The great tapestries of trees had darkened to ghosts back at the last edge of twilight
“Oh, honey-baby—you’re so big and strong, but oh, so gentle!”
unbearably lonely, desperately unhappy.
With people like us our home is where we are not
They slipped briskly into an intimacy from which they never recovered.
think that a regret typical of very vulgar people
paler than winter moons, more golden than harvest moons
did not consider himself a “strong char’c’ter,” but relied on his facility (learn things sorta quick) and his superior mentality (read a lotta deep books). He was proud of the fact that he could never become a mechanical or scientific genius. From no other heights was he debarred.
That had been his nearest approach to success through conformity. The fundamental Amory, idle, imaginative, rebellious, had been nearly snowed under. He had conformed, he had succeeded, but as his imagination was neither satisfied nor grasped by his own success, he had listlessly, half-accidentally chucked the whole thing and become again:
6. The fundamental Amory.
Whenever Amory was submerged, his vanity was the last part to go below the surface, so he could still enjoy a comfortable glow when “Wookey-wookey,” the deaf old housekeeper, told him that he was the best-looking boy she had ever seen.