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As I watched him he adjusted himself a little； visibly。 His hand took hold of hers； and as she said something low in his ear he turned toward her with a rush of emotion。 I think that voice held him most； with its fluctuating； feverish warmth； because it couldn’t be overdreamed—that voice was a deathless song。 我注视着他的时候，看得出来他在悄悄使自己适应眼前的现实。他伸出手去抓住她的手。她低低在他耳边说了点什么，他听了就感情冲动地转向她。我看最使他人迷的是她那激动昂扬的声音，因为那是无论怎样梦想都不可能企及的…那声音是一曲永恒的歌。
They had forgotten me； but Daisy glanced up and held out her hand； Gatsby didn’t know me now at all。 I looked once more at them and they looked back at me； remotely； possessed by intense life。 Then I went out of the room and down the marble steps into the rain； leaving them there together。 他俩已经把我忘了，但黛西抬起头来瞥了一眼，伸出了手。盖茨比此刻压根儿不认识我了。我又看了他俩一眼，他们也看看我，好像远在天涯，沉浸在强烈的感情之中。我随即走出屋子，走下大理石台阶到雨里面去，留下他们两人在一起。
Chapter 6 第六章
About this time an ambitious young reporter from New York arrived one morning at Gatsby’s door and asked him if he had anything to say。 大概在这个时候，有一天早上，一个雄心勃勃的年轻记者从纽约来到盖茨比的大门口，问他有没有什么话要说。
“Anything to say about what？” inquired Gatsby politely。 〃关于什么的话？〃盖茨比很客气地问道。
“Why—any statement to give out。” 〃呃…发表个什么声明。〃
It transpired after a confused five minutes that the man had heard Gatsby’s name around his office in a connection which he either wouldn’t reveal or didn’t fully understand。 This was his day off and with laudable initiative he had hurried out “to see。” 在乱了五分钟之后事情才弄清楚。原来这个人在他报馆里曾经听人提到盖茨比的名字，可是为什么会提到他却不肯透露，或者他也没完全弄明白。这天他休息，于是就积极主动地跑出城来〃看看〃。
It was a random shot； and yet the reporter’s instinct was right。 Gatsby’s notoriety； spread about by the hundreds who had accepted his hospitality and so bee authorities on his past； had increased all summer until he fell just short of being news。 Contemporary legends such as the “underground pipeline to Canada。” attached themselves to him； and there was one persistent story that he didn’t live in a house at all； but in a boat that looked like a house and was moved secretly up and down the Long Island shore。 Just why these inventions were a source of satisfaction to James Gatz of North Dakota； isn’t easy to say。 这不过是碰碰运气，然而这位记者的直觉却是对的。千百个人在他家做过客因而成为他的经历的权威，由于他们的宣扬，盖茨比的名声在这个夏天越来越大，直到他只差一点就要成为新闻人物了。当时的各种传奇，像〃通往加拿大的地下管道〃之类，都和他挂上了钩，还有一个长期流传的谣言，说他根本不是住在一座房子里，而是住在一条船上，船看上去像座房子，并且沿着长岛海岸秘密地来回移动。究竟为什么北达科他州的杰姆斯？盖兹能从这些谣言中得到满足，这倒不容易回答。
James Gatz—that was really； or at least legally； his name。 He had changed it at the age of seventeen and at the specific moment that witnessed the beginning of his career—when he saw Dan Cody’s yacht drop anchor over the most insidious flat on Lake Superior。 It was James Gatz who had been loafing along the beach that afternoon in a torn green jersey and a pair of canvas pants； but it was already Jay Gatsby who borrowed a rowboat； pulled out to the TUOLOMEE； and informed Cody that a wind might catch him and break him up in half an hour。 杰姆斯？盖兹这是他的真姓名，至少是他法律上的姓名。他是在十七岁时改名换姓的，也是在他一生事业开端的那个特定时刻…当时他看见丹？科迪先生的游艇在苏必利尔湖①上最险恶的沙洲上抛锚、那天下午身穿一件破旧的绿色运动衫和一条帆布裤在沙滩上游荡的是杰姆斯？盖兹，但是后来借了一条小船，划到托洛美号去警告科迪，半小时之内可能起大风使他的船覆没的，已经是杰伊？盖茨比了。 ①苏必利尔湖（Lake Superior），美国五大湖之一。
