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The Assembly Hall was used for large lectures, debates, plays, and concerts; it had the worst acoustics in the school. I couldn’ ...

“I told Brinker this morning,” I began in a voice treacherously shaking, “that I thought this was the worst—” “And I said,” Brin ...

This touched an interesting point Phineas had been turning over in his mind for a long time. I could tell that because the obsti ...

“Of course Finny was in the tree,” I said. But I couldn’t make the confusion last, “and I was down at the bottom, or climbing th ...

No one said anything. Phineas had been sitting motionless, leaning slightly forward, not far from the position in which we praye ...

“So you couldn’t ...” I began before I could stop myself. There was a short pause during which every ear and no eyes were direct ...

“Then they both moved.” “How did they move?” “They moved,” now Leper was smiling, a charming and slightly arch smile, like a chi ...

The words shocked Phineas into awareness. He whirled as though being attacked from behind. “You get the rest of the facts, Brink ...

would have been one of those carrying the chair, saying something into his ear as we went along. My aid alone had never seemed t ...

engine of Dr. Stanpole’s car when it turned over with special reluctance, and a thin, lonely whistling the wind sometimes made h ...

stomach and I could feel my face getting more and more flushed; I dug my teeth into my fist to try to gain control and then I no ...

There was something innately strange about it, as though there had always been an inner core to the gym which I had never percei ...

were choked with images of blazing artillery and bodies half sunk in the sand of a beach somewhere. We members of the Class of 1 ...

on exhibition somewhere. “I had to.” Then I added, with great difficulty, “I thought I belonged here.” I felt him turning to loo ...

His face had been struggling to stay calm as he listened to me, but now he was crying but trying to control himself. “It was jus ...

instead of going to a scheduled meeting of the Commencement Arrangements Committee, on which I had been persuaded to take Brinke ...

The Far Common was different, a gift of the rich lady benefactress. It was Georgian like the rest of the school, and it combined ...

The Jeeps, troops, and sewing machines were now drawn up next to the Far Common quadrangle. There was some kind of consultation ...

“I was going to wait and be drafted,” I replied, trying to be polite and answer his question honestly, “but if I did that they m ...

“Dad keeps making that speech about serving the country,” Brinker said apologetically, “I wish to hell he wouldn’t.” “That’s all ...