For those minutes courage flowed like wine out of the November dusk, and he was the eternal hero, one with the sea-rover on the prow of a Norse galley, one with Roland and Horatius, Sir Nigel and Ted Coy, scraped and stripped into trim and then flung by his own will into the breach, beating back the tide, hearing from afar the thunder of cheers...

finally bruised and weary, but still elusive, circling an end, twisting, changing pace, straight-arming...

falling behind the Groton goal with two men on his legs, in the only touchdown of the game.
***** THE PHILOSOPHY OF THE SLICKER From the scoffing superiority of sixth-form year and success Amory looked back with cynical wonder on his status of the year before.

He was changed as completely as Amory Blaine could ever be changed.

Amory plus Beatrice plus two years in Minneapolis--these had been his ingredients when he entered St.Regis'.