"You know, old boy, there are times when a man thinks quite a bit of
himself. This is more especially so before he's twenty-five. But then
again there are times when he sees his bad points only, and then of
all the unutterable dolts in the universe, he gets the notion that he
is the worst. When we were at college and I held down that third base
position and hit 320 in the first season, I was chesty enough. I
suppose you remember it. And when I came into my money and began to
make collections of motor cars, yachts and such things, I thought I
had taken life by the ears and was making it say 'uncle.'
"Well, we're only grown-up boys, after all. I recall that I thought
I'd dazzle Edyth with my magnificence, just as Tom Sawyer did the
little girl with the two long braids of yellow hair--do you remember?
And it was after I discovered that she was not to be dazzled that I
sort of gave up. I wasn't anybody--I never would be anybody; and Edyth
would be the sort of woman who would expect her husband to take the
front at a jump. And no sensible person could imagine me at the front
of anything, unless it was a procession on its way to the bow-wows."
"I think," said Ashton-Kirk, "that you began to prostrate yourself
before your idol; and when a man takes to that, he always gets to
thinking meanly of himself.
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