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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

May the Queen of the Graces lead him by the hand the way he can 

go through the midst of his enemies and they not seeing him 

 

May Patrick of the Gael and Collumb of the Churches and the five 

thousand Saints of Erin be better than a shield to him 

And he got into the fight. 

Och Ochone." 

 

Amory--Amory--I feel, somehow, that this is all; one or both of us is 

not going to last out this war.... I've been trying to tell you how much 

this reincarnation of myself in you has meant in the last few years... 

curiously alike we are... curiously unlike. Good-by, dear boy, and God 

be with you. THAYER DARCY. 

 

***** 

 

EMBARKING AT NIGHT 

 

Amory moved forward on the deck until he found a stool under an electric 

light. He searched in his pocket for note-book and pencil and then began 

to write, slowly, laboriously: 

 

 

"We leave to-night... 

Silent, we filled the still, deserted street, 

A column of dim gray, 

And ghosts rose startled at the muffled beat 

Along the moonless way; 

The shadowy shipyards echoed to the feet 

That turned from night and day. 

 

And so we linger on the windless decks, 

See on the spectre shore 

Shades of a thousand days, poor gray-ribbed wrecks... 

Oh, shall we then deplore 

Those futile years! 

See how the sea is white! 

The clouds have broken and the heavens burn 

To hollow highways, paved with gravelled light 

The churning of the waves about the stern 

Rises to one voluminous nocturne, 

... We leave to-night." 

 

 

A letter from Amory, headed "Brest, March 11th, 1919," to Lieutenant T. 

P. D'Invilliers, Camp Gordon, Ga. 

 

 

DEAR BAUDELAIRE:-- 

 

We meet in Manhattan on the 30th of this very mo.; we then proceed to 

take a very sporty apartment, you and I and Alec, who is at me elbow as 

I write. I don't know what I'm going to do but I have a vague dream of 

going into politics. Why is it that the pick of the young Englishmen 

from Oxford and Cambridge go into politics and in the U. S. A. we leave 


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