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class with him, but Hugh and Pudge and I are all in English Fifty-three, and we ’ll put it up to him. He ’ll tell us what he thinks all right, and I hope to God that he says it is worth while. I’d like to have somebody convince me that I’ve got some¬ thing out of these four years beside lower ideals. Hell, sometimes I think that we ’re all damn fools. We worship athletics-—no offense, Hugh above everything else; we gamble and drink and talk like bums; and about every so often some fellow has to go home because a lovely lady has left him with bitter, bitter memories. I’m with Henley. If we ’re the cream of the earth—well, thank the Lord, we ’re not.”
“Who is,” Lawrence asked earnestly.
“God knows.”
