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THE
BIG
MAN
WITH
GOGGLES
On
the
day
that
Amory
started
on
his
walk
to
Princeton
the
sky
was
a
colorless
vault
,
cool
,
high
and
barren
of
the
threat
of
rain
.
It
was
a
gray
day
,
that
least
fleshly
of
all
weathers
;
a
day
of
dreams
and
far
hopes
and
clear
visions
.
It
was
a
day
easily
associated
with
those
abstract
truths
and
purities
that
dissolve
in
the
sunshine
or
fade
out
in
mocking
laughter
by
the
light
of
the
moon
.
The
trees
and
clouds
were
carved
in
classical
severity
;
the
sounds
of
the
countryside
had
harmonized
to
a
monotone
,
metallic
as
a
trumpet
,
breathless
as
the
Grecian
urn
.
The
day
had
put
Amory
in
such
a
contemplative
mood
that
he
caused
much
annoyance
to
several
motorists
who
were
forced
to
slow
up
considerably
or
else
run
him
down
.
So
engrossed
in
his
thoughts
was
he
that
he
was
scarcely
surprised
at
that
strange
phenomenon
--
cordiality
manifested
within
fifty
miles
of
Manhattan
--
when
a
passing
car
slowed
down
beside
him
and
a
voice
hailed
him
.
He
looked
up
and
saw
a
magnificent
Locomobile
in
which
sat
two
middle-aged
men
,
one
of
them
small
and
anxious
looking
,
apparently
an
artificial
growth
on
the
other
who
was
large
and
begoggled
and
imposing
.
"
Do
you
want
a
lift
?
"
asked
the
apparently
artificial
growth
,
glancing
from
the
corner
of
his
eye
at
the
imposing
man
as
if
for
some
habitual
,
silent
corroboration
.
"
You
bet
I
do
.
Thanks
.
"
The
chauffeur
swung
open
the
door
,
and
,
climbing
in
,
Amory
settled
himself
in
the
middle
of
the
back
seat
.
He
took
in
his
companions
curiously
.
The
chief
characteristic
of
the
big
man
seemed
to
be
a
great
confidence
in
himself
set
off
against
a
tremendous
boredom
with
everything
around
him
.
That
part
of
his
face
which
protruded
under
the
goggles
was
what
is
generally
termed
"
strong
"
;
rolls
of
not
undignified
fat
had
collected
near
his
chin
;
somewhere
above
was
a
wide
thin
mouth
and
the
rough
model
for
a
Roman
nose
,
and
,
below
,
his
shoulders
collapsed
without
a
struggle
into
the
powerful
bulk
of
his
chest
and
belly
.
He
was
excellently
and
quietly
dressed
.
Amory
noticed
that
he
was
inclined
to
stare
straight
at
the
back
of
the
chauffeur
's
head
as
if
speculating
steadily
but
hopelessly
some
baffling
hirsute
problem
.
The
smaller
man
was
remarkable
only
for
his
complete
submersion
in
the
personality
of
the
other
.
He
was
of
that
lower
secretarial
type
who
at
forty
have
engraved
upon
their
business
cards
:
"
Assistant
to
the
President
,
"
and
without
a
sigh
consecrate
the
rest
of
their
lives
to
second-hand
mannerisms
.
"
Going
far
?
"
asked
the
smaller
man
in
a
pleasant
disinterested
way
.
"
Quite
a
stretch
.
"
