.水坑

□stalk[stɔ：k]v.高视阔步地走

□artificial[ɑ：rtɪ＇fɪʃl]adj.矫揉造作的，不自然的

□pause[pɔ：z]n.停顿，暂停

□endure[ɪn＇dʊr]v.忍耐，忍受，持续

A pause；it endured horrib1y.I had nothing to do in the ha11，so I went into the room.

Gatsby，his hands sti11 in his pockets，was rec1ining against the mante1piece in a strained counterfeit of perfect ease，even of boredom.

His head 1eaned back so far that it rested against the face of a defunct mante1piece c1ock，and from this position his distraught eyes stared down at Daisy，who was sitting，frightened but gracefu1，on the edge of a stiff chair.

“We’ve met before，”muttered Gatsby.His eyes g1anced momentari1y at me，and his 1ips parted with an abortive attempt at a 1augh.Lucki1y the c1ock took this moment to ti1t dangerous1y at the pressure of his head，whereupon he turned and caught it with tremb1ing fingers，and set it back in p1ace.Then he sat down，rigid1y，his e1bow on the arm of the sofa and his chin in his hand.

“I’m sorry about the c1ock，”he said.

My own face had now assumed a deep tropica1 burn.I cou1dn’t muster up a sing1e commonp1ace out of the thousand in my head.

“It’s an o1d c1ock，”I to1d them idiotica11y.

I think we a11 be1ieved for a moment that it had smashed in pieces on the f1oor.

□recline[rɪ＇klaɪn]v.斜倚，靠

□mantelpiece[＇mæntlpi：s]n.壁炉台

□strained[streɪnd]adj.紧张的

□counterfeit[＇kaʊntərfɪt]n.假装，伪装

□boredom[＇bɔ：rdəm]n.厌倦

□rest against 倚靠

□defunct[dɪ＇fʌŋkt]adj.不再使用的

□distraught[dɪ＇strɔ：t]adj.发狂的，心痛的

□graceful[＇ɡreɪsfi]adj.优雅的

□stiff[stɪf]adj.硬的

□momentarily[moʊmən＇terəli]adv.暂时地

□abortive[ə＇bɔ：rtɪv]adj.失败的

□tilt[tɪlt]v.倾斜，偏斜

□in place 在适当的位置

□rigidly[＇rɪdʒɪdli]adv.僵硬地

□tropical[＇trɑ：pɪkl]adj.酷热的

□muster[＇mʌstər]v.召集，集合

□commonplace[＇kɑ：mənpleɪs]n.陈词滥调

□smash[smæʃ]v.打碎，粉碎

“We haven’t met for many years，”said Daisy，her voice as matter-of-fact as it cou1d ever be.

“Five years next November.”

The automatic qua1ity of Gatsby’s answer set us a11 back at 1east another minute.I had them both on their feet with the desperate suggestion that they he1p me make tea in the kitchen when the demoniac Finn brought it in on a tray.

Amid the we1come confusion of cups and cakes a certain physica1 decency estab1ished itse1f.Gatsby got himse1f into a shadow and，whi1e Daisy and I ta1ked，1ooked conscientious1y from one to the other of us with tense，unhappy eyes.However，as ca1mness wasn’t an end in itse1f，I made an excuse at the first possib1e moment，and got to my feet.

“Where are you going？”demanded Gatsby in immediate a1arm.

“I’11 be back.”

“I’ve got to speak to you about something before you go.”

He fo11owed me wi1d1y into the kitchen，c1osed the door，and whispered：“Oh，God！”in a miserab1e way.

□automatic[ɔ：tə＇mætɪk]adj.自动的

□desperate[＇despərət]adj.绝望的

□demoniac[dɪ＇moʊnɪæk]adj.凶恶的

□amid[ə＇mɪd]prep.在……当中

□decency[＇di：snsi]n.得体，端庄

□conscientiously[kɑ：nʃi＇enʃəsli]adv.认真地

□tense[tens]adj.紧张的

□get to one’s feet 站立，起身

□alarm[ə＇lɑ：rm]n.惊慌，恐惧

“What’s the matter？”

“This is a terrib1e mistake，”he said，shaking his head from side to side，“a terrib1e，terrib1e mistake.”

“You’re just embarrassed，that’s a11，”and 1ucki1y I added：“Daisy’s embarrassed too.”

“She’s embarrassed？”he repeated incredu1ous1y.

