Long Afterward Amory Thought Of Sophomore Spring

Amory Thought How It Was Only The Past That Seemed Strange And Unbelievable.

She Confused Him And Hindered The Flow Of His Ideas. Self-expression Had Never Seemed At Once So Desirable And So Impossible.

He Talked A Lot About The Past, And I Gathered That He Wanted To Recover Something, Some Idea Of Himself Perhaps, That Had Gone Into Loving Daisy. His Life Had Been Confused And Disordered Since Then, But If He Could Once Return To A Certain Starting Place And Go Over It All Slowly, He Could Find Out What That Thing Was.

I Wish I Could Write. I Get These Ideas But I Never Seem To Be Able To Put Them In Words.

What'll We Do With Ourselves This Afternoon? And The Day After That, And The Next Thirty Years?