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           Thereisnosuchthingasastrong,sanecriminal."

           "Burne,Idisagreewithyoualtogether;howaboutthesuperman?"

           "Well?"

           "He’sevil,Ithink,yethe’sstrongandsane."

           "I’venevermethim.I’llbet,though,thathe’sstupidorinsane."

           "I’vemethimoverandoverandhe’sneither.That’swhyIthinkyou’rewrong."

           "I’msureI’mnot—andsoIdon’tbelieveinimprisonmentexceptfortheinsane."

           OnthispointAmorycouldnotagree.Itseemedtohimthatlifeandhistorywererifewiththestrongcriminal,keen,butoftenself-deluding;inpoliticsandbusinessonefoundhimandamongtheoldstatesmenandkingsandgenerals;butBurneneveragreedandtheircoursesbegantosplitonthatpoint.

           Burnewasdrawingfartherandfartherawayfromtheworldabouthim.Heresignedthevice-presidencyoftheseniorclassandtooktoreadingandwalkingasalmosthisonlypursuits.Hevoluntarilyattendedgraduatelecturesinphilosophyandbiology,andsatinallofthemwitharatherpatheticallyintentlookinhiseyes,asifwaitingforsomethingthelecturerwouldneverquitecometo.SometimesAmorywouldseehimsquirminhisseat;andhisfacewouldlightup;hewasonfiretodebateapoint.

           Hegrewmoreabstractedonthestreetandwasevenaccusedofbecomingasnob,butAmoryknewitwasnothingofthesort,andoncewhenBurnepassedhimfourfeetoff,absolutelyunseeingly,hismindathousandmilesaway,Amoryalmostchokedwiththeromanticjoyofwatchinghim.