I suppose he’d had the name ready for a long time； even then。 His parents were shiftless and unsuccessful farm people—his imagination had never really accepted them as his parents at all。 The truth was that Jay Gatsby of West Egg； Long Island； sprang from his Platonic conception of himself。 He was a son of God—a phrase which； if it means anything； means just that—and he must be about His Father’s business； the service of a vast； vulgar； and meretricious beauty。 So he invented just the sort of Jay Gatsby that a seventeenyearold boy would be likely to invent； and to this conception he was faithful to the end。 我猜，就在当时他也早已把这个名宇想好了。他的父母是碌碌无为的庄稼人…他的想象力根本从来没有真正承认他们是自己的父母。实际上长岛西卵的杰伊？盖茨比来自他对自己的柏拉图式的理念。他是上帝的儿子这个称号，如果有什么意义的话，就是字面的意思因此他必须为他的天父效命，献身于一种博大、庸俗、华而不实的美。因此他虚构的恰恰是一个十七岁的小青年很可能会虚构的那种杰伊？盖茨比，而他始终不渝地忠于这个理想形象。
For over a year he had been beating his way along the south shore of Lake Superior as a clamdigger and a salmonfisher or in any other capacity that brought him food and bed。 His brown； hardening body lived naturally through the halffierce； halflazy work of the bracing days。 He knew women early； and since they spoiled him he became contemptuous of them； of young virgins because they were ignorant； of the others because they were hysterical about things which in his overwhelming selfabsorbtion he took for granted。 一年多来，他沿着苏必利尔湖南岸奔波，或是捕鲑鱼，或是捞蛤蜊，或是干任何其他为他挣来食宿的杂事。在那些风吹日晒的日子里，干着时松时紧的活计，他有着晒得黝黑。越来越硬棒的身体，过着大然的生活。他早就跟女人发生了关系，并且由于女人过分宠爱他，他倒瞧不起她们。他瞧不起年轻的处女，因为她们愚昧无知，他也瞧不起其他女人，因为她们为了一些事情大吵大闹，而那些事情由于他那惊人的自我陶醉，在他看来都是理所当然的。
But his heart was in a constant； turbulent riot。 The most grotesque and fantastic conceits haunted him in his bed at night。 A universe of ineffable gaudiness spun itself out in his brain while the clock ticked on the washstand and the moon soaked with wet light his tangled clothes upon the floor。 Each night he added to the pattern of his fancies until drowsiness closed down upon some vivid scene with an oblivious embrace。 For a while these reveries provided an outlet for his imagination； they were a satisfactory hint of the unreality of reality； a promise that the rock of the world was founded securely on a fairy’s wing。 但是他的内心却经常处于激荡不安之中。夜晚躺在床上的时候，各种离奇怪诞的幻想纷至沓来。一个绚丽得无法形容的宇宙展现在他脑海里，这时小钟在洗脸架上滴答滴答地响着，月亮用水一般的光浸泡着他乱七八糟扔在地上的衣服。每夜他都给他那些幻想的图案添枝加叶，一直等到昏沉的睡意降落在一个生动的场面之上，使他忘记了一切。有一阵子这些幻梦为他的想象力提供了一个发泄的途径：它们令人满意地暗示现实是不真实的，它们表明世界的磐石是牢牢地建立在仙女的翅膀上的。
An instinct toward his future glory had led him； some months before； to the small Lutheran college of St。 Olaf in southern Minnesota。 He stayed there two weeks； dismayed at its ferocious indifference to the drums of his destiny； to destiny itself； and despising the janitor’s work with which he was to pay his way through。 Then he drifted back to Lake Superior； and he was still searching for something to do on the day that Dan Cody’s yacht dropped anchor in the shallows alongshore。 几个月以前，一种追求他未来的光荣的本能促使他前往明尼苏达州南部路德教的小圣奥拉夫学院。他在那里只待了两个星期，一方面由于学院对他的命运的鼓声、对命运本身麻木不忙而感到沮丧，一方面鄙视他为了挣钱作为学习费用而干的勤杂工工作。后来他东漂西荡又回到了苏必利尔湖，那天他还在找点什么活儿干的时候，丹？科迪的游艇在湖边的浅滩上抛下钱来。
Cody was fifty years old then； a product of the Nevada silver fields； of the Yukon； of every rush for metal since seventyfive。 The transactions in Montana copper that made him many times a millionaire found him physically robust but on the verge of softmindedness； and； suspecting this； an infini