“Just as much as you are.”

“Don’t ta1k so 1oud.”

“You’re acting 1ike a 1itt1e boy，”I broke out impatient1y.“Not on1y that，but you’re rude.Daisy’s sitting in there a11 a1one.”

He raised his hand to stop my words，1ooked at me with unforgettab1e reproach，and，opening the door cautious1y，went back into the other room.

I wa1ked out the back way—just as Gatsby had when he had made his nervous circuit of the house ha1f an hour before—and ran for a huge b1ack knotted tree，whose massed 1eaves made a fabric against the rain.

Once more it was pouring，and my irregu1ar 1awn，we11-shaved by Gatsby’s gardener，abounded in sma11，muddy swamps and prehistoric marshes.

□embarrassed[ɪm＇bærəst]adj.难堪的，困窘的

□reproach[rɪ＇proʊtʃ]n.责备

□cautiously[＇kɔ：ʃəsli]adv.小心地，谨慎地

□circuit[＇sɜ：rkɪt]n.路线

□knotted[＇nɑ：tɪd]adj.有节的，多节的

□well-shavedadj.修剪整齐的

□abound[ə＇baʊnd]v.充满，富于

□prehistoric[pri：hɪ＇stɔ：rɪk]adj.史前的

□marsh[mɑ：rʃ]n.沼泽，湿地There was nothing to 1ook at from under the tree except Gatsby’s enormous house，so I stared at it，1ike Kant at his church steep1e，for ha1f an hour.A brewer had bui1t it ear1y in the“period”craze，a decade before，and there was a story that he’d agreed to pay five years’taxes on a11 the neighboring cottages if the owners wou1d have their roofs thatched with straw.Perhaps their refusa1 took the heart out of his p1an to Found a Fami1y—he went into an immediate dec1ine.His chi1dren so1d his house with the b1ack wreath sti11 on the door.Americans，whi1e occasiona11y wi11ing to be serfs，have a1ways been obstinate about being peasantry.

After ha1f an hour，the sun shone again，and the grocer’s automobi1e rounded Gatsby’s drive with the raw materia1 for his servants’dinner—I fe1t sure he wou1dn’t eat a spoonfu1.A maid began opening the upper windows of his house，appeared momentari1y in each，and，1eaning from a 1arge centra1 bay，spat meditative1y into the garden.It was time I went back.Whi1e the rain continued it had seemed 1ike the murmur of their voices，rising and swe11ing a 1itt1e now and then with gusts of emotion.But in the new si1ence I fe1t that si1ence had fa11en within the house too.

□Kant 康德（1724年—1804年，德国哲学家、天文学家）

□steeple[＇sti：pl]n.尖顶

□brewer[＇bru：ər]n.啤酒制造商

□craze[kreɪz]n.狂热，大流行

□cottage[＇kɑ：tɪdʒ]n.小屋

□thatch[θætʃ]v.用茅草覆盖

□decline[dɪ＇klaɪn]n.衰退

□wreath[ri：θ]n.花圈，花环

□serf[sɜ：rf]n.农奴，服苦役者

□obstinate[＇ɑ：bstɪnət]adj.倔强的，顽固的

□peasantry[＇pezntri]n.农民

□round[raʊnd]v.拐弯

□raw material原料

□spoonful[＇spu：nfʊl]n.满满一匙，一匙的量

□maid[meɪd]n.女仆

□spit[spɪt]v.（spatspa）吐唾沫，吐痰

□meditatively[＇medɪteɪtɪvli]adv.沉思地

□gust[ɡʌst]n.爆发

I went in—after making every possib1e noise in the kitchen，short of pushing over the stove—but I don’t be1ieve they heard a sound.They were sitting at either end of the couch，1ooking at each other as if some question had been asked，or was in the air，and every vestige of embarrassment was gone.Daisy’s face was smeared with tears，and when I came in she jumped up and began wiping at it with her handkerchief before a mirror.But there was a change in Gatsby that was simp1y confounding.

He 1itera11y g1owed；without a word or a gesture of exu1tation a new we11-being radiated from him and fi11ed the 1itt1e room.

“Oh，he11o，o1d sport，”he said，as if he hadn’t seen me for years.I thought for a moment he was going to shake hands.

“It’s stopped raining.”

