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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

to crush people under his heel. He consumed three club sandwiches, 

devouring each as though it were no larger than a chocolate-drop. 

Then Rosalind began popping into his mind again, and he found his lips 

forming her name over and over. Next he was sleepy, and he had a hazy, 

listless sense of people in dress suits, probably waiters, gathering 

around the table.... 

 

... He was in a room and Carling was saying something about a knot in 

his shoe-lace. 

 

"Nemmine," he managed to articulate drowsily. "Sleep in 'em...." 

 

***** 

 

STILL ALCOHOLIC 

 

He awoke laughing and his eyes lazily roamed his surroundings, evidently 

a bedroom and bath in a good hotel. His head was whirring and picture 

after picture was forming and blurring and melting before his eyes, but 

beyond the desire to laugh he had no entirely conscious reaction. He 

reached for the 'phone beside his bed. 

 

"Hello--what hotel is this--? 

 

"Knickerbocker? All right, send up two rye high-balls--" 

 

He lay for a moment and wondered idly whether they'd send up a bottle 

or just two of those little glass containers. Then, with an effort, he 

struggled out of bed and ambled into the bathroom. 

 

When he emerged, rubbing himself lazily with a towel, he found the bar 

boy with the drinks and had a sudden desire to kid him. On reflection he 

decided that this would be undignified, so he waved him away. 

 

As the new alcohol tumbled into his stomach and warmed him, the isolated 

pictures began slowly to form a cinema reel of the day before. Again he 

saw Rosalind curled weeping among the pillows, again he felt her tears 

against his cheek. Her words began ringing in his ears: "Don't ever 

forget me, Amory--don't ever forget me--" 

 

"Hell!" he faltered aloud, and then he choked and collapsed on the 

bed in a shaken spasm of grief. After a minute he opened his eyes and 

regarded the ceiling. 

 

"Damned fool!" he exclaimed in disgust, and with a voluminous sigh rose 

and approached the bottle. After another glass he gave way loosely 


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