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           for"PoorButterfly"hadbeenthesongofthatlastyear.Thewarseemedscarcelytotouchthemanditmighthavebeenoneoftheseniorspringsofthepast,exceptforthedrillingeveryotherafternoon,yetAmoryrealizedpoignantlythatthiswasthelastspringundertheoldregime.

           "Thisisthegreatprotestagainstthesuperman,"saidAmory.

           "Isupposeso,"Alecagreed.

           "He’sabsolutelyirreconcilablewithanyUtopia.Aslongasheoccurs,there’stroubleandallthelatentevilthatmakesacrowdlistandswaywhenhetalks."

           "Andofcourseallthatheisisagiftedmanwithoutamoralsense."

           "That’sall.Ithinktheworstthingtocontemplateisthis—it’sallhappenedbefore,howsoonwillithappenagain?FiftyyearsafterWaterlooNapoleonwasasmuchaherotoEnglishschoolchildrenasWellington.Howdoweknowourgrandchildrenwon’tidolizeVonHindenburgthesameway?"

           "Whatbringsitabout?"

           "Time,damnit,andthehistorian.Ifwecouldonlylearntolookonevilasevil,whetherit’sclothedinfilthormonotonyormagnificence."

           "God!Haven’twerakedtheuniverseoverthecoalsforfouryears?"

           Thenthenightcamethatwastobethelast.TomandAmory,boundinthemorningfordifferenttraining-camps,pacedtheshadowywalksasusualandseemedstilltoseearoundthemthefacesofthementheyknew.

           "Thegrassisfullofghoststo-night."

           "Thewholecampusisalivewiththem."