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The Egotist Becomes a Personage
Amorywantedtofeel"WilliamDayfield,1864."
Hewonderedthatgravesevermadepeopleconsiderlifeinvain.Somehowhecouldfindnothinghopelessinhavinglived.Allthebrokencolumnsandclaspedhandsanddovesandangelsmeantromances.Hefanciedthatinahundredyearshewouldlikehavingyoungpeoplespeculateastowhetherhiseyeswerebrownorblue,andhehopedquitepassionatelythathisgravewouldhaveaboutitanairofmany,manyyearsago.ItseemedstrangethatoutofarowofUnionsoldierstwoorthreemadehimthinkofdeadlovesanddeadlovers,whentheywereexactlyliketherest,eventotheyellowishmoss.
LongaftermidnightthetowersandspiresofPrincetonwerevisible,withhereandtherealate-burninglight—andsuddenlyoutofthecleardarknessthesoundofbells.Asanendlessdreamitwenton;thespiritofthepastbroodingoveranewgeneration,thechosenyouthfromthemuddled,unchastenedworld,stillfedromanticallyonthemistakesandhalf-forgottendreamsofdeadstatesmenandpoets.Herewasanewgeneration,shoutingtheoldcries,learningtheoldcreeds,throughareveryoflongdaysandnights;destinedfinallytogooutintothatdirtygrayturmoiltofollowloveandpride;anewgenerationdedicatedmorethanthelasttothefearofpovertyandtheworshipofsuccess;grownuptofindallGodsdead,allwarsfought,allfaithsinmanshaken...
