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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

possible failure to pass off his condition with equanimity, even though 

it would arbitrarily mean his removal from the Princetonian board and 

the slaughter of his chances for the Senior Council. 

 

There was always his luck. 

 

He yawned, scribbled his honor pledge on the cover, and sauntered from 

the room. 

 

"If you don't pass it," said the newly arrived Alec as they sat on the 

window-seat of Amory's room and mused upon a scheme of wall decoration, 

"you're the world's worst goopher. Your stock will go down like an 

elevator at the club and on the campus." 

 

"Oh, hell, I know it. Why rub it in?" 

 

"'Cause you deserve it. Anybody that'd risk what you were in line for 

_ought_ to be ineligible for Princetonian chairman." 

 

"Oh, drop the subject," Amory protested. "Watch and wait and shut up. 

I don't want every one at the club asking me about it, as if I were a 

prize potato being fattened for a vegetable show." One evening a week 

later Amory stopped below his own window on the way to Renwick's, and, 

seeing a light, called up: 

 

"Oh, Tom, any mail?" 

 

Alec's head appeared against the yellow square of light. 

 

"Yes, your result's here." 

 

His heart clamored violently. 

 

"What is it, blue or pink?" 

 

"Don't know. Better come up." 

 

He walked into the room and straight over to the table, and then 

suddenly noticed that there were other people in the room. 

 

"'Lo, Kerry." He was most polite. "Ah, men of Princeton." They seemed 

to be mostly friends, so he picked up the envelope marked "Registrar's 

Office," and weighed it nervously. 

 

"We have here quite a slip of paper." 

 

"Open it, Amory." 

 

"Just to be dramatic, I'll let you know that if it's blue, my name is 

withdrawn from the editorial board of the Prince, and my short career is 

over." 

 

He paused, and then saw for the first time Ferrenby's eyes, wearing a 

hungry look and watching him eagerly. Amory returned the gaze pointedly. 

 

"Watch my face, gentlemen, for the primitive emotions." 

 

He tore it open and held the slip up to the light. 


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