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Spires and Gargoyles
"Notme—BurnehereisgoingoutforthePrince—theDailyPrincetonian,youknow."
"Yes,Iknow."
"Yougoingoutforanything?"
"Why—yes.I’mgoingtotakeawhackatfreshmanfootball."
"PlayatSt.Regis’s?"
"Some,"admittedAmorydepreciatingly,"butI’mgettingsodamnedthin."
"You’renotthin."
"Well,Iusedtobestockylastfall."
"Oh!"
Aftersuppertheyattendedthemovies,whereAmorywasfascinatedbytheglibcommentsofamaninfrontofhim,aswellasbythewildyellingandshouting.
"Yoho!"
"Oh,honey-baby—you’resobigandstrong,butoh,sogentle!"
"Clinch!"
"Oh,Clinch!"
"Kissher,kiss’atlady,quick!"
"Oh-h-h—!"
Agroupbeganwhistling"BytheSea,"andtheaudiencetookitupnoisily.Thiswasfollowedbyanindistinguishablesongthatincludedmuchstampingandthenbyanendless,incoherentdirge.
"Oh-h-h-h-h
SheworksinaJamFactoree
And—that-may-be-all-right
Butyoucan’t-fool-me
ForIknow—DAMN—WELL
ThatsheDON’T-make-jam-all-night!
Oh-h-h-h!"
Astheypushedout,givingandreceivingcuriousimpersonalglances,Amorydecidedthathelikedthemovies,wantedtoenjoythemastherowofupperclassmeninfronthadenjoyedthem,withtheirarmsalongthebacksoftheseats,theircommentsGaelicandcaustic,theirattitudeamixtureofcriticalwitandtolerantamusement.
"Wantasundae—Imeanajigger?"askedKerry.
"Sure."
Theysupperedheavilyandthen,stillsauntering,easedbackto12.
"Wonderfulnight."
"It’sawhiz."