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           Yetthatwaswhatshehadobjectedtoinhim;andAmorywassuddenlytiredofthinking,thinking!

           "Damnher!"hesaidbitterly,"she’sspoiledmyyear!"

           THESUPERMANGROWSCARELESS

           OnadustydayinSeptemberAmoryarrivedinPrincetonandjoinedtheswelteringcrowdofconditionedmenwhothrongedthestreets.Itseemedastupidwaytocommencehisupper-classyears,tospendfourhoursamorninginthestuffyroomofatutoringschool,imbibingtheinfiniteboredomofconicsections.Mr.Rooney,pandertothedull,conductedtheclassandsmokedinnumerablePallMallsashedrewdiagramsandworkedequationsfromsixinthemorninguntilmidnight.

           "Now,Langueduc,ifIusedthatformula,wherewouldmyApointbe?"

           Langueduclazilyshiftshissix-foot-threeoffootballmaterialandtriestoconcentrate.

           "Oh—ah—I’mdamnedifIknow,Mr.Rooney."

           "Oh,whyofcourse,ofcourseyoucan’tusethatformula.That’swhatIwantedyoutosay."

           "Why,sure,ofcourse."

           "Doyouseewhy?"

           "Youbet—Isupposeso."

           "Ifyoudon’tsee,tellme.I’mheretoshowyou."

           "Well,Mr.Rooney,ifyoudon’tmind,Iwishyou’dgooverthatagain."

           "Gladly.Nowhere’s’A’..."

           Theroomwasastudyinstupidity—twohugestandsforpaper,Mr.