Main  Contacts  
Table of contents
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

followed them with their eyes, "it's filthy, and if you can't see it, 

you're filthy, too!" 

 

"I can't help it," said Sloane doggedly. "What's the matter with you? 

Old remorse getting you? You'd be in a fine state if you'd gone through 

with our little party." 

 

"I'm going, Fred," said Amory slowly. His knees were shaking under him, 

and he knew that if he stayed another minute on this street he would 

keel over where he stood. "I'll be at the Vanderbilt for lunch." And he 

strode rapidly off and turned over to Fifth Avenue. Back at the hotel he 

felt better, but as he walked into the barber-shop, intending to get a 

head massage, the smell of the powders and tonics brought back Axia's 

sidelong, suggestive smile, and he left hurriedly. In the doorway of his 

room a sudden blackness flowed around him like a divided river. 

 

When he came to himself he knew that several hours had passed. He 

pitched onto the bed and rolled over on his face with a deadly fear that 

he was going mad. He wanted people, people, some one sane and stupid and 

good. He lay for he knew not how long without moving. He could feel 

the little hot veins on his forehead standing out, and his terror had 

hardened on him like plaster. He felt he was passing up again through 

the thin crust of horror, and now only could he distinguish the shadowy 

twilight he was leaving. He must have fallen asleep again, for when he 

next recollected himself he had paid the hotel bill and was stepping 

into a taxi at the door. It was raining torrents. 

 

On the train for Princeton he saw no one he knew, only a crowd of 

fagged-looking Philadelphians. The presence of a painted woman across 

the aisle filled him with a fresh burst of sickness and he changed to 

another car, tried to concentrate on an article in a popular magazine. 

He found himself reading the same paragraphs over and over, so he 

abandoned this attempt and leaning over wearily pressed his hot forehead 

against the damp window-pane. The car, a smoker, was hot and stuffy with 

most of the smells of the state's alien population; he opened a window 


Page 24 from 26:  Back   1   2   3   4   5   6   7   8   9   10   11   12   13   14   15   16   17   18   19   20   21   22   23  [24]  25   26   Forward