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Many
afternoons
they
lounged
in
the
windows
of
12
Univee
and
watched
the
class
pass
to
and
from
Commons
,
noting
satellites
already
attaching
themselves
to
the
more
prominent
,
watching
the
lonely
grind
with
his
hurried
step
and
downcast
eye
,
envying
the
happy
security
of
the
big
school
groups
.
"
We
're
the
damned
middle
class
,
that
's
what
!
"
he
complained
to
Kerry
one
day
as
he
lay
stretched
out
on
the
sofa
,
consuming
a
family
of
Fatimas
with
contemplative
precision
.
"
Well
,
why
not
?
We
came
to
Princeton
so
we
could
feel
that
way
toward
the
small
colleges
--
have
it
on
'em
,
more
self-confidence
,
dress
better
,
cut
a
swathe
--
"
"
Oh
,
it
is
n't
that
I
mind
the
glittering
caste
system
,
"
admitted
Amory
.
"
I
like
having
a
bunch
of
hot
cats
on
top
,
but
gosh
,
Kerry
,
I
've
got
to
be
one
of
them
.
"
"
But
just
now
,
Amory
,
you
're
only
a
sweaty
bourgeois
.
"
Amory
lay
for
a
moment
without
speaking
.
"
I
wo
n't
be
--
long
,
"
he
said
finally
.
"
But
I
hate
to
get
anywhere
by
working
for
it
.
I
'll
show
the
marks
,
do
n't
you
know
.
"
"
Honorable
scars
.
"
Kerry
craned
his
neck
suddenly
at
the
street
.
"
There
's
Langueduc
,
if
you
want
to
see
what
he
looks
like
--
and
Humbird
just
behind
.
"
Amory
rose
dynamically
and
sought
the
windows
.
"
Oh
,
"
he
said
,
scrutinizing
these
worthies
,
"
Humbird
looks
like
a
knock-out
,
but
this
Langueduc
--
he
's
the
rugged
type
,
is
n't
he
?
I
distrust
that
sort
.
All
diamonds
look
big
in
the
rough
.
"
