作者：(美国) 菲茨杰拉德 (F.Scott Fitzgerald)
Lester Myer and George Duckweed and Francis Bull. Also from NewYork were the Chromes and the Backhyssons and the Dennickers andRussel Betty and the Corrigans and the Kellehers and the Dewers andthe Scullys and S. W. Belcher and the Smirkes and the young Quinns,divorced now, and Henry L. Palmetto, who killed himself by jumpingin front of a subway train in Times Square.
Benny McClenahan arrived always with four girls. They werenever quite the same ones in physical person, but they were soidentical one with another that it inevitably seemed they had beenthere before. I have forgotten their names——Jaqueline, I think, or, elseConsuela, or Gloria or Judy or June, and their last names were eitherthe melodious names of flowers and months or the sterner ones ofthe great American capitalists whose cousins, if pressed, they wouldconfess themselves to be. In addition to all these I can remember that Faustina O'Br~encame there at least once and the Baedeker girls and young Brewer,who had his nose shot off in the war, and Mr Albrucksburger and MissHaag, his fiancee, and Ardita Fitz-Peters and Mr P. Jewett, once headof the American Legion, and Miss Claudia Hip, with a man reputed tobe her chauffeur, and a prince of something, whom we called Duke,and whose name, if I ever knew it, I have forgotten.
All these people came to Gatsby's house in the summer.
At nine o'clock, one morning late in July, Gatsby's gorgeous carlurched up the rocky drive to my door and gave out a burst of melodyfrom its three-noted horn. It was the first time he had called on me,though I had gone to two of his parties, mounted in his hydroplane,and, at his urgent invitation, made frequent use of his beach.
"Good-morning, old sport. You're having lunch with me todayand I thought we'd ride up together."