Chapter 9

"It was on the two little seats facing each other that are always the last ones left on the train. I was going up to New York to see my sister and spend the night.

He had on a dress suit and patent leather （高级皮革） shoes and I couldn't keep my eyes off him but every time he looked at me I had to pretend to be looking at the advertisement over his head.

When we came into the station he was next to me and his white shirt-front（衬衫前襟） pressed against my arm—and so I told him I'd have to call a policeman, but he knew I lied.

I was so excited that when I got into a taxi with him I didn't hardly know I wasn't getting into a subway train. All I kept thinking about, over and over, was 'You can't live forever, you can't live forever.' "

She turned to Mrs. McKee and the room rang full of her artificial laughter.

"My dear," she cried, "I'm going to give you this dress as soon as I'm through with it. I've got to get another one tomorrow. I'm going to make a list of all the things I've got to get.

A massage and a wave and a collar for the dog and one of those cute little ash-trays where you touch a spring, and a wreath with a black silk bow for mother's grave that'll last all summer. I got to write down a list so I won't forget all the things I got to do."

It was nine o'clock—almost immediately afterward I looked at my watch and found it was ten. Mr. McKee was asleep on a chair with his fists clenched in his lap, like a photograph of a man of action. Taking out my handkerchief I wiped from his cheek the remains of the spot of dried lather（皂沫） that had worried me all the afternoon.

The little dog was sitting on the table looking with blind eyes through the smoke and from time to time groaning faintly.

People disappeared, reappeared, made plans to go somewhere, and then lost each other, searched for each other, found each other a few feet away.

Some time toward midnight Tom Buchanan and Mrs. Wilson stood face to face discussing in impassioned voices whether Mrs. Wilson had any right to mention Daisy's name.

"Daisy! Daisy! Daisy!" shouted Mrs. Wilson. "I'll say it whenever I want to! Daisy! Dai——"

Making a short deft movement Tom Buchanan broke her nose with his open hand.

Then there were bloody towels upon the bathroom floor, and women's voices scolding, and high over the confusion a long broken wail of pain.

Mr. McKee awoke from his doze and started in a daze toward the door.

When he had gone half way he turned around and stared at the scene—his wife and Catherine scolding and consoling as they stumbled here and there among the crowded furniture with articles of aid, and the despairing figure on the couch bleeding fluently and trying to spread a copy of "Town Tattle" over the tapestry scenes of Versailles. 

Then Mr. McKee turned and continued on out the door. Taking my hat from the chandelier（枝形吊灯） I followed.

"Come to lunch some day," he suggested, as we groaned down in the elevator.

"Where?"

"Anywhere."

"Keep your hands off the lever," snapped the elevator boy.

"I beg your pardon," said Mr. McKee with dignity, "I didn't know I was touching it."

"All right," I agreed, "I'll be glad to."

 … I was standing beside his bed and he was sitting up between the sheets, clad in his underwear, with a great portfolio（相册集） in his hands.

"Beauty and the Beast … Loneliness … Old Grocery Horse … Brook'n Bridge … ."

Then I was lying half asleep in the cold lower level of the Pennsylvania Station, staring at the morning "Tribune" and waiting for the four o'clock train.

There was music from my neighbor's house through the summer nights. In his blue gardens men and girls came and went like moths among the whisperings and the champagne and the stars.

At high tide in the afternoon I watched his guests diving from the tower of his raft（木筏的跳台） or taking the sun on the hot sand of his beach while his two motor-boats slit the waters of the Sound, drawing aquaplanes（滑水板） over cataracts（大瀑布） of foam.

On week-ends his Rolls-Royce（劳斯莱斯） became an omnibus（公共汽车）, bearing parties to and from the city, between nine in the morning and long past midnight, while his station wagon（轿车） scampered like a brisk yellow bug to meet all trains. 

And on Mondays eight servants including an extra gardener toiled all day with mops and scrubbing-brushes（硬毛刷） and hammers and garden-shears（园艺剪刀）, repairing the ravages of the night before.

Every Friday five crates of oranges and lemons arrived from a fruiterer in New York—every Monday these same oranges and lemons left his back door in a pyramid of pulpless （无果肉的） halves.

There was a machine in the kitchen which could extract the juice of two hundred oranges in half an hour, if a little button was pressed two hundred times by a butler's thumb.

At least once a fortnight a corps of caterers （餐宴承办商） came down with several hundred feet of canvas and enough colored lights to make a Christmas tree of Gatsby's enormous garden.

On buffet tables, garnished with glistening hors-d'oeuvre（开胃小吃）, spiced baked hams crowded against salads of harlequin（五花八门） designs and pastry pigs and turkeys bewitched to a dark gold.

In the main hall a bar with a real brass rail was set up, and stocked with gins and liquors and with cordials（甜果汁饮料） so long forgotten that most of his female guests were too young to know one from another.

By seven o'clock the orchestra has arrived—no thin five-piece affair but a whole pitful of oboes（双簧管） and trombones（长号） and saxophones and viols（维奥尔琴） and cornets（短号） and piccolos（短笛） and low and high drums.

The last swimmers have come in from the beach now and are dressing upstairs; the cars from New York are parked five deep in the drive, and already the halls and salons and verandas are gaudy with primary colors and hair shorn（剪得） in strange new ways and shawls beyond the dreams of Castile.

The bar is in full swing and floating rounds of cocktails permeate the garden outside until the air is alive with chatter and laughter and casual innuendo（含沙射影） and introductions forgotten on the spot and enthusiastic meetings between women who never knew each other's names.

The lights grow brighter as the earth lurches（蹒跚） away from the sun and now the orchestra is playing yellow cocktail music and the opera of voices pitches a key higher.

Laughter is easier, minute by minute, spilled with prodigality（挥霍）, tipped out at a cheerful word.

The groups change more swiftly, swell with new arrivals, dissolve and form in the same breath—already there are wanderers, confident girls who weave here and there among the stouter and more stable, become for a sharp, joyous moment the center of a group and then excited with triumph glide on through the sea-change of faces and voices and color under the constantly changing light.

（1200 words）

今日短语

1. sit up 坐直，坐起来

2. at high tide 在高潮时

3. in full swing 在热烈进行中；处于兴盛阶段

4. on the spot 当场

5. tip out倾泻出来

6. in the same breath 同时，紧接着

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