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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

white mass. All that remained of the charm and personality of the Dick 

Humbird he had known--oh, it was all so horrible and unaristocratic and 

close to the earth. All tragedy has that strain of the grotesque 

and squalid--so useless, futile... the way animals die.... Amory was 

reminded of a cat that had lain horribly mangled in some alley of his 

childhood. 

 

"Some one go to Princeton with Ferrenby." 

 

Amory stepped outside the door and shivered slightly at the late night 

wind--a wind that stirred a broken fender on the mass of bent metal to a 

plaintive, tinny sound. 

 

***** 

 

CRESCENDO! 

 

Next day, by a merciful chance, passed in a whirl. When Amory was by 

himself his thoughts zigzagged inevitably to the picture of that red 

mouth yawning incongruously in the white face, but with a determined 

effort he piled present excitement upon the memory of it and shut it 

coldly away from his mind. 

 

Isabelle and her mother drove into town at four, and they rode up 

smiling Prospect Avenue, through the gay crowd, to have tea at Cottage. 

The clubs had their annual dinners that night, so at seven he loaned her 

to a freshman and arranged to meet her in the gymnasium at eleven, when 

the upper classmen were admitted to the freshman dance. She was all he 

had expected, and he was happy and eager to make that night the centre 

of every dream. At nine the upper classes stood in front of the clubs 

as the freshman torchlight parade rioted past, and Amory wondered if the 

dress-suited groups against the dark, stately backgrounds and under 

the flare of the torches made the night as brilliant to the staring, 

cheering freshmen as it had been to him the year before. 

 

The next day was another whirl. They lunched in a gay party of six in a 

private dining-room at the club, while Isabelle and Amory looked at each 

other tenderly over the fried chicken and knew that their love was to be 

eternal. They danced away the prom until five, and the stags cut in on 

Isabelle with joyous abandon, which grew more and more enthusiastic as 


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