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They
were
walking
along
now
.
"
No
--
you
're
wrong
again
,
how
can
a
person
of
your
own
self-reputed
brains
be
so
constantly
wrong
about
me
?
I
'm
the
opposite
of
everything
spring
ever
stood
for
.
It
's
unfortunate
,
if
I
happen
to
look
like
what
pleased
some
soppy
old
Greek
sculptor
,
but
I
assure
you
that
if
it
were
n't
for
my
face
I
'd
be
a
quiet
nun
in
the
convent
without
"
--
then
she
broke
into
a
run
and
her
raised
voice
floated
back
to
him
as
he
followed
--
"
my
precious
babies
,
which
I
must
go
back
and
see
.
"
She
was
the
only
girl
he
ever
knew
with
whom
he
could
understand
how
another
man
might
be
preferred
.
Often
Amory
met
wives
whom
he
had
known
as
debutantes
,
and
looking
intently
at
them
imagined
that
he
found
something
in
their
faces
which
said
:
"
Oh
,
if
I
could
only
have
gotten
you
!
"
Oh
,
the
enormous
conceit
of
the
man
!
But
that
night
seemed
a
night
of
stars
and
singing
and
Clara
's
bright
soul
still
gleamed
on
the
ways
they
had
trod
.
"
Golden
,
golden
is
the
air
--
"
he
chanted
to
the
little
pools
of
water
.
...
"
Golden
is
the
air
,
golden
notes
from
golden
mandolins
,
golden
frets
of
golden
violins
,
fair
,
oh
,
wearily
fair
...
Skeins
from
braided
basket
,
mortals
may
not
hold
;
oh
,
what
young
extravagant
God
,
who
would
know
or
ask
it
?
...
who
could
give
such
gold
...
"
AMORY
IS
RESENTFUL
Slowly
and
inevitably
,
yet
with
a
sudden
surge
at
the
last
,
while
Amory
talked
and
dreamed
,
war
rolled
swiftly
up
the
beach
and
washed
the
sands
where
Princeton
played
.
Every
night
the
gymnasium
echoed
as
platoon
after
platoon
swept
over
the
floor
and
shuffled
out
the
basket-ball
markings
.
When
Amory
went
to
Washington
the
next
week-end
he
caught
some
of
the
spirit
of
crisis
which
changed
to
repulsion
in
the
Pullman
car
coming
back
,
for
the
berths
across
from
him
were
occupied
by
stinking
aliens
--
Greeks
,
he
guessed
,
or
Russians
.
He
thought
how
much
easier
patriotism
had
been
to
a
homogeneous
race
,
how
much
easier
it
would
have
been
to
fight
as
the
Colonies
fought
,
or
as
the
Confederacy
fought
.
And
he
did
no
sleeping
that
night
,
but
listened
to
the
aliens
guffaw
and
snore
while
they
filled
the
car
with
the
heavy
scent
of
latest
America
.
