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AMORY, SON OF BEATRICE
SPIRES AND GARGOYLES
THE EGOTIST CONSIDERS
NARCISSUS OFF DUTY
THE DEBUTANTE
EXPERIMENTS IN CONVALESCENCE
YOUNG IRONY
THE SUPERCILIOUS SACRIFICE
THE EGOTIST BECOMES A PERSONAGE

CHAPTER 3. Young Irony

 

 

 

For years afterward when Amory thought of Eleanor he seemed still to 

hear the wind sobbing around him and sending little chills into the 

places beside his heart. The night when they rode up the slope and 

watched the cold moon float through the clouds, he lost a further part 

of him that nothing could restore; and when he lost it he lost also the 

power of regretting it. Eleanor was, say, the last time that evil crept 

close to Amory under the mask of beauty, the last weird mystery that 

held him with wild fascination and pounded his soul to flakes. 

 

With her his imagination ran riot and that is why they rode to the 

highest hill and watched an evil moon ride high, for they knew then that 

they could see the devil in each other. But Eleanor--did Amory dream 

her? Afterward their ghosts played, yet both of them hoped from their 

souls never to meet. Was it the infinite sadness of her eyes that drew 

him or the mirror of himself that he found in the gorgeous clarity of 

her mind? She will have no other adventure like Amory, and if she reads 

this she will say: 

 

"And Amory will have no other adventure like me." 

 

Nor will she sigh, any more than he would sigh. 

 

Eleanor tried to put it on paper once: 

 

"The fading things we only know 

We'll have forgotten... 

Put away... 

Desires that melted with the snow, 

And dreams begotten 

This to-day: 

The sudden dawns we laughed to greet, 

That all could see, that none could share, 

Will be but dawns... and if we meet 

We shall not care. 

 

Dear... not one tear will rise for this... 

A little while hence 

No regret 

Will stir for a remembered kiss-- 

Not even silence, 

When we've met, 

Will give old ghosts a waste to roam, 

Or stir the surface of the sea... 

If gray shapes drift beneath the foam 

We shall not see." 

 

 

They quarrelled dangerously because Amory maintained that _sea_ and 

_see_ couldn't possibly be used as a rhyme. And then Eleanor had part of 

another verse that she couldn't find a beginning for: 


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