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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

unfathomable secret reasons known to no one but the wielders of the 

black balls. 

 

This orgy of sociability culminated in a gigantic party at the Nassau 

Inn, where punch was dispensed from immense bowls, and the whole 

down-stairs became a delirious, circulating, shouting pattern of faces 

and voices. 

 

"Hi, Dibby--'gratulations!" 

 

"Goo' boy, Tom, you got a good bunch in Cap." 

 

"Say, Kerry--" 

 

"Oh, Kerry--I hear you went Tiger with all the weight-lifters!" "Well, I 

didn't go Cottage--the parlor-snakes' delight." 

 

"They say Overton fainted when he got his Ivy bid--Did he sign up the 

first day?--oh, _no_. Tore over to Murray-Dodge on a bicycle--afraid it 

was a mistake." 

 

"How'd you get into Cap--you old roue?" 

 

"'Gratulations!" 

 

"'Gratulations yourself. Hear you got a good crowd." 

 

When the bar closed, the party broke up into groups and streamed, 

singing, over the snow-clad campus, in a weird delusion that 

snobbishness and strain were over at last, and that they could do what 

they pleased for the next two years. 

 

Long afterward Amory thought of sophomore spring as the happiest time of 

his life. His ideas were in tune with life as he found it; he wanted 

no more than to drift and dream and enjoy a dozen new-found friendships 

through the April afternoons. 

 

Alec Connage came into his room one morning and woke him up into the 

sunshine and peculiar glory of Campbell Hall shining in the window. 

 

"Wake up, Original Sin, and scrape yourself together. Be in front of 

Renwick's in half an hour. Somebody's got a car." He took the bureau 

cover and carefully deposited it, with its load of small articles, upon 

the bed. 

 

"Where'd you get the car?" demanded Amory cynically. 

 

"Sacred trust, but don't be a critical goopher or you can't go!" 

 

"I think I'll sleep," Amory said calmly, resettling himself and reaching 

beside the bed for a cigarette. 

 

"Sleep!" 

 

"Why not? I've got a class at eleven-thirty." 

 

"You damned gloom! Of course, if you don't want to go to the coast--" 


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