Or perhaps I had merely grown used to it, grown to accept West Egg as a world complete in itself, with its own standards and its own great figures, second to nothing because it had no consciousness of being so, and now I was looking at it again, through Daisy's eyes.
Edo agian ni hartara ohitua izatea ere litekeena da, alegia, piskanan, West Egg berezko mundu oso bat bezala onartzera, bere arau eta figura handiekin, parerik ez zuela uste zuelako paregabea zena, eta orain, berriz, Daisyren begiez begiratzen nion.