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Experiments in Convalescence
"Whatareyoucelebrating,Amory?"
Amoryleanedforwardconfidentially.
"Cel’bratingblowmylife.Greatmomentblowmylife.Can’ttellyou’boutit—"
HeheardCarlingaddressingaremarktothebartender:
"Givehimabromo-seltzer."
Amoryshookhisheadindignantly.
"Nonethatstuff!"
"Butlisten,Amory,you’remakingyourselfsick.You’rewhiteasaghost."
Amoryconsideredthequestion.Hetriedtolookathimselfinthemirrorbutevenbysquintinguponeeyecouldonlyseeasfarastherowofbottlesbehindthebar.
"Likesom’nsolid.Wegogetsome—somesalad."
Hesettledhiscoatwithanattemptatnonchalance,butlettinggoofthebarwastoomuchforhim,andheslumpedagainstachair.
"We’llgoovertoShanley’s,"suggestedCarling,offeringanelbow.
WiththisassistanceAmorymanagedtogethislegsinmotionenoughtopropelhimacrossForty-secondStreet.
Shanley’swasverydim.Hewasconsciousthathewastalkinginaloudvoice,verysuccinctlyandconvincingly,hethought,aboutadesiretocrushpeopleunderhisheel.Heconsumedthreeclubsandwiches,devouringeachasthoughitwerenolargerthanachocolate-drop.ThenRosalindbeganpoppingintohismindagain,andhefoundhislipsforminghernameoverandover.Nexthewassleepy,andhehadahazy,listlesssenseofpeopleindresssuits,probablywaiters,gatheringaroundthetable....
...HewasinaroomandCarlingwassayingsomethingaboutaknotinhisshoe-lace.
"Nemmine,"hemanagedtoarticulatedrowsily."Sleepin’em...."
