My whole generation is restless.

I'm sick of a system where the richest man gets the most beautiful girl if he wants her, where the artist without an income has to sell his talents to a button manufacturer.

Even if I had no talents I'd not be content to work ten years, condemned either to celibacy or a furtive indulgence, to give some man's son an automobile." "But, if you're not sure--" "That doesn't matter," exclaimed Amory.

"My position couldn't be worse.
A social revolution might land me on top.

Of course I'm selfish.