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AMORY, SON OF BEATRICE
SPIRES AND GARGOYLES
THE EGOTIST CONSIDERS
NARCISSUS OFF DUTY
THE DEBUTANTE
EXPERIMENTS IN CONVALESCENCE
YOUNG IRONY
THE SUPERCILIOUS SACRIFICE
THE EGOTIST BECOMES A PERSONAGE

December the seventeenth, at five o'clock, and I would like it 

very much if you could come. 

 

Yours truly, 

 

R.S.V.P. Myra St. Claire. 

 

He had been two months in Minneapolis, and his chief struggle had been 

the concealing from "the other guys at school" how particularly superior 

he felt himself to be, yet this conviction was built upon shifting 

sands. He had shown off one day in French class (he was in senior French 

class) to the utter confusion of Mr. Reardon, whose accent Amory damned 

contemptuously, and to the delight of the class. Mr. Reardon, who had 

spent several weeks in Paris ten years before, took his revenge on the 

verbs, whenever he had his book open. But another time Amory showed off 

in history class, with quite disastrous results, for the boys there 

were his own age, and they shrilled innuendoes at each other all the 

following week: 

 

"Aw--I b'lieve, doncherknow, the Umuricun revolution was _lawgely_ an 

affair of the middul _clawses_," or 

 

"Washington came of very good blood--aw, quite good--I b'lieve." 

 

Amory ingeniously tried to retrieve himself by blundering on purpose. 

Two years before he had commenced a history of the United States which, 

though it only got as far as the Colonial Wars, had been pronounced by 

his mother completely enchanting. 

 

His chief disadvantage lay in athletics, but as soon as he discovered 

that it was the touchstone of power and popularity at school, he began 

to make furious, persistent efforts to excel in the winter sports, and 

with his ankles aching and bending in spite of his efforts, he skated 

valiantly around the Lorelie rink every afternoon, wondering how soon 

he would be able to carry a hockey-stick without getting it inexplicably 

tangled in his skates. 

 

The invitation to Miss Myra St. Claire's bobbing party spent the morning 

in his coat pocket, where it had an intense physical affair with a dusty 

piece of peanut brittle. During the afternoon he brought it to light 

with a sigh, and after some consideration and a preliminary draft in the 


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