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Spires and Gargoyles
OnedayTomandAmorytriedrecitingtheirownandLordDunsany’spoemstothemusicofKerry’sgraphophone.
"Chant!"criedTom."Don’trecite!Chant!"
Amory,whowasperforming,lookedannoyed,andclaimedthatheneededarecordwithlesspianoinit.Kerrythereuponrolledonthefloorinstifledlaughter.
"Puton’HeartsandFlowers’!"hehowled."Oh,myLord,I’mgoingtocastakitten."
"Shutoffthedamngraphophone,"Amorycried,ratherredintheface."I’mnotgivinganexhibition."
InthemeanwhileAmorydelicatelykepttryingtoawakenasenseofthesocialsysteminD’Invilliers,forheknewthatthispoetwasreallymoreconventionalthanhe,andneededmerelywateredhair,asmallerrangeofconversation,andadarkerbrownhattobecomequiteregular.ButtheliturgyofLivingstonecollarsanddarktiesfellonheedlessears;infactD’Invilliersfaintlyresentedhisefforts;soAmoryconfinedhimselftocallsonceaweek,andbroughthimoccasionallyto12Univee.Thiscausedmildtittersamongtheotherfreshmen,whocalledthem"DoctorJohnsonandBoswell."
AlecConnage,anotherfrequentvisitor,likedhiminavagueway,butwasafraidofhimasahighbrow.
