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SNAPSHOTS
OF
THE
YOUNG
EGOTIST
Amory
spent
nearly
two
years
in
Minneapolis
.
The
first
winter
he
wore
moccasins
that
were
born
yellow
,
but
after
many
applications
of
oil
and
dirt
assumed
their
mature
color
,
a
dirty
,
greenish
brown
;
he
wore
a
gray
plaid
mackinaw
coat
,
and
a
red
toboggan
cap
.
His
dog
,
Count
Del
Monte
,
ate
the
red
cap
,
so
his
uncle
gave
him
a
gray
one
that
pulled
down
over
his
face
.
The
trouble
with
this
one
was
that
you
breathed
into
it
and
your
breath
froze
;
one
day
the
darn
thing
froze
his
cheek
.
He
rubbed
snow
on
his
cheek
,
but
it
turned
bluish-black
just
the
same
.
The
Count
Del
Monte
ate
a
box
of
bluing
once
,
but
it
did
n't
hurt
him
.
Later
,
however
,
he
lost
his
mind
and
ran
madly
up
the
street
,
bumping
into
fences
,
rolling
in
gutters
,
and
pursuing
his
eccentric
course
out
of
Amory
's
life
.
Amory
cried
on
his
bed
.
"
Poor
little
Count
,
"
he
cried
.
"
Oh
,
poor
little
Count
!
"
After
several
months
he
suspected
Count
of
a
fine
piece
of
emotional
acting
.
Amory
and
Frog
Parker
considered
that
the
greatest
line
in
literature
occurred
in
Act
III
of
"
Arsene
Lupin
.
"
They
sat
in
the
first
row
at
the
Wednesday
and
Saturday
matinees
.
The
line
was
:
"
If
one
ca
n't
be
a
great
artist
or
a
great
soldier
,
the
next
best
thing
is
to
be
a
great
criminal
.
"
Amory
fell
in
love
again
,
and
wrote
a
poem
.
This
was
it
:
"
Marylyn
and
Sallee
,
