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The Egotist Becomes a Personage
Amory,sorryforthem,wasstillnotsorryforhimself—art,politics,religion,whateverhismediumshouldbe,heknewhewassafenow,freefromallhysteria—hecouldacceptwhatwasacceptable,roam,grow,rebel,sleepdeepthroughmanynights....
TherewasnoGodinhisheart,heknew;hisideaswerestillinriot;therewaseverthepainofmemory;theregretforhislostyouth—yetthewatersofdisillusionhadleftadepositonhissoul,responsibilityandaloveoflife,thefaintstirringofoldambitionsandunrealizeddreams.But—oh,Rosalind!Rosalind!...
"It’sallapoorsubstituteatbest,"hesaidsadly.
Andhecouldnottellwhythestrugglewasworthwhile,whyhehaddeterminedtousetotheutmosthimselfandhisheritagefromthepersonalitieshehadpassed....
Hestretchedouthisarmstothecrystalline,radiantsky.
"Iknowmyself,"hecried,"butthatisall."
