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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

an epigram, than which, if one is content with ostensible epigrams, 

there are many feats harder. 12 Univee was amused. Kerry read "Dorian 

Gray" and simulated Lord Henry, following Amory about, addressing him 

as "Dorian" and pretending to encourage in him wicked fancies and 

attenuated tendencies to ennui. When he carried it into Commons, to the 

amazement of the others at table, Amory became furiously embarrassed, 

and after that made epigrams only before D'Invilliers or a convenient 

mirror. 

 

One day Tom and Amory tried reciting their own and Lord Dunsany's poems 

to the music of Kerry's graphophone. 

 

"Chant!" cried Tom. "Don't recite! Chant!" 

 

Amory, who was performing, looked annoyed, and claimed that he needed 

a record with less piano in it. Kerry thereupon rolled on the floor in 

stifled laughter. 

 

"Put on 'Hearts and Flowers'!" he howled. "Oh, my Lord, I'm going to 

cast a kitten." 

 

"Shut off the damn graphophone," Amory cried, rather red in the face. 

"I'm not giving an exhibition." 

 

In the meanwhile Amory delicately kept trying to awaken a sense of the 

social system in D'Invilliers, for he knew that this poet was really 

more conventional than he, and needed merely watered hair, a smaller 

range of conversation, and a darker brown hat to become quite regular. 

But the liturgy of Livingstone collars and dark ties fell on heedless 

ears; in fact D'Invilliers faintly resented his efforts; so Amory 

confined himself to calls once a week, and brought him occasionally to 

12 Univee. This caused mild titters among the other freshmen, who called 

them "Doctor Johnson and Boswell." 

 

Alec Connage, another frequent visitor, liked him in a vague way, but 

was afraid of him as a highbrow. Kerry, who saw through his poetic 

patter to the solid, almost respectable depths within, was immensely 

amused and would have him recite poetry by the hour, while he lay with 

closed eyes on Amory's sofa and listened: 

 

"Asleep or waking is it? for her neck 

Kissed over close, wears yet a purple speck 

Wherein the pained blood falters and goes out; 


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