《The Great Gatsby》
Francis Scott Key Fitzgerald：
In my younger and more vulnerable years my father gave me some advice that I've been turning over in my mind ever since.
'Whenever you feel like anyone,' he told me 'just remember that all the people in this world haven't had that you've had.'
2016-11-5(1)
He didn't say any more, but we've always unusually communicative in a reserved way, and I understood that he meant a great deal more than that. In consequence, I'm inclined to reserve all judgments, a habit that opened up many curious natures to me and also made me the victim of not a few veteran bores. The abnormal mind is quick to detect and attach itself to this quality when it appears a normal person, and so it came about that in collage I was unjustly accused of being a politician, because I was privy to the secret griefs of wild, unknown man.
2016-11-06(2)
Most of the confidences we unsought-frequently I have feigned sleep when I realized by some unmistakable sign that an intimate revelation was quivering on the horizon; for the intimate revelation of young men, or at least the terms in which they express them, are usually plagiaristic and marred obvious suppressions. Reserving judgments is a matter of infinite hope. I am still a little afraid of missing something if I forget that, as my father snobbishly suggested, and I snobbishly repeat, a sense of the fundamental decencies is parcelled out unequally at birth.
2016-11-7(3)
And, after boasting this way of my tolerance, I come to the admission that it has a limit. Conduct may be founded on the hart rock or the wet marshes, but after certain point I don't care what it's founded on. When I came back from the East last autumn I felt that I wanted the world to be in uniform and at a sort of moral attention forever; I wanted no more riotous excursions with privileges glimpses into the human heart. Only Gatsby, the man who gives his name to this book, was exempt from my reaction--Gatsby, who represented everything for which I have an unaffected scorn.
2016-11-10(4)
If personality is an unbroken series of successful gestures，then there was something gorgeous about him, some heightened sensitivity to the promises of life, as if he were related to one of the those intricate machines that register earthquakes ten thousand miles away. This responsiveness had nothing to do with that flabby impressionability under the name of the 'creative temperament'--it was an extraordinary gift for hope, a romantic readiness such as I have never found in any other person and which it is not likely I shall ever find again. No-Gatsby turned out all right at the end; it is what preyed on Gatsby, what foul dust floated in the wake of his dreams that temporarily closed out my interest in the abortive sorrows and short-winded elations of man.
2016-11-14（5）
My family have been prominent, well-to-do people in this Middle Western city for three generations. The Carraways are something of a clan, and we have a tradition that we're descended from the Duakes of Buccleuch, but the actual founder of my line was my grandfather's brother, who came here in fifty-one, sent a substitute to the Civil War, and started the wholesale hardware business that my father carries on today.
I never saw this great-uncle, but I'm supposed to look like him--with special reference to the rather hard-boiled painting that range in my father office. I graduated New Haven in 1915, just a quarter of a century after my father, and a little later I participated the delayed Teutonic migration known as the Great War. I enjoyed the counter-raid so thoroughly and I came back restless.
In my younger and more vulnerable years my father gave me some advice that I've been turning over in my mind ever since.
'Whenever you feel like anyone,' he told me 'just remember that all the people in this world haven't had that you've had.'
2016-11-5(1)
He didn't say any more, but we've always unusually communicative in a reserved way, and I understood that he meant a great deal more than that. In consequence, I'm inclined to reserve all judgments, a habit that opened up many curious natures to me and also made me the victim of not a few veteran bores. The abnormal mind is quick to detect and attach itself to this quality when it appears a normal person, and so it came about that in collage I was unjustly accused of being a politician, because I was privy to the secret griefs of wild, unknown man.
2016-11-06(2)
Most of the confidences we unsought-frequently I have feigned sleep when I realized by some unmistakable sign that an intimate revelation was quivering on the horizon; for the intimate revelation of young men, or at least the terms in which they express them, are usually plagiaristic and marred obvious suppressions. Reserving judgments is a matter of infinite hope. I am still a little afraid of missing something if I forget that, as my father snobbishly suggested, and I snobbishly repeat, a sense of the fundamental decencies is parcelled out unequally at birth.
2016-11-7(3)
And, after boasting this way of my tolerance, I come to the admission that it has a limit. Conduct may be founded on the hart rock or the wet marshes, but after certain point I don't care what it's founded on. When I came back from the East last autumn I felt that I wanted the world to be in uniform and at a sort of moral attention forever; I wanted no more riotous excursions with privileges glimpses into the human heart. Only Gatsby, the man who gives his name to this book, was exempt from my reaction--Gatsby, who represented everything for which I have an unaffected scorn.
2016-11-10(4)
If personality is an unbroken series of successful gestures，then there was something gorgeous about him, some heightened sensitivity to the promises of life, as if he were related to one of the those intricate machines that register earthquakes ten thousand miles away. This responsiveness had nothing to do with that flabby impressionability under the name of the 'creative temperament'--it was an extraordinary gift for hope, a romantic readiness such as I have never found in any other person and which it is not likely I shall ever find again. No-Gatsby turned out all right at the end; it is what preyed on Gatsby, what foul dust floated in the wake of his dreams that temporarily closed out my interest in the abortive sorrows and short-winded elations of man.
2016-11-14（5）
My family have been prominent, well-to-do people in this Middle Western city for three generations. The Carraways are something of a clan, and we have a tradition that we're descended from the Duakes of Buccleuch, but the actual founder of my line was my grandfather's brother, who came here in fifty-one, sent a substitute to the Civil War, and started the wholesale hardware business that my father carries on today.
I never saw this great-uncle, but I'm supposed to look like him--with special reference to the rather hard-boiled painting that range in my father office. I graduated New Haven in 1915, just a quarter of a century after my father, and a little later I participated the delayed Teutonic migration known as the Great War. I enjoyed the counter-raid so thoroughly and I came back restless.
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