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And
afterward
an
out-and-out
materialistic
world
--
and
the
Catholic
Church
.
I
wonder
where
you
'll
fit
in
.
Of
one
thing
I
'm
sure
--
Celtic
you
'll
live
and
Celtic
you
'll
die
;
so
if
you
do
n't
use
heaven
as
a
continual
referendum
for
your
ideas
you
'll
find
earth
a
continual
recall
to
your
ambitions
.
Amory
,
I
've
discovered
suddenly
that
I
'm
an
old
man
.
Like
all
old
men
,
I
've
had
dreams
sometimes
and
I
'm
going
to
tell
you
of
them
.
I
've
enjoyed
imagining
that
you
were
my
son
,
that
perhaps
when
I
was
young
I
went
into
a
state
of
coma
and
begat
you
,
and
when
I
came
to
,
had
no
recollection
of
it
...
it
's
the
paternal
instinct
,
Amory
--
celibacy
goes
deeper
than
the
flesh
...
Sometimes
I
think
that
the
explanation
of
our
deep
resemblance
is
some
common
ancestor
,
and
I
find
that
the
only
blood
that
the
Darcys
and
the
O'Haras
have
in
common
is
that
of
the
O'Donahues
...
Stephen
was
his
name
,
I
think
...
When
the
lightning
strikes
one
of
us
it
strikes
both
:
you
had
hardly
arrived
at
the
port
of
embarkation
when
I
got
my
papers
to
start
for
Rome
,
and
I
am
waiting
every
moment
to
be
told
where
to
take
ship
.
Even
before
you
get
this
letter
I
shall
be
on
the
ocean
;
then
will
come
your
turn
.
You
went
to
war
as
a
gentleman
should
,
just
as
you
went
to
school
and
college
,
because
it
was
the
thing
to
do
.
It
's
better
to
leave
the
blustering
and
tremulo-heroism
to
the
middle
classes
;
they
do
it
so
much
better
.
Do
you
remember
that
week-end
last
March
when
you
brought
Burne
Holiday
from
Princeton
to
see
me
?
What
a
magnificent
boy
he
is
!
It
gave
me
a
frightful
shock
afterward
when
you
wrote
that
he
thought
me
splendid
;
how
could
he
be
so
deceived
?
Splendid
is
the
one
thing
that
neither
you
nor
I
are
.
We
are
many
other
things
--
we
're
extraordinary
,
we
're
clever
,
we
could
be
said
,
I
suppose
,
to
be
brilliant
.
We
can
attract
people
,
we
can
make
atmosphere
,
we
can
almost
lose
our
Celtic
souls
in
Celtic
subtleties
,
we
can
almost
always
have
our
own
way
;
but
splendid
--
rather
not
!
I
am
going
to
Rome
with
a
wonderful
dossier
and
letters
of
introduction
that
cover
every
capital
in
Europe
,
and
there
will
be
"
no
small
stir
"
when
I
get
there
.
How
I
wish
you
were
with
me
!
This
sounds
like
a
rather
cynical
paragraph
,
not
at
all
the
sort
of
thing
that
a
middle-aged
clergyman
should
write
to
a
youth
about
to
depart
for
the
war
;
the
only
excuse
is
that
the
middle-aged
clergyman
is
talking
to
himself
.
There
are
deep
things
in
us
and
you
know
what
they
are
as
well
as
I
do
.
We
have
great
faith
,
though
yours
at
present
is
uncrystallized
;
we
have
a
terrible
honesty
that
all
our
sophistry
can
not
destroy
and
,
above
all
,
a
childlike
simplicity
that
keeps
us
from
ever
being
really
malicious
.
I
have
written
a
keen
for
you
which
follows
.
I
am
sorry
your
cheeks
are
not
up
to
the
description
I
have
written
of
them
,
but
you
will
smoke
and
read
all
night
--
At
any
rate
here
it
is
:
A
Lament
for
a
Foster
Son
,
and
He
going
to
the
War
Against
the
King
of
Foreign
.
"
Ochone
