then he looked again and another crowd went on into time.
"Blue as the sky, gentlemen...." ***** AFTERMATH What Amory did that year from early September to late in the spring was so purposeless and inconsecutive that it seems scarcely worth recording.
He was, of course, immediately sorry for what he had lost.

His philosophy of success had tumbled down upon him, and he looked for the reasons.
"Your own laziness," said Alec later.
"No--something deeper than that.

I've begun to feel that I was meant to lose this chance." "They're rather off you at the club, you know; every man that doesn't come through makes our crowd just so much weaker." "I hate that point of view." "Of course, with a little effort you could still stage a comeback." "No--I'm through--as far as ever being a power in college is concerned." "But, Amory, honestly, what makes me the angriest isn't the fact that you won't be chairman of the Prince and on the Senior Council, but just that you didn't get down and pass that exam." "Not me," said Amory slowly; "I'm mad at the concrete thing.

My own idleness was quite in accord with my system, but the luck broke." "Your system broke, you mean." "Maybe." "Well, what are you going to do?
Get a better one quick, or just bum around for two more years as a has-been ?" "I don't know yet..." "Oh, Amory, buck up!" "Maybe." Amory's point of view, though dangerous, was not far from the true one.
If his reactions to his environment could be tabulated, the chart would have appeared like this, beginning with his earliest years: 1.

The fundamental Amory.
2.