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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

religion, and life as respectively a game or a mystery. The priest 

seemed to guess Amory's thoughts before they were clear in his own head, 

so closely related were their minds in form and groove. 

 

"Why do I make lists?" Amory asked him one night. "Lists of all sorts of 

things?" 

 

"Because you're a mediaevalist," Monsignor answered. "We both are. It's 

the passion for classifying and finding a type." 

 

"It's a desire to get something definite." 

 

"It's the nucleus of scholastic philosophy." 

 

"I was beginning to think I was growing eccentric till I came up here. 

It was a pose, I guess." 

 

"Don't worry about that; for you not posing may be the biggest pose of 

all. Pose--" 

 

"Yes?" 

 

"But do the next thing." 

 

After Amory returned to college he received several letters from 

Monsignor which gave him more egotistic food for consumption. 

 

I am afraid that I gave you too much assurance of your inevitable 

safety, and you must remember that I did that through faith in 

your springs of effort; not in the silly conviction that you will 

arrive without struggle. Some nuances of character you will have 

to take for granted in yourself, though you must be careful in 

confessing them to others. You are unsentimental, almost incapable 

of affection, astute without being cunning and vain without being 

proud. 

 

Don't let yourself feel worthless; often through life you will 

really be at your worst when you seem to think best of yourself; 

and don't worry about losing your "personality," as you persist 

in calling it; at fifteen you had the radiance of early morning, 

at twenty you will begin to have the melancholy brilliance of 

the moon, and when you are my age you will give out, as I do, 

the genial golden warmth of 4 P.M. 

 

If you write me letters, please let them be natural ones. Your 

last, that dissertation on architecture, was perfectly awful-- 

so "highbrow" that I picture you living in an intellectual and 

emotional vacuum; and beware of trying to classify people too 

definitely into types; you will find that all through their youth 


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