"Seek pleasure where find it for to-morrow die.

'At's philos'phy for me now on." Carling yawned, but Amory, waxing brilliant, continued: "Use' wonder 'bout things--people satisfied compromise, fif'y-fif'y att'tude on life.

Now don' wonder, don' wonder--" He became so emphatic in impressing on Carling the fact that he didn't wonder that he lost the thread of his discourse and concluded by announcing to the bar at large that he was a "physcal anmal." "What are you celebrating, Amory ?" Amory leaned forward confidentially.
"Cel'brating blowmylife.

Great moment blow my life.

Can't tell you 'bout it--" He heard Carling addressing a remark to the bartender: "Give him a bromo-seltzer." Amory shook his head indignantly.
"None that stuff!" "But listen, Amory, you're making yourself sick.