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Of
my
collected
editions
.
"
Amory
roared
.
"
You
win
the
iron
pansy
.
I
'll
buy
you
a
meal
on
the
arrogance
of
the
last
two
lines
.
"
Amory
did
not
entirely
agree
with
Tom
's
sweeping
damnation
of
American
novelists
and
poets
.
He
enjoyed
both
Vachel
Lindsay
and
Booth
Tarkington
,
and
admired
the
conscientious
,
if
slender
,
artistry
of
Edgar
Lee
Masters
.
"
What
I
hate
is
this
idiotic
drivel
about
'
I
am
God
--
I
am
man
--
I
ride
the
winds
--
I
look
through
the
smoke
--
I
am
the
life
sense
.
'
"
"
It
's
ghastly
!
"
"
And
I
wish
American
novelists
would
give
up
trying
to
make
business
romantically
interesting
.
Nobody
wants
to
read
about
it
,
unless
it
's
crooked
business
.
If
it
was
an
entertaining
subject
they
'd
buy
the
life
of
James
J.
Hill
and
not
one
of
these
long
office
tragedies
that
harp
along
on
the
significance
of
smoke
--
"
"
And
gloom
,
"
said
Tom
.
"
That
's
another
favorite
,
though
I
'll
admit
the
Russians
have
the
monopoly
.
Our
specialty
is
stories
about
little
girls
who
break
their
spines
and
get
adopted
by
grouchy
old
men
because
they
smile
so
much
.
You
'd
think
we
were
a
race
of
cheerful
cripples
and
that
the
common
end
of
the
Russian
peasant
was
suicide
--
"
"
Six
o'clock
,
"
said
Amory
,
glancing
at
his
wrist-watch
.
"
I
'll
buy
you
a
grea
'
big
dinner
on
the
strength
of
the
Juvenalia
of
your
collected
editions
.
"
