This Side of Paradise, F. Scott Fitzgerald, Part XLVI

F. Scott Fitzgerald

Every day on Daily Readers' Book Club we offer an article length section of a book until that book is done.  We are currently reading F. Scott Fitzgerald's This Side of Paradise.  This book will have 106 parts.

Tom looked at him queerly and then sank into a chair and opened his Italian note-book.  Amory threw his coat and hat on the floor, loosened his collar, and took a Wells novel at random from the shelf.  "Wells is sane," he thought, "and if he won't do I'll read Rupert Brooke."

Half an hour passed.  Outside the wind came up, and Amory started as the wet branches moved and clawed with their finger-nails at the window-pane.  Tom was deep in his work, and inside the room only the occasional scratch of a match or the rustle of leather as they shifted in their chairs broke the stillness.  Then like a zigzag of lightning came the change.  Amory sat bolt upright, frozen cold in his chair.  Tom was looking at him with his mouth drooping, eyes fixed.

"God help us!"  Amory cried.

"Oh, my heavens!" shouted Tom, "look behind!"  Quick as a flash Amory whirled around.  He saw nothing but the dark window-pane.  "It's gone now," came Tom's voice after a second in a still terror.  "Something was looking at you."

Trembling violently, Amory dropped into his chair again.

"I've got to tell you," he said.  "I've had one hell of an experience.  I think I've--I've seen the devil or--something like him.  What face did you just see?--or no," he added quickly, "don't tell me!"

And he gave Tom the story.  It was midnight when he finished, and after that, with all lights burning, two sleepy, shivering boys read to each other from "The New Machiavelli," until dawn came up out of Witherspoon Hall, and the Princetonian fell against the door, and the May birds hailed the sun on last night's rain.

CHAPTER 4.  Narcissus Off Duty

During Princeton's transition period, that is, during Amory's last two years there, while he saw it change and broaden and live up to its Gothic beauty by better means than night parades, certain individuals arrived who stirred it to its plethoric depths.  Some of them had been freshmen, and wild freshmen, with Amory; some were in the class below; and it was in the beginning of his last year and around small tables at the Nassau Inn that they began questioning aloud the institutions that Amory and countless others before him had questioned so long in secret.  First, and partly by accident, they struck on certain books, a definite type of biographical novel that Amory christened "quest" books.  In the "quest" book the hero set off in life armed with the best weapons and avowedly intending to use them as such weapons are usually used, to push their possessors ahead as selfishly and blindly as possible, but the heroes of the "quest" books discovered that there might be a more magnificent use for them.  "None Other Gods," "Sinister Street," and "The Research Magnificent" were examples of such books; it was the latter of these three that gripped Burne Holiday and made him wonder in the beginning of senior year how much it was worth while being a diplomatic autocrat around his club on Prospect Avenue and basking in the high lights of class office.  It was distinctly through the channels of aristocracy that Burne found his way.  Amory, through Kerry, had had a vague drifting acquaintance with him, but not until January of senior year did their friendship commence.

"Heard the latest?" said Tom, coming in late one drizzly evening with that triumphant air he always wore after a successful conversational bout.

"No.  Somebody flunked out?  Or another ship sunk?"

"Worse than that.  About one-third of the junior class are going to resign from their clubs."

"What!"

"Actual fact!"

"Why!"

"Spirit of reform and all that.  Burne Holiday is behind it.  The club presidents are holding a meeting to-night to see if they can find a joint means of combating it."

"Well, what's the idea of the thing?"

"Oh, clubs injurious to Princeton democracy; cost a lot; draw social lines, take time; the regular line you get sometimes from disappointed sophomores.  Woodrow thought they should be abolished and all that."

"But this is the real thing?"

"Absolutely.  I think it'll go through."

"For Pete's sake, tell me more about it."

"Well," began Tom, "it seems that the idea developed simultaneously in several heads.  I was talking to Burne awhile ago, and he claims that it's a logical result if an intelligent person thinks long enough about the social system.  They had a 'discussion crowd' and the point of abolishing the clubs was brought up by some one--everybody there leaped at it--it had been in each one's mind, more or less, and it just needed a spark to bring it out."

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June 25th, 2013  1:46 PM

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