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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

ate the candy. They don't. They just want the fun of eating it all over 

again. The matron doesn't want to repeat her girlhood--she wants to 

repeat her honeymoon. I don't want to repeat my innocence. I want the 

pleasure of losing it again. 

 

Q.--Where are you drifting? 

 

This dialogue merged grotesquely into his mind's most familiar state--a 

grotesque blending of desires, worries, exterior impressions and 

physical reactions. 

 

One Hundred and Twenty-seventh Street--or One Hundred and Thirty-seventh 

Street.... Two and three look alike--no, not much. Seat damp... are 

clothes absorbing wetness from seat, or seat absorbing dryness from 

clothes?... Sitting on wet substance gave appendicitis, so Froggy 

Parker's mother said. Well, he'd had it--I'll sue the steamboat company, 

Beatrice said, and my uncle has a quarter interest--did Beatrice go to 

heaven?... probably not--He represented Beatrice's immortality, also 

love-affairs of numerous dead men who surely had never thought of 

him... if it wasn't appendicitis, influenza maybe. What? One Hundred 

and Twentieth Street? That must have been One Hundred and Twelfth back 

there. One O Two instead of One Two Seven. Rosalind not like Beatrice, 

Eleanor like Beatrice, only wilder and brainier. Apartments along here 

expensive--probably hundred and fifty a month--maybe two hundred. Uncle 

had only paid hundred a month for whole great big house in Minneapolis. 

Question--were the stairs on the left or right as you came in? Anyway, 

in 12 Univee they were straight back and to the left. What a dirty 

river--want to go down there and see if it's dirty--French rivers all 

brown or black, so were Southern rivers. Twenty-four dollars meant four 

hundred and eighty doughnuts. He could live on it three months and sleep 

in the park. Wonder where Jill was--Jill Bayne, Fayne, Sayne--what the 

devil--neck hurts, darned uncomfortable seat. No desire to sleep with 

Jill, what could Alec see in her? Alec had a coarse taste in women. Own 

taste the best; Isabelle, Clara, Rosalind, Eleanor, were all-American. 


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