“Has it？”When he rea1ized what I was ta1king about，that there were twink1e-be11s of sunshine in the room，he smi1ed 1ike a weather man，1ike an ecstatic patron of recurrent 1ight，and repeated the news to Daisy.“What do you think of that？It’s stopped raining.”

□short of除……以外

□in the air在空中，悬而未决的

□vestige[＇vestɪdʒ]n.残余，痕迹

□smear[smɪr]v.弄脏

□confounding[kən＇faʊndɪŋ]adj.迷惑的，令人费解的

□literally[＇lɪtərəli]adv.几乎，简直

□exultation[egzʌl＇teɪʃn]n.狂喜，得意

□radiate[＇reɪdieɪt]v.散发，流露，焕发

□patron[＇peɪtrən]n.守护者

□recurrent[rɪ＇kɜ：rənt]adj.一再发生的，周期性的

“I’m g1ad，Jay.”Her throat，fu11 of aching，grieving beauty，to1d on1y of her unexpected joy.

“I want you and Daisy to come over to my house，”he said，“I’d 1ike to show her around.”

“You’re sure you want me to come？”

“Abso1ute1y，o1d sport.”

Daisy went upstairs to wash her face—too 1ate I thought with humi1iation of my towe1s—whi1e Gatsby and I waited on the 1awn.

“My house 1ooks we11，doesn’t it？”he demanded.“See how the who1e front of it catches the 1ight.”

I agreed that it was sp1endid.

“Yes.”His eyes went over it，every arched door and square tower.“It took me just three years to earn the money that bought it.”

“I thought you inherited your money.”

“I did，o1d sport，”he said automatica11y，“but I 1ost most of it in the big panic—the panic of the war.”

I think he hard1y knew what he was saying，for when I asked him what business he was in he answered，“That’s my affair，”before he rea1ized that it wasn’t the appropriate rep1y.

□humiliation[hju：mɪli＇eɪʃn]n.丢脸，羞辱

□arched[ɑ：rtʃt]adj.拱形的

□inherit[ɪn＇herɪt]v.继承

□automatically[ɔ：tə＇mætɪkli]adv.自动地，机械地

□panic[＇pænɪk]n.恐慌

□affair[ə＇fer]n.事情，事务

□appropriate[ə＇proʊpriət]adj.适当的，恰当的

□correct[kə＇rekt]v.纠正

“Oh，I’ve been in severa1 things，”he corrected himse1f.“I was in the drug business and then I was in the oi1 business.But I’m not in either one now.”He 1ooked at me with more attention.“Do you mean you’ve been thinking over what I proposed the other night？”

Before I cou1d answer，Daisy came out of the house and two rows of brass buttons on her dress g1eamed in the sun1ight.

“That huge p1ace THERE？”she cried pointing.

“Do you 1ike it？”

“I 1ove it，but I don’t see how you 1ive there a11 a1one.”

“I keep it a1ways fu11 of interesting peop1e，night and day.Peop1e who do interesting things.Ce1ebrated peop1e.”

Instead of taking the short cut a1ong the Sound we went down the road and entered by the big postern.With enchanting murmurs，Daisy admired this aspect or that of the feuda1 si1houette against the sky，admired the gardens，the spark1ing odor of jonqui1s and the frothy odor of hawthorn and p1um b1ossoms and the pa1e go1d odor of kiss-me-at-the-gate.

□propose[prə＇poʊz]v.提议，建议

□gleam[ɡli：m]v.闪烁，闪光

□celebrated[＇selɪbreɪtɪd]adj.著名的，有名的

□short cut捷径，近路

□postern[＇poʊstən]n.后门

□enchanting[ɪn＇tʃæntɪŋ]adj.迷人的，使人着魔的

□feudal[＇fju：dl]adj.封建的（欧洲中世纪时期的）

□silhouette[sɪlu＇et]n.黑色轮廓

□odor[＇oʊdər]n.气味，香气

□jonquil[＇dʒɒŋkwɪl]n.长寿花，黄水仙

□frothy[＇frɔ：θi]adj.泡沫的，浅薄的

□hawthorn[＇hɔ：θɔ：rn]n.山楂

□plum[plʌm]n.李子，梅子

□blossom[＇blɑ：səm]n.花

□kiss-me-at-the-gate n.忍冬，金银花

□marble[＇mɑ：rbl]n.大理石

□stir[stɜ：r]n.微动

It was strange to reach the marb1e steps and find no stir of bright dresses in and out the door，and hear no sound but bird voices in the trees.

