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           "You’vehadplenty,oldboy."

           AmoryeyedhimdumblyuntilWilsongrewembarrassedunderthescrutiny.

           "Plenty,hell!"saidAmoryfinally."Ihaven’thadadrinkto-day."

           Wilsonlookedincredulous.

           "Haveadrinkornot?"criedAmoryrudely.

           Togethertheysoughtthebar.

           "Ryehigh."

           "I’lljusttakeaBronx."

           Wilsonhadanother;Amoryhadseveralmore.Theydecidedtositdown.Atteno’clockWilsonwasdisplacedbyCarling,classof’15.Amory,hisheadspinninggorgeously,layeruponlayerofsoftsatisfactionsettingoverthebruisedspotsofhisspirit,wasdiscoursingvolublyonthewar.

           "’Samentalwas’e,"heinsistedwithowl-likewisdom."Twoyearsmylifespentinalleshualvacuity.Los’idealism,gotbephyscalanmal,"heshookhisfistexpressivelyatOldKingCole,"gotbePrussian’boutev’thing,women’specially.Use’bestraight’boutwomencollege.Nowdon’givadam."Heexpressedhislackofprinciplebysweepingaseltzerbottlewithabroadgesturetonoisyextinctiononthefloor,butthisdidnotinterrupthisspeech."Seekpleasurewherefinditforto-morrowdie.’At’sphilos’phyformenowon."

           Carlingyawned,butAmory,waxingbrilliant,continued:

           "Use’wonder’boutthings—peoplesatisfiedcompromise,fif’y-fif’yatt’tudeonlife.Nowdon’wonder,don’wonder—"HebecamesoemphaticinimpressingonCarlingthefactthathedidn’twonderthathelostthethreadofhisdiscourseandconcludedbyannouncingtothebaratlargethathewasa"physcalanmal."