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The
first
fact
that
flashed
radiantly
on
his
comprehension
was
the
great
impersonality
of
sacrifice
--
he
perceived
that
what
we
call
love
and
hate
,
reward
and
punishment
,
had
no
more
to
do
with
it
than
the
date
of
the
month
.
He
quickly
recapitulated
the
story
of
a
sacrifice
he
had
heard
of
in
college
:
a
man
had
cheated
in
an
examination
;
his
roommate
in
a
gust
of
sentiment
had
taken
the
entire
blame
--
due
to
the
shame
of
it
the
innocent
one
's
entire
future
seemed
shrouded
in
regret
and
failure
,
capped
by
the
ingratitude
of
the
real
culprit
.
He
had
finally
taken
his
own
life
--
years
afterward
the
facts
had
come
out
.
At
the
time
the
story
had
both
puzzled
and
worried
Amory
.
Now
he
realized
the
truth
;
that
sacrifice
was
no
purchase
of
freedom
.
It
was
like
a
great
elective
office
,
it
was
like
an
inheritance
of
power
--
to
certain
people
at
certain
times
an
essential
luxury
,
carrying
with
it
not
a
guarantee
but
a
responsibility
,
not
a
security
but
an
infinite
risk
.
Its
very
momentum
might
drag
him
down
to
ruin
--
the
passing
of
the
emotional
wave
that
made
it
possible
might
leave
the
one
who
made
it
high
and
dry
forever
on
an
island
of
despair
.
...
Amory
knew
that
afterward
Alec
would
secretly
hate
him
for
having
done
so
much
for
him
...
...
All
this
was
flung
before
Amory
like
an
opened
scroll
,
while
ulterior
to
him
and
speculating
upon
him
were
those
two
breathless
,
listening
forces
:
the
gossamer
aura
that
hung
over
and
about
the
girl
and
that
familiar
thing
by
the
window
.
Sacrifice
by
its
very
nature
was
arrogant
and
impersonal
;
sacrifice
should
be
eternally
supercilious
.
Weep
not
for
me
but
for
thy
children
.
That
--
thought
Amory
--
would
be
somehow
the
way
God
would
talk
to
me
.
Amory
felt
a
sudden
surge
of
joy
and
then
like
a
face
in
a
motion-picture
the
aura
over
the
bed
faded
out
;
the
dynamic
shadow
by
the
window
,
that
was
as
near
as
he
could
name
it
,
remained
for
the
fraction
of
a
moment
and
then
the
breeze
seemed
to
lift
it
swiftly
out
of
the
room
.
He
clinched
his
hands
in
quick
ecstatic
excitement
...
the
ten
seconds
were
up
...
"
Do
what
I
say
,
Alec
--
do
what
I
say
.
Do
you
understand
?
"
Alec
looked
at
him
dumbly
--
his
face
a
tableau
of
anguish
.
