Yet high over the city our line of yellow windows must have contributed their share of human secrecy to the casual watcher in the darkening streets, and I was him too, looking up and wondering. I was within and without, simultaneously enchanted and repelled by the inexhaustible variety of life.
He had thrown himself into it with a creative passion, adding to it all the time, decking it out with every bright feather that drifted his way. No amount of fire or freshness can challenge what a man will store up in his ghostly heart.
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.
13.许多种情感鱼贯似地流露到她的脸上，仿佛正被冲洗着的相纸一点一点地显示出物景那样。
So engrossed was she that she had no consciousness of being observed, and one emotion after another crept into her face like objects into a slowly developing picture.
I couldn’t sleep all night; a fog-horn was groaning incessantly on the Sound, and I tossed half-sick between grotesque reality and savage, frightening dreams.
15.她消逝在了她那奢华的房子里，消逝在了她那富裕充实的生活之中，留给盖茨比的——只是无有。
She vanished into her rich house, into her rich, full life, leaving Gatsby—nothing.www.lizhidaren.com
Gatsby was overwhelmingly aware of the youth and mystery that wealth imprisons and preserves, of the freshness of many clothes, and of Daisy, gleaming like silver, safe and proud above the hot struggles of the poor.
17.从这话里，除了能窥测出他对这一无法衡量出的情事之紧张的思考程度，还能推断出什么呢？
What could you make of that, except to suspect some intensity in his conception of the affair that couldn’t be measured?
If that was true he must have felt that he had lost the old warm world, paid a high price for living too long with a single dream. He must have looked up at an unfamiliar sky through frightening leaves and shivered as he found what a grotesque thing a rose is and how raw the sunlight was upon the scarcely created grass. A new world, material without being real, where poor ghosts, breathing dreams like air, drifted fortuitously about . . .
Chapter 9
19.我三十岁了，如果我再年轻五岁的话，我说不定会自己欺骗自己把这称之为美德的。
I’m thirty. I’m five years too old to lie to myself and call it honor.etic contemplation he neither understood nor desired, face to face for the last time in history with something commensurate to his capacity for wonder.
He had come a long way to this blue lawn, and his dream must have seemed so close that he could hardly fail to grasp it. He did not know that it was already behind him, somewhere back in that vast obscurity beyond the city, where the dark fields of the republic rolled on under the night.
21.为此，我们将顶住那不停地退回到过去的潮头奋力向前。
So we beat on, boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the past.
22.我们继续奋力向前，逆水行舟，被不断地向后推，直至回到往昔岁月。
It eluded us then,but that's no matter to-morrow we will run faster, stretch out our arms farther...and one fine morning. So we beat on,boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly nto the past
