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"
Go
on
.
"
"
That
's
all
--
this
is
my
particular
duty
.
Even
if
right
now
I
'm
just
a
pawn
--
just
sacrificed
.
God
!
Amory
--
you
do
n't
think
I
like
the
Germans
!
"
"
Well
,
I
ca
n't
say
anything
else
--
I
get
to
the
end
of
all
the
logic
about
non-resistance
,
and
there
,
like
an
excluded
middle
,
stands
the
huge
spectre
of
man
as
he
is
and
always
will
be
.
And
this
spectre
stands
right
beside
the
one
logical
necessity
of
Tolstoi
's
,
and
the
other
logical
necessity
of
Nietzsche
's
--
"
Amory
broke
off
suddenly
.
"
When
are
you
going
?
"
"
I
'm
going
next
week
.
"
"
I
'll
see
you
,
of
course
.
"
As
he
walked
away
it
seemed
to
Amory
that
the
look
in
his
face
bore
a
great
resemblance
to
that
in
Kerry
's
when
he
had
said
good-by
under
Blair
Arch
two
years
before
.
Amory
wondered
unhappily
why
he
could
never
go
into
anything
with
the
primal
honesty
of
those
two
.
"
Burne
's
a
fanatic
,
"
he
said
to
Tom
,
"
and
he
's
dead
wrong
and
,
I
'm
inclined
to
think
,
just
an
unconscious
pawn
in
the
hands
of
anarchistic
publishers
and
German-paid
rag
wavers
--
but
he
haunts
me
--
just
leaving
everything
worth
while
--
"
Burne
left
in
a
quietly
dramatic
manner
a
week
later
.
He
sold
all
his
possessions
and
came
down
to
the
room
to
say
good-by
,
with
a
battered
old
bicycle
,
on
which
he
intended
to
ride
to
his
home
in
Pennsylvania
.
"
Peter
the
Hermit
bidding
farewell
to
Cardinal
Richelieu
,
"
suggested
Alec
,
who
was
lounging
in
the
window-seat
as
Burne
and
Amory
shook
hands
.
But
Amory
was
not
in
a
mood
for
that
,
and
as
he
saw
Burne
's
long
legs
propel
his
ridiculous
bicycle
out
of
sight
beyond
Alexander
Hall
,
he
knew
he
was
going
to
have
a
bad
week
.
Not
that
he
doubted
the
war
--
Germany
stood
for
everything
repugnant
to
him
;
for
materialism
and
the
direction
of
tremendous
licentious
force
;
it
was
just
that
Burne
's
face
stayed
in
his
memory
and
he
was
sick
of
the
hysteria
he
was
beginning
to
hear
.
