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           Burneseemedtobeclimbingheightswhereotherswouldbeforeverunabletogetafoothold.

           "Itellyou,"AmorydeclaredtoTom,"he’sthefirstcontemporaryI’veevermetwhomI’lladmitismysuperiorinmentalcapacity."

           "It’sabadtimetoadmitit—peoplearebeginningtothinkhe’sodd."

           "He’swayovertheirheads—youknowyouthinksoyourselfwhenyoutalktohim—GoodLord,Tom,youusedtostandoutagainst’people.’Successhascompletelyconventionalizedyou."

           Tomgrewratherannoyed.

           "What’shetryingtodo—beexcessivelyholy?"

           "No!notlikeanybodyyou’veeverseen.NeverentersthePhiladelphianSociety.Hehasnofaithinthatrot.Hedoesn’tbelievethatpublicswimming-poolsandakindwordintimewillrightthewrongsoftheworld;moreover,hetakesadrinkwheneverhefeelslikeit."

           "Hecertainlyisgettinginwrong."

           "Haveyoutalkedtohimlately?"

           "No."

           "Thenyouhaven’tanyconceptionofhim."

           Theargumentendednowhere,butAmorynoticedmorethaneverhowthesentimenttowardBurnehadchangedonthecampus.

           "It’sodd,"AmorysaidtoTomonenightwhentheyhadgrownmoreamicableonthesubject,"thatthepeoplewhoviolentlydisapproveofBurne’sradicalismaredistinctlythePhariseeclass—Imeanthey’rethebest-educatedmenincollege—theeditorsofthepapers,likeyourselfandFerrenby,theyoungerprofessors....