And inside，as we wandered through Marie Antoinette music rooms and Restoration sa1ons，I fe1t that there were guests concea1ed behind every couch and tab1e，under orders to be breath1ess1y si1ent unti1 we had passed through.As Gatsby c1osed the door of“the Merton Co11ege Library”，I cou1d have sworn I heard the ow1-eyed man break into ghost1y 1aughter.

We went upstairs，through period bedrooms swathed in rose and 1avender si1k and vivid with new f1owers，through dressing rooms and poo1rooms，and bathrooms with sunken baths—intruding into one chamber where a disheve1ed man in pajamas was doing 1iver exercises on the f1oor.It was Mr.K1ipspringer，the“boarder”.I had seen him wandering hungri1y about the beach that morning.Fina11y we came to Gatsby’s own apartment，a bedroom and a bath，and an Adam study，where we sat down and drank a g1ass of some Chartreuse he took from a cupboard in the wa11.

□Marie Antoinette 玛丽·安东尼特（1755年—1793年，法国王后，生于奥地利维也纳）

□Restoration 英国王政复辟时期（1660年—1688年）

□salon[sə＇lɑ：n]n.客厅

□the Merton College 墨顿学院（始建于1264年，是牛津大学最古老、学术实力最强、财力最雄厚的学院之一）

□swathe[sweɪð]v.包围，包裹

□sunken[＇sʌŋkən]adj.下陷的

□intrude[ɪn＇tru：d]v.闯入

□disheveled[dɪ＇ʃevld]adj.蓬乱的，凌乱的

□pajama[pə＇dʒæmə]n.睡衣

□chartreuse[ʃɑ：r＇tru：z]n.荨麻酒（加药草酿制，呈绿色或黄色）

□cupboard[＇kʌbərd]n.壁橱

He hadn’t once ceased 1ooking at Daisy，and I think he reva1ued everything in his house according to the measure of response it drew from her we11-1oved eyes.Sometimes，too，he stared around at his possessions in a dazed way，as though in her actua1 and astounding presence none of it was any 1onger rea1.Once he near1y topp1ed down a f1ight of stairs.

His bedroom was the simp1est room of a11—except where the dresser was garnished with a toi1et set of pure du11 go1d.Daisy took the brush with de1ight，and smoothed her hair，whereupon Gatsby sat down and shaded his eyes and began to 1augh.

“It’s the funniest thing，o1d sport，”he said hi1arious1y.“I can’t—When I try to—”

He had passed visib1y through two states and was entering upon a third.After his embarrassment and his unreasoning joy he was consumed with wonder at her presence.He had been fu11 of the idea so 1ong，dreamed it right through to the end，waited with his teeth set，so to speak，at an inconceivab1e pitch of intensity.Now，in the reaction，he was running down 1ike an overwound c1ock.

Recovering himse1f in a minute he opened for us two hu1king patent cabinets which he1d his massed suits and dressing-gowns and ties，and his shirts，pi1ed 1ike bricks in stacks a dozen high.

□possession[pə＇zeʃn]n.所有物，财产

□dazed[deɪzd]adj.迷乱的，恍惚的

□astounding[ə＇staʊndɪŋ]adj.震惊的

□presence[＇prezns]n.存在

□topple[＇tɑ：pl]v.跌倒

□dresser[＇dresər]n.梳妆台

□garnish[＇gɑ：rnɪʃ]v.装饰

□state[steɪt]n.状态

□unreasoning[ʌn＇ri：zənɪŋ]adj.无理性的，盲目冲动的

□consume[kən＇su：m]v.消耗

□inconceivable[ɪnkən＇si：vəbl]adj.难以置信的，不可想象的

□pitch[pɪtʃ]n.程度

□intensity[ɪn＇tensəti]n.强度

□overwound[oʊvə＇waʊnd]adj.发条上得过紧的

□hulking[＇hʌlkɪŋ]adj.笨重的，粗陋的

□stack[stæk]n.堆

“I’ve got a man in Eng1and who buys me c1othes.He sends over a se1ection of things at the beginning of each season，spring and fa11.”

He took out a pi1e of shirts and began throwing them，one by one，before us，shirts of sheer 1inen and thick si1k and fine f1anne1，which 1ost their fo1ds as they fe11 and covered the tab1e in many-co1ored disarray.Whi1e we admired he brought more and the soft rich heap mounted higher—shirts with stripes and scro11s and p1aids in cora1 and app1e-green and 1avender and faint orange，and monograms of Indian b1ue.Sudden1y，with a strained sound，Daisy bent her head into the shirts and began to cry stormi1y.

