We're philosophers." "I'm not." "Sure you are.

You've got a darn good head on you." But Amory knew that nothing in the abstract, no theory or generality, ever moved Rahill until he stubbed his toe upon the concrete minutiae of it.
"Haven't," insisted Rahill.

"I let people impose on me here and don't get anything out of it.

I'm the prey of my friends, damn it--do their lessons, get 'em out of trouble, pay 'em stupid summer visits, and always entertain their kid sisters; keep my temper when they get selfish and then they think they pay me back by voting for me and telling me I'm the 'big man' of St.Regis's.

I want to get where everybody does their own work and I can tell people where to go.