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           "Inoticethatwhenyouwanttostayoveranextradayfromcollegeyougoaboutitinasureway.Youneverdecideatfirstwhilethemeritsofgoingorstayingarefairlyclearinyourmind.Youletyourimaginationshinnyonthesideofyourdesiresforafewhours,andthenyoudecide.Naturallyyourimagination,afteralittlefreedom,thinksupamillionreasonswhyyoushouldstay,soyourdecisionwhenitcomesisn’ttrue.It’sbiassed."

           "Yes,"objectedAmory,"butisn’titlackofwill-powertoletmyimaginationshinnyonthewrongside?"

           "Mydearboy,there’syourbigmistake.Thishasnothingtodowithwill-power;that’sacrazy,uselessword,anyway;youlackjudgment—thejudgmenttodecideatoncewhenyouknowyourimaginationwillplayyoufalse,givenhalfachance."

           "Well,I’llbedarned!"exclaimedAmoryinsurprise,"that’sthelastthingIexpected."

           Claradidn’tgloat.Shechangedthesubjectimmediately.Butshehadstartedhimthinkingandhebelievedshewaspartlyright.Hefeltlikeafactory-ownerwhoafteraccusingaclerkofdishonestyfindsthathisownson,intheoffice,ischangingthebooksonceaweek.Hispoor,mistreatedwillthathehadbeenholdinguptothescornofhimselfandhisfriends,stoodbeforehiminnocent,andhisjudgmentwalkedofftoprisonwiththeunconfinableimp,imagination,dancinginmockinggleebesidehim.Clara’swastheonlyadviceheeveraskedwithoutdictatingtheanswerhimself—except,perhaps,inhistalkswithMonsignorDarcy.