盖茨比最后的结局全然没错；是哪个追杀围堵他的东西，是那些在他美梦之后扬起的肮脏尘埃，是我对他人突然破产的悲伤和稍纵即逝的欣喜失去了兴趣。
每当你觉得想要批评什么人的时候，你切要记着，这个世界上的人并非都具备你禀有的条件。
Whenever you feel like criticizing any one, just remember that all the people in this world haven’t had the advantages that you’ve had.
人们的品行有的好像建筑在坚硬的岩石上，有的好像建筑在泥沼里，不过超过一定的限度，我就不在乎它建在什么之上了。
Conduct may be founded on the hard rock or the wet marshes, but after a certain point I don’t care what it’s founded on.
这时，天色已经暗了下来，我们这排高高地俯瞰着城市的灯火通明的窗户，一定让街头偶尔抬头眺望的人感到了，人类的秘密也有其一份在这里吧，我也是这样的一个过路人，举头望着诧异着。我既在事内又在事外，几杯永无枯竭的五彩纷呈的生活所吸引，同时又被其排斥着。
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.
他是上帝之子，如果这个词还有什么别的含义的话，这里只能用它的本意，他要为天父的事业而献身，服务于这一博大而又粗俗、浮华而又美丽的事业。
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.
我整夜没睡；雾笛声一个劲儿在桑德海湾上凄恻地鸣响，我辗转反侧，像生了病一样，理不清哪些是狰狞的现实，哪些是可怕的梦魇。
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.
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.
.盖茨比比以前任何时候都深切地感受到了财富所能赐予青春的魅力和它所能持有的神秘，感受到了锦衣靓饰的清新怡人，意识到了像银子似的发着熠熠光彩的黛西，安然傲倨于劳苦人为生活所做的拼死斗争之上。
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 ofthe poor.
他经过慢慢追索才来到了这片蓝色的草地上，他的梦想一定已经离得他如此之近以至于他几乎不会抓不到它了。他不知道他的梦想已经被甩在了他的身后，已经隐藏在了城市以外的冥蒙之中，在那里共和国的黑暗的土地在黑夜中延伸着……
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.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.
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