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"
You
puzzle
me
,
"
said
the
big
man
,
"
but
you
're
all
alike
.
They
say
Bernard
Shaw
,
in
spite
of
his
doctrines
,
is
the
most
exacting
of
all
dramatists
about
his
royalties
.
To
the
last
farthing
.
"
"
Well
,
"
said
Amory
,
"
I
simply
state
that
I
'm
a
product
of
a
versatile
mind
in
a
restless
generation
--
with
every
reason
to
throw
my
mind
and
pen
in
with
the
radicals
.
Even
if
,
deep
in
my
heart
,
I
thought
we
were
all
blind
atoms
in
a
world
as
limited
as
a
stroke
of
a
pendulum
,
I
and
my
sort
would
struggle
against
tradition
;
try
,
at
least
,
to
displace
old
cants
with
new
ones
.
I
've
thought
I
was
right
about
life
at
various
times
,
but
faith
is
difficult
.
One
thing
I
know
.
If
living
is
n't
a
seeking
for
the
grail
it
may
be
a
damned
amusing
game
.
"
For
a
minute
neither
spoke
and
then
the
big
man
asked
:
"
What
was
your
university
?
"
"
Princeton
.
"
The
big
man
became
suddenly
interested
;
the
expression
of
his
goggles
altered
slightly
.
"
I
sent
my
son
to
Princeton
.
"
"
Did
you
?
"
"
Perhaps
you
knew
him
.
His
name
was
Jesse
Ferrenby
.
He
was
killed
last
year
in
France
.
"