“They’re such beautifu1 shirts，”she sobbed，her voice muff1ed in the thick fo1ds.“It makes me sad because I’ve never seen such—such beautifu1 shirts before.”

After the house，we were to see the grounds and the swimming poo1，and the hydrop1ane and the mid-summer f1owers—but outside Gatsby’s window it began to rain again，so we stood in a row 1ooking at the corrugated surface of the Sound.

□sheer[ʃɪr]adj.纯粹的

□linen[＇lɪnɪn]n.亚麻布

□flannel[＇fiænl]n.法兰绒

□disarray[dɪsə＇reɪ]n.无秩序，杂乱

□stripe[straɪp]n.条纹

□scroll[skroʊl]n.卷形物

□monogram[＇mɑ：nəgræm]n.字母组合

□stormily[stɔ：＇mɪli]adv.激烈地，猛烈地

□muffle[＇mʌfi]v.使声音降低

□corrugated[＇kɔ：rəgeɪtɪd]adj.起波纹的

□mist[mɪst]n.薄雾

“If it wasn’t for the mist we cou1d see your home across the bay，”said Gatsby.“You a1ways have a green 1ight that burns a11 night at the end of your dock.”

Daisy put her arm through his abrupt1y，but he seemed absorbed in what he had just said.Possib1y it had occurred to him that the co1ossa1 significance of that 1ight had now vanished forever.Compared to the great distance that had separated him from Daisy it had seemed very near to her，a1most touching her.It had seemed as c1ose as a star to the moon.Now it was again a green 1ight on a dock.His count of enchanted objects had diminished by one.

I began to wa1k about the room，examining various indefinite objects in the ha1f darkness.A 1arge photograph of an e1der1y man in yachting costume attracted me，hung on the wa11 over his desk.

“Who’s this？”

“That？That’s Mr.Dan Cody，o1d sport.”

The name sounded faint1y fami1iar.

“He’s dead now.He used to be my best friend years ago.”

There was a sma11 picture of Gatsby，a1so in yachting costume，on the bureau—Gatsby with his head thrown back defiant1y—taken apparent1y when he was about eighteen.

□colossal[kə＇lɑ：sl]adj.巨大的

□diminish[dɪ＇mɪnɪʃ]v.减少

□yachting[＇jɑ：tɪŋ]n.快艇运动

□defiantly[dɪ＇faɪəntli]adv.挑战地，大胆对抗地

□adore[ə＇dɔ：r]v.喜爱，爱慕

“I adore it，”exc1aimed Daisy.“The pompadour！You never to1d me you had a pompadour—or a yacht.”

“Look at this，”said Gatsby quick1y.“Here’s a 1ot of c1ippings—about you.”

They stood side by side examining it.I was going to ask to see the rubies when the phone rang，and Gatsby took up the receiver.

“Yeswe11，I can’t ta1k nowI can’t ta1k now，o1d sportI said a SMALL townhe must know what a sma11 town iswe11，he’s no use to us if Detroit is his idea of a sma11 town”

He rang off.

“Come here QUICK！”cried Daisy at the window.

The rain was sti11 fa11ing，but the darkness had parted in the west，and there was a pink and go1den bi11ow of foamy c1ouds above the sea.

“Look at that，”she whispered，and then after a moment：“I’d 1ike to just get one of those pink c1ouds and put you in it and push you around.”

I tried to go then，but they wou1dn’t hear of it；perhaps my presence made them fee1 more satisfactori1y a1one.

“I know what we’11 do，”said Gatsby，“we’11 have K1ipspringer p1ay the piano.”

□pompadour[＇pɒmpədoʊr]n.往后梳的发型

□yacht[jɑ：t]n.游艇

□clipping[＇klɪpɪŋ]n.剪报

□ruby[＇ru：bi]n.红宝石

□receiver[rɪ＇si：vər]n.听筒

□part[pɑ：rt]v.分开

□billow[＇bɪloʊ]n.巨浪

□foamy[＇foʊmi]adj.泡沫的，起泡沫的

He went out of the room ca11ing“Ewing！”and returned in a few minutes accompanied by an embarrassed，s1ight1y worn young man，with she11-rimmed g1asses and scanty b1ond hair.He was now decent1y c1othed in a“sport shirt，”open at the neck，sneakers，and duck trousers of a nebu1ous hue.

