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           Good-by,dearboy,andGodbewithyou.THAYERDARCY.

           EMBARKINGATNIGHT

           Amorymovedforwardonthedeckuntilhefoundastoolunderanelectriclight.Hesearchedinhispocketfornote-bookandpencilandthenbegantowrite,slowly,laboriously:

           "Weleaveto-night...

           Silent,wefilledthestill,desertedstreet,

           Acolumnofdimgray,

           Andghostsrosestartledatthemuffledbeat

           Alongthemoonlessway;

           Theshadowyshipyardsechoedtothefeet

           Thatturnedfromnightandday.

           Andsowelingeronthewindlessdecks,

           Seeonthespectreshore

           Shadesofathousanddays,poorgray-ribbedwrecks...

           Oh,shallwethendeplore

           Thosefutileyears!

           Seehowtheseaiswhite!

           Thecloudshavebrokenandtheheavensburn

           Tohollowhighways,pavedwithgravelledlight

           Thechurningofthewavesaboutthestern

           Risestoonevoluminousnocturne,

           ...Weleaveto-night."

           AletterfromAmory,headed"Brest,March11th,1919,"toLieutenantT.P.D’Invilliers,CampGordon,Ga.

           DEARBAUDELAIRE:—

           WemeetinManhattanonthe30thofthisverymo.;wethenproceedtotakeaverysportyapartment,youandIandAlec,whoisatmeelbowasIwrite.Idon’tknowwhatI’mgoingtodobutIhaveavaguedreamofgoingintopolitics.WhyisitthatthepickoftheyoungEnglishmenfromOxfordandCambridgegointopoliticsandintheU.S.A.weleaveittothemuckers?—raisedintheward,educatedintheassemblyandsenttoCongress,fat-paunchedbundlesofcorruption,devoidof"bothideasandideals"asthedebatersusedtosay.