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"
Each
life
unfulfilled
,
you
see
,
It
hangs
still
,
patchy
and
scrappy
;
We
have
not
sighed
deep
,
laughed
free
,
Starved
,
feasted
,
despaired
--
been
happy
.
"
But
his
life
would
not
be
unfulfilled
.
He
took
a
sombre
satisfaction
in
thinking
that
perhaps
all
along
she
had
been
nothing
except
what
he
had
read
into
her
;
that
this
was
her
high
point
,
that
no
one
else
would
ever
make
her
think
.
Yet
that
was
what
she
had
objected
to
in
him
;
and
Amory
was
suddenly
tired
of
thinking
,
thinking
!
"
Damn
her
!
"
he
said
bitterly
,
"
she
's
spoiled
my
year
!
"
THE
SUPERMAN
GROWS
CARELESS
On
a
dusty
day
in
September
Amory
arrived
in
Princeton
and
joined
the
sweltering
crowd
of
conditioned
men
who
thronged
the
streets
.
It
seemed
a
stupid
way
to
commence
his
upper-class
years
,
to
spend
four
hours
a
morning
in
the
stuffy
room
of
a
tutoring
school
,
imbibing
the
infinite
boredom
of
conic
sections
.
Mr.
Rooney
,
pander
to
the
dull
,
conducted
the
class
and
smoked
innumerable
Pall
Malls
as
he
drew
diagrams
and
worked
equations
from
six
in
the
morning
until
midnight
.
"
Now
,
Langueduc
,
if
I
used
that
formula
,
where
would
my
A
point
be
?
"
