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

It was the remark that the first bore made to Adam. 

 

"Tell me about yourself." And she gave the answer that Adam must have 

given. 

 

"There's nothing to tell." 

 

But eventually Adam probably told the bore all the things he thought 

about at night when the locusts sang in the sandy grass, and he must 

have remarked patronizingly how _different_ he was from Eve, forgetting 

how different she was from him... at any rate, Clara told Amory much 

about herself that evening. She had had a harried life from sixteen on, 

and her education had stopped sharply with her leisure. Browsing in her 

library, Amory found a tattered gray book out of which fell a yellow 

sheet that he impudently opened. It was a poem that she had written 

at school about a gray convent wall on a gray day, and a girl with 

her cloak blown by the wind sitting atop of it and thinking about the 

many-colored world. As a rule such sentiment bored him, but this was 

done with so much simplicity and atmosphere, that it brought a picture 

of Clara to his mind, of Clara on such a cool, gray day with her keen 

blue eyes staring out, trying to see her tragedies come marching over 

the gardens outside. He envied that poem. How he would have loved to 

have come along and seen her on the wall and talked nonsense or romance 

to her, perched above him in the air. He began to be frightfully jealous 

of everything about Clara: of her past, of her babies, of the men and 

women who flocked to drink deep of her cool kindness and rest their 

tired minds as at an absorbing play. 

 

"_Nobody_ seems to bore you," he objected. 

 

"About half the world do," she admitted, "but I think that's a pretty 

good average, don't you?" and she turned to find something in Browning 

that bore on the subject. She was the only person he ever met who 

could look up passages and quotations to show him in the middle of 

the conversation, and yet not be irritating to distraction. She did it 

constantly, with such a serious enthusiasm that he grew fond of watching 

her golden hair bent over a book, brow wrinkled ever so little at 


Page 18 from 35:  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   27   28   29   30   31   32   33   34   35   Forward