.. a chap with your magnetism--in spite of your
folly!--"
He impressed on me the fact, that, now I was a senior, more would be
expected of me ... that the younger boys would look up to me, as they
did to all seniors, and I must be more careful of my deportment before
them ... my general conduct....
He asked me what I intended making of myself.
"A poet!" I exclaimed.
He spread his hands outward with a gesture of despair.
"Of course, one can write poetry if necessary ... but what career are
you choosing?"
"The writing of poetry."
"But, my dear Gregory, one can't make a living by that ... and one must
live."
"Why must one live?" I replied fervently, "did Christ ever say 'One must
live'?"
"Gregory, you are impossible," laughed Stanton heartily, "but we're all
rather fond of you ... and we want you to behave, and try to graduate.
Though we can't tell just what you might do in after-life ... whether
you'll turn out a credit to the School or not."
"Professor Stanton, I have a favour to ask of you before I go," I asked,
standing.
"Yes?" and he raised his eyebrows.
"I want to know if I can have that room alone, over the platform, in
Recitation Hall."
"You'll have to ask Professor Dunn about that ... he has charge of
room-transfers ... but why can't you room as the other students do?... I
don't know whether it is good for you, to let you live by yourself .
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