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           TheilliterateathleteslikeLangueducthinkhe’sgettingeccentric,buttheyjustsay,’GoodoldBurnehasgotsomequeerideasinhishead,’andpasson—thePhariseeclass—Gee!theyridiculehimunmercifully."

           ThenextmorninghemetBurnehurryingalongMcCoshwalkafterarecitation.

           "Whitherbound,Tsar?"

           "OvertothePrinceofficetoseeFerrenby,"hewavedacopyofthemorning’sPrincetonianatAmory."Hewrotethiseditorial."

           "Goingtoflayhimalive?"

           "No—buthe’sgotmeallballedup.EitherI’vemisjudgedhimorhe’ssuddenlybecometheworld’sworstradical."

           Burnehurriedon,anditwasseveraldaysbeforeAmoryheardanaccountoftheensuingconversation.Burnehadcomeintotheeditor’ssanctumdisplayingthepapercheerfully.

           "Hello,Jesse."

           "Hellothere,Savonarola."

           "Ijustreadyoureditorial."

           "Goodboy—didn’tknowyoustoopedthatlow."

           "Jesse,youstartledme."

           "Howso?"

           "Aren’tyouafraidthefaculty’llgetafteryouifyoupullthisirreligiousstuff?"

           "What?"

           "Likethismorning."

           "Whatthedevil—thateditorialwasonthecoachingsystem."

           "Yes,butthatquotation—"

           Jessesatup.

           "Whatquotation?"

           "Youknow:’Hewhoisnotwithmeisagainstme.’"

           "Well—whataboutit?"

           Jessewaspuzzledbutnotalarmed.

           "Well,yousayhere—letmesee."Burneopenedthepaperandread:"’Hewhoisnotwithmeisagainstme,asthatgentlemansaidwhowasnotoriouslycapableofonlycoarsedistinctionsandpuerilegeneralities.