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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

 

They reassembled later by the Casino and made arrangements for the 

night. Kerry wormed permission from the watchman to sleep on the 

platform and, having collected a huge pile of rugs from the booths to 

serve as mattresses and blankets, they talked until midnight, and then 

fell into a dreamless sleep, though Amory tried hard to stay awake and 

watch that marvellous moon settle on the sea. 

 

So they progressed for two happy days, up and down the shore by 

street-car or machine, or by shoe-leather on the crowded boardwalk; 

sometimes eating with the wealthy, more frequently dining frugally 

at the expense of an unsuspecting restaurateur. They had their photos 

taken, eight poses, in a quick-development store. Kerry insisted on 

grouping them as a "varsity" football team, and then as a tough gang 

from the East Side, with their coats inside out, and himself sitting 

in the middle on a cardboard moon. The photographer probably has them 

yet--at least, they never called for them. The weather was perfect, and 

again they slept outside, and again Amory fell unwillingly asleep. 

 

Sunday broke stolid and respectable, and even the sea seemed to mumble 

and complain, so they returned to Princeton via the Fords of transient 

farmers, and broke up with colds in their heads, but otherwise none the 

worse for wandering. 

 

Even more than in the year before, Amory neglected his work, not 

deliberately but lazily and through a multitude of other interests. 

Co-ordinate geometry and the melancholy hexameters of Corneille and 

Racine held forth small allurements, and even psychology, which he had 

eagerly awaited, proved to be a dull subject full of muscular reactions 

and biological phrases rather than the study of personality and 

influence. That was a noon class, and it always sent him dozing. 

Having found that "subjective and objective, sir," answered most of the 

questions, he used the phrase on all occasions, and it became the class 

joke when, on a query being levelled at him, he was nudged awake by 

Ferrenby or Sloane to gasp it out. 

 

Mostly there were parties--to Orange or the Shore, more rarely to 


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