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The Egotist Considers
"Why?"
"Allmycareer’sgoneupinsmoke;youthinkit’spettyandallthat,but—"
"Notatallpetty.Ithinkit’smostimportant.Iwanttohearthewholething.Everythingyou’vebeendoingsinceIsawyoulast."
Amorytalked;hewentthoroughlyintothedestructionofhisegotistichighways,andinahalf-hourthelistlessqualityhadlefthisvoice.
"Whatwouldyoudoifyouleftcollege?"askedMonsignor.
"Don’tknow.I’dliketotravel,butofcoursethistiresomewarpreventsthat.Anyways,motherwouldhatenothavingmegraduate.I’mjustatsea.KerryHolidaywantsmetogooverwithhimandjointheLafayetteEsquadrille."
"Youknowyouwouldn’tliketogo."
"SometimesIwould—to-nightI’dgoinasecond."
"Well,you’dhavetobeverymuchmoretiredoflifethanIthinkyouare.Iknowyou."
"I’mafraidyoudo,"agreedAmoryreluctantly."Itjustseemedaneasywayoutofeverything—whenIthinkofanotheruseless,draggyyear."
"Yes,Iknow;buttotellyouthetruth,I’mnotworriedaboutyou;youseemtometobeprogressingperfectlynaturally."
"No,"Amoryobjected."I’velosthalfmypersonalityinayear."
"Notabitofit!"scoffedMonsignor."You’velostagreatamountofvanityandthat’sall."
"Lordy!Ifeel,anyway,asifI’dgonethroughanotherfifthformatSt.Regis’s."
"No."Monsignorshookhishead."Thatwasamisfortune;thishasbeenagoodthing.