Chapter 7

BOOK TWO
The Education of a Personage

CHAPTER 3
Young Irony

FOR YEARS AFTERWARD when Amory thought of Eleanor he seemed still to hear the wind sobbing around him and sending little chills into the places beside his heart. The night when they rode up the slope and watched the cold moon float through the clouds, he lost a further part of him that nothing could restore; and when he lost it he lost also the power of regretting it. Eleanor was, say, the last time that evil crept close to Amory under the mask of beauty, the last weird mystery that held him with wild fascination and pounded his soul to flakes. With her his imagination ran riot and that is why they rode to the highest hill and watched an evil moon ride high, for they knew then that they could see the devil in each other. But Eleanordid Amory dream her? Afterward their ghosts played, yet both of them hoped from their souls never to meet. Was it the infinite sadness of her eyes that drew him or the mirror of himself that he found in the gorgeous clarity of her mind? She will have no other adventure like Amory, and if she reads this she will say:
"And Amory will have no other adventure like me." Nor will she sigh, any more than he would sigh. Eleanor tried to put it on paper once:

"The fading things we only know We'll have forgotten...
Put away...
Desires that melted with the snow, And dreams begotten
This to-day:
The sudden dawns we laughed to greet, That all could see, that none could share, Will be but dawns ... and if we meet We shall not care.

Dear ... not one tear will rise for this... A little while hence
No regret
Will stir for a remembered kiss Not even silence,
When we've met,
Will give old ghosts a waste to roam, Or stir the surface of the sea... If gray shapes drift beneath the foam We shall not see."

They quarrelled dangerously because Amory maintained that sea and see couldn't possibly be used as a rhyme. And then Eleanor had part of another verse that she couldn't find a beginning for:

"...But wisdom passes ... still the years Will feed us wisdom.... Age will go Back to the old For all our tears We shall not know."

Eleanor hated Maryland passionately. She belonged to the oldest of the old families of Ramilly County and lived in a big, gloomy house with her grandfather. She had been born and brought up in France.... I see I am starting wrong. Let me begin again. Amory was bored, as he usually was in the country. He used to go for far walks by himselfand wander along reciting "Ulalume" to the corn-fields, and congratulating Poe for drinking himself to death in that atmosphere of smiling complacency. One afternoon he had strolled for several miles along a road that was new to him, and then through a wood on bad advice from a colored woman ... losing himself entirely. A passing storm decided to break out, and to his great impatience the