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"
Amory
,
"
said
Kerry
impatiently
,
"
you
're
just
going
around
in
a
circle
.
If
you
want
to
be
prominent
,
get
out
and
try
for
something
;
if
you
do
n't
,
just
take
it
easy
.
"
He
yawned
.
"
Come
on
,
let
's
let
the
smoke
drift
off
.
We
'll
go
down
and
watch
football
practice
.
"
Amory
gradually
accepted
this
point
of
view
,
decided
that
next
fall
would
inaugurate
his
career
,
and
relinquished
himself
to
watching
Kerry
extract
joy
from
12
Univee
.
They
filled
the
Jewish
youth
's
bed
with
lemon
pie
;
they
put
out
the
gas
all
over
the
house
every
night
by
blowing
into
the
jet
in
Amory
's
room
,
to
the
bewilderment
of
Mrs.
Twelve
and
the
local
plumber
;
they
set
up
the
effects
of
the
plebeian
drunks
--
pictures
,
books
,
and
furniture
--
in
the
bathroom
,
to
the
confusion
of
the
pair
,
who
hazily
discovered
the
transposition
on
their
return
from
a
Trenton
spree
;
they
were
disappointed
beyond
measure
when
the
plebeian
drunks
decided
to
take
it
as
a
joke
;
they
played
red-dog
and
twenty-one
and
jackpot
from
dinner
to
dawn
,
and
on
the
occasion
of
one
man
's
birthday
persuaded
him
to
buy
sufficient
champagne
for
a
hilarious
celebration
.
The
donor
of
the
party
having
remained
sober
,
Kerry
and
Amory
accidentally
dropped
him
down
two
flights
of
stairs
and
called
,
shame-faced
and
penitent
,
at
the
infirmary
all
the
following
week
.
"
Say
,
who
are
all
these
women
?
"
demanded
Kerry
one
day
,
protesting
at
the
size
of
Amory
's
mail
.
"
I
've
been
looking
at
the
postmarks
lately
--
Farmington
and
Dobbs
and
Westover
and
Dana
Hall
--
what
's
the
idea
?
"
Amory
grinned
.
"
All
from
the
Twin
Cities
.
"
He
named
them
off
.
"
There
's
Marylyn
De
Witt
--
she
's
pretty
,
got
a
car
of
her
own
and
that
's
damn
convenient
;
there
's
Sally
Weatherby
--
she
's
getting
too
fat
;
there
's
Myra
St.
Claire
,
she
's
an
old
flame
,
easy
to
kiss
if
you
like
it
--
"
"
What
line
do
you
throw
'em
?
"
demanded
Kerry
.
"
I
've
tried
everything
,
and
the
mad
wags
are
n't
even
afraid
of
me
.
"
"
You
're
the
'n
ice
boy
'
type
,
"
suggested
Amory
.
