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"
Well
,
frankly
,
not
what
you
call
poetry
,
or
for
your
reasons
--
you
two
write
,
of
course
,
and
look
at
things
differently
.
Whitman
is
the
man
that
attracts
me
.
"
"
Whitman
?
"
"
Yes
;
he
's
a
definite
ethical
force
.
"
"
Well
,
I
'm
ashamed
to
say
that
I
'm
a
blank
on
the
subject
of
Whitman
.
How
about
you
,
Tom
?
"
Tom
nodded
sheepishly
.
"
Well
,
"
continued
Burne
,
"
you
may
strike
a
few
poems
that
are
tiresome
,
but
I
mean
the
mass
of
his
work
.
He
's
tremendous
--
like
Tolstoi
.
They
both
look
things
in
the
face
,
and
,
somehow
,
different
as
they
are
,
stand
for
somewhat
the
same
things
.
"
"
You
have
me
stumped
,
Burne
,
"
Amory
admitted
.
"
I
've
read
'
Anna
Karenina
'
and
the
'
Kreutzer
Sonata
'
of
course
,
but
Tolstoi
is
mostly
in
the
original
Russian
as
far
as
I
'm
concerned
.
"
"
He
's
the
greatest
man
in
hundreds
of
years
,
"
cried
Burne
enthusiastically
.
"
Did
you
ever
see
a
picture
of
that
shaggy
old
head
of
his
?
"
They
talked
until
three
,
from
biology
to
organized
religion
,
and
when
Amory
crept
shivering
into
bed
it
was
with
his
mind
aglow
with
ideas
and
a
sense
of
shock
that
some
one
else
had
discovered
the
path
he
might
have
followed
.
Burne
Holiday
was
so
evidently
developing
--
and
Amory
had
considered
that
he
was
doing
the
same
.
He
had
fallen
into
a
deep
cynicism
over
what
had
crossed
his
path
,
plotted
the
imperfectability
of
man
and
read
Shaw
and
Chesterton
enough
to
keep
his
mind
from
the
edges
of
decadence
--
now
suddenly
all
his
mental
processes
of
the
last
year
and
a
half
seemed
stale
and
futile
--
a
petty
consummation
of
himself
...
and
like
a
sombre
background
lay
that
incident
of
the
spring
before
,
that
filled
half
his
nights
with
a
dreary
terror
and
made
him
unable
to
pray
.
He
was
not
even
a
Catholic
,
yet
that
was
the
only
ghost
of
a
code
that
he
had
,
the
gaudy
,
ritualistic
,
paradoxical
Catholicism
whose
prophet
was
Chesterton
,
whose
claqueurs
were
such
reformed
rakes
of
literature
as
Huysmans
and
Bourget
,
whose
American
sponsor
was
Ralph
Adams
Cram
,
with
his
adulation
of
thirteenth-century
cathedrals
--
a
Catholicism
which
Amory
found
convenient
and
ready-made
,
without
priest
or
sacraments
or
sacrifice
.
