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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

head spinning gorgeously, layer upon layer of soft satisfaction setting 

over the bruised spots of his spirit, was discoursing volubly on the 

war. 

 

"'S a mental was'e," he insisted with owl-like wisdom. "Two years my 

life spent inalleshual vacuity. Los' idealism, got be physcal anmal," 

he shook his fist expressively at Old King Cole, "got be Prussian 'bout 

ev'thing, women 'specially. Use' be straight 'bout women college. Now 

don'givadam." He expressed his lack of principle by sweeping a seltzer 

bottle with a broad gesture to noisy extinction on the floor, but this 

did not interrupt his speech. "Seek pleasure where find it for to-morrow 

die. 'At's philos'phy for me now on." 

 

Carling yawned, but Amory, waxing brilliant, continued: 

 

"Use' wonder 'bout things--people satisfied compromise, fif'y-fif'y 

att'tude on life. Now don' wonder, don' wonder--" He became so emphatic 

in impressing on Carling the fact that he didn't wonder that he lost the 

thread of his discourse and concluded by announcing to the bar at large 

that he was a "physcal anmal." 

 

"What are you celebrating, Amory?" 

 

Amory leaned forward confidentially. 

 

"Cel'brating blowmylife. Great moment blow my life. Can't tell you 'bout 

it--" 

 

He heard Carling addressing a remark to the bartender: 

 

"Give him a bromo-seltzer." 

 

Amory shook his head indignantly. 

 

"None that stuff!" 

 

"But listen, Amory, you're making yourself sick. You're white as a 

ghost." 

 

Amory considered the question. He tried to look at himself in the mirror 

but even by squinting up one eye could only see as far as the row of 

bottles behind the bar. 

 

"Like som'n solid. We go get some--some salad." 

 

He settled his coat with an attempt at nonchalance, but letting go of 

the bar was too much for him, and he slumped against a chair. 

 

"We'll go over to Shanley's," suggested Carling, offering an elbow. 

 

With this assistance Amory managed to get his legs in motion enough to 

propel him across Forty-second Street. 

 

Shanley's was very dim. He was conscious that he was talking in a loud 

voice, very succinctly and convincingly, he thought, about a desire 


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