“Good-by, Aaron Burr,” Amory called toward deserted Nassau Hall, “you and I knew strange corners of life.”
His voice echoed in the stillness.
“The torches are out,” whispered Tom. “Ah, Messalina, the long shadows are building minarets on the stadium—”
For an instant the voices of freshman year surged around them and then they looked at each other with faint tears in their eyes.
“Damn!”
“Damn!”
This side of Paradise