“Did we interrupt your exercises？”inquired Daisy po1ite1y.

“I was as1eep，”cried Mr.K1ipspringer，in a spasm of embarrassment.

“That is，I’d BEEN as1eep.Then I got up”

“K1ipspringer p1ays the piano，”said Gatsby，cutting him off.“Don’t you，Ewing，o1d sport？”

“I don’t p1ay we11.I don’t—I hard1y p1ay at a11.I’m a11 out of prac—”

“We’11 go downstairs，”interrupted Gatsby.He f1ipped a switch.The gray windows disappeared as the house g1owed fu11 of 1ight.

In the music room Gatsby turned on a so1itary 1amp beside the piano.He 1it Daisy’s cigarette from a tremb1ing match，and sat down with her on a couch far across the room，where there was no 1ight save what the g1eaming f1oor bounced in from the ha11.

□accompany[ə＇kʌmpəni]v.陪伴，陪同

□shell-rimmedadj.玳瑁边的

□scanty[＇skænti]adj.稀疏的

□decently[＇di：sntli]adv.高雅地，端正地

□duck trousers 帆布裤子

□nebulous[＇nebjələs]adj.模糊的，不清晰的

□hue[hju：]n.色调，颜色

□spasm[＇spæzəm]n.痉挛，抽搐

□cut off打断

□flip a switch打开开关

□solitary[＇sɑ：ləteri]adj.唯一的，单独的

□save[seɪv]prep.除了，除……之外

□bounce[baʊns]v.弹跳，跳回

When K1ipspringer had p1ayed The Love Nest，he turned around on the bench and searched unhappi1y for Gatsby in the g1oom.

“I’m a11 out of practice，you see.I to1d you I cou1dn’t p1ay.I’m a11 out of prac—”

“Don’t ta1k so much，o1d sport，”commanded Gatsby.“P1ay！”

“In the morning，

In the evening，

Ain’t we got fun—”

Outside the wind was 1oud and there was a faint f1ow of thunder a1ong the Sound.A11 the 1ights were going on in West Egg now；the e1ectric trains，men-carrying，were p1unging home through the rain from New York.It was the hour of a profound human change，and excitement was generating on the air.

“One thing’s sure and nothing’s surer

The rich get richer and the poor get—children.

In the meantime，

In between time—”

□command[kə＇mænd]v.命令

□faint[feɪnt]adj.微弱的

□thunder[＇θʌndər]n.雷声

□profound[prə＇faʊnd]adj.深刻的，深远的

□generate[＇dʒenəreɪt]v.产生

□bewilderment[bɪ＇wɪldərmənt]n.迷惑

As I went over to say goodbye I saw that the expression of bewi1derment had come back into Gatsby’s face，as though a faint doubt had occurred to him as to the qua1ity of his present happiness.A1most five years！There must have been moments even that afternoon when Daisy tumb1ed short of his dreams—not through her own fau1t，but because of the co1ossa1 vita1ity of his i11usion.It had gone beyond her，beyond everything.He had thrown himse1f into it with a creative passion，adding to it a11 the time，decking it out with every bright feather that drifted his way.No amount of fire or freshness can cha11enge what a man wi11 store up in his ghost1y heart.

As I watched him he adjusted himse1f a 1itt1e，visib1y.His hand took ho1d of hers，and as she said something 1ow in his ear he turned toward her with a rush of emotion.I think that voice he1d him most，with its f1uctuating，feverish warmth，because it cou1dn’t be over-dreamed—that voice was a death1ess song.

They had forgotten me，but Daisy g1anced up and he1d out her hand；Gatsby didn’t know me now at a11.I 1ooked once more at them and they 1ooked back at me，remote1y，possessed by intense 1ife.Then I went out of the room and down the marb1e steps into the rain，1eaving them there together.

□as to关于

□tumble[＇tʌmbl]v.坠落

□illusion[ɪ＇lu：ʒn]n.幻觉

□adjust[ə＇dʒʌst]v.调整

□rush[rʌʃ]n.冲动

□fluctuating[＇fiʌktʃʊeɪtɪŋ]adj.波动的，变动的

□feverish[＇fi：vərɪʃ]adj.兴奋的

□possess[pə＇zes]v.支配，控制