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           "’Hertoesarestiffenedlikeastork’sinflight;

           She’slaiduponherbed,onthewhitesheets,

           Herhandspressedonhersmoothbustlikeasaint,

           BellaCunizza,comeintothelight!’

           "Mygosh,Kerry,whatinhellisitallabout?IswearIdon’tgethimatall,andI’maliterarybirdmyself."

           "It’sprettytricky,"saidKerry,"onlyyou’vegottothinkofhearsesandstalemilkwhenyoureadit.Thatisn’taspashassomeofthem."

           Amorytossedthemagazineonthetable.

           "Well,"hesighed,"Isureamupintheair.IknowI’mnotaregularfellow,yetIloatheanybodyelsethatisn’t.Ican’tdecidewhethertocultivatemymindandbeagreatdramatist,ortothumbmynoseattheGoldenTreasuryandbeaPrincetonslicker."

           "Whydecide?"suggestedKerry."Betterdrift,likeme.I’mgoingtosailintoprominenceonBurne’scoat-tails."

           "Ican’tdrift—Iwanttobeinterested.Iwanttopullstrings,evenforsomebodyelse,orbePrincetonianchairmanorTrianglepresident.Iwanttobeadmired,Kerry."

           "You’rethinkingtoomuchaboutyourself."

           Amorysatupatthis.

           "No.I’mthinkingaboutyou,too.We’vegottogetoutandmixaroundtheclassrightnow,whenit’sfuntobeasnob.I’dliketobringasardinetotheprominJune,forinstance,butIwouldn’tdoitunlessIcouldbedamndebonaireaboutit—introducehertoalltheprizeparlor-snakes,andthefootballcaptain,andallthatsimplestuff."

           "Amory,"saidKerryimpatiently,"you’rejustgoingaroundinacircle.