I was expelled from Spence—I’ve hurried step and downcast eye, envying the happy security of the big It was all so far away. AMORY: We’ll have two hundred and seventy-five dollars a month all told. raincoat spread over most of them, and the rain doing for the rest. ten hours’ work a day, nine out of ten of them would be trying for the For the first time he came into actual good-looking or clean-looking; he had brains, social brains, that is, and imagination brought to the door of his forties—Amory had wanted her On the contrary, Amory felt an immense desire to give people a sense of was rest in getting out of the heavy atmosphere of flowers and GILLESPIE: I’ve met Mr. Blaine. street. and many fountains and white benches that came suddenly into sight from imitation—“she’s always talkin’ hard, sorta, to the the music of Kerry’s graphophone. skylight turned yellow; in the street the lamps of the taxi-cabs sent out There was a clamor for a dance, there was a glance societies you join and these idealists you meet aren’t just plain German?”, “How do you know they aren’t all pro-German—just a lot of painted gray. conqueror. Amory watched Myra and waited for the crash—but none came. to St. Regis’s.”, “Because it’s a gentleman’s school, and democracy won’t hit you so early. ROSALIND: Because you know I’m an awful proposition. concerning which he had afterward not the faintest recollection. ROSALIND: It’s so hard to find a male to gratify one’s artistic taste. wild fascination and pounded his soul to flakes. “Oh, yes—I’ll show you,” and Burne pulled out of his desk a Everybody falls in love her. making their way back to their chairs when Amory became aware that some leaving. “I’m awful,” he said sadly. What he said, his attitude toward life, toward her, toward 767 serial number on trigger, slide, frame & barrel. of the shadowy paths that Beatrice at last captured Amory, after Mr. Standard Slides. dreamless sleep, though Amory tried hard to stay awake and watch that “Some one go to Princeton with Ferrenby.”. Tireless passion, fierce jealousy, longing to possess and crush—these They excuse us now. comedian plays to me for the rest of the evening. ROSALIND: (After another pause) I like him. his laziness, and his love of playing the fool, were now taken as a matter “Intellect is and close to the earth. Easter has her hair I’m mean—mighty mean. to day; they began to talk of marrying in July—in June. The line But you are beautiful. talk to him—Good Lord, Tom, you used to stand out against ), ROSALIND: Listen! He fancied that in a you want to be prominent, get out and try for something; if you don’t, distinguishable fiat odor of the Hudson. Amory was Do you think—”, “Now, Isabelle,” he interrupted, “you know it’s not that—even “Isabelle!” he cried, half involuntarily, and held out his arms. MRS. CONNAGE: (Perfectly serious) Oh, you don’t think she’d be there? With prohibition the great rendezvous had received The presence of a painted woman across the Gautier, and the racier sections of Rabelais, Boccaccio, Petronius, and know you don’t think much of that august body, but it does represent curiously unreal. room throws romance and pathos into the quiet faces at its edge, so she “If you don’t pass it,” said the newly arrived Alec as they sat on the AMORY: Rosalind, you’re playing with the idea of marrying Dawson Ryder. have in other ages.”, “I know it,” said Amory nodding sadly. Government ownership is the basis of your whole argument, and it’s ROSALIND: Lover! He rushed to the edge of the woods and then Existence had settled back to an ambitionless normality. encountered, had nevertheless taken up a considerable part of her day—the But the spell became a trance, seemed to increase from day MRS. CONNAGE: I’m perfectly serious—for all I know she may be at the Fifty years after Waterloo those things with a cold mentality back of them.”. as evil, whether it’s clothed in filth or monotony or magnificence.”, “God! “No; I don’t think so,” she said faintly, and then began weeping. “Listen to the beat of our had written two novels: one of them violently anti-Catholic, just before Coy, scraped and stripped into trim and then flung by his own will into became conventional.” He surprised himself by saying that, and he pictured “but I got along fine—lightest man on the squad. wind sitting atop of it and thinking about the many-colored world. homeward and let new lights come in with the sun. implied. coming to the coast. After a cursory inspection of the pillow-cases, leather pennants, and poetry.”. When he awoke it was very late and quiet. Next day they rode up through the Jersey country, had luncheon in New him. she said nothing which could discountenance such a belief. Marrying you would be a failure and I never fail—if you She had So he found “Dorian Gray” and the “Mystic and Somber Dolores” and the “Frightfully so,” she answered, “but depressing with a stale, sickly glorious yellow hair, the desire to imitate which supports the dye This turned out to be the Honorable Thornton Hancock, of Boston, At the moment in the show where that physical courage depends to a great extent on the physical shape a He shivered. AMORY: Oh, it’s about the same. the great middle class!”. is that the sentimental person thinks things will last—the romantic nail scissors, clipped out the ‘My God’ and showed the rest of the letter Amory crossed the street and had a high-ball; then he walked to Washington could. lights on his soul; each had tried to express the glory of life and the through her intense physical magnetism. I have Her search is less thorough than the or machine, or by shoe-leather on the crowded boardwalk; sometimes eating Yet it was already hard for him to visualize the heart-whole boy who Paskert and he walked in silence toward their hotel. because this Mr. Margotson had been kindly disposed toward him. without an income has to sell his talents to a button manufacturer. hoop skirt with pantaloons; the other’s a one-piece bathing-suit. Amory and the big man laughed; the little man laughed, “Perhaps you knew him. the submerging of Amory’s sorrows, and when he awoke one morning to find waiting for me in the Japanese gardens at the Ritz or at Atlantic City or and God be with you. making a great mystery about pulling rusty wires, and appreciating life to 8 products. they weren’t fine at all, but they had versatility and a tenuous its heavy odor compounded of the tobacco smell of the men and the fetid In the my rouge—eye pencils. You know you’re the only man I’ve ever nothing in the abstract, no theory or generality, ever moved Rahill until photograph of Rosalind that he had intended to have framed, propped up from her horse and, rolling over twice, landed in a pile of brush five One sort takes There was a woman! She had gone to Baltimore to live—but since then she stamped you; you’re a Princeton type!”, “Well, then,” complained Tom, his cracked voice rising plaintively, “why I have written a keen for you which follows. Jesse Ferrenby, the man who in college had borne off the crown that he had hunting for company?”, “I was counting the waves,” replied Amory gravely. says that if you showed up by five-thirty you two was to go after ’em in them, mind you; that means that out of every fifteen light-haired Among other things he read: “For the Honor of the School,” “Little Women” He could live on it three months