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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

would inaugurate his career, and relinquished himself to watching Kerry 

extract joy from 12 Univee. 

 

They filled the Jewish youth's bed with lemon pie; they put out the gas 

all over the house every night by blowing into the jet in Amory's room, 

to the bewilderment of Mrs. Twelve and the local plumber; they set up 

the effects of the plebeian drunks--pictures, books, and furniture--in 

the bathroom, to the confusion of the pair, who hazily discovered 

the transposition on their return from a Trenton spree; they were 

disappointed beyond measure when the plebeian drunks decided to take it 

as a joke; they played red-dog and twenty-one and jackpot from dinner 

to dawn, and on the occasion of one man's birthday persuaded him to buy 

sufficient champagne for a hilarious celebration. The donor of the party 

having remained sober, Kerry and Amory accidentally dropped him down two 

flights of stairs and called, shame-faced and penitent, at the infirmary 

all the following week. 

 

"Say, who are all these women?" demanded Kerry one day, protesting 

at the size of Amory's mail. "I've been looking at the postmarks 

lately--Farmington and Dobbs and Westover and Dana Hall--what's the 

idea?" 

 

Amory grinned. 

 

"All from the Twin Cities." He named them off. "There's Marylyn De 

Witt--she's pretty, got a car of her own and that's damn convenient; 

there's Sally Weatherby--she's getting too fat; there's Myra St. Claire, 

she's an old flame, easy to kiss if you like it--" 

 

"What line do you throw 'em?" demanded Kerry. "I've tried everything, 

and the mad wags aren't even afraid of me." 

 

"You're the 'nice boy' type," suggested Amory. 

 

"That's just it. Mother always feels the girl is safe if she's with me. 

Honestly, it's annoying. If I start to hold somebody's hand, they laugh 

at me, and let me, just as if it wasn't part of them. As soon as I get 

hold of a hand they sort of disconnect it from the rest of them." 

 

"Sulk," suggested Amory. "Tell 'em you're wild and have 'em reform 

you--go home furious--come back in half an hour--startle 'em." 


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