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The houses
were as handsome and as unusual as I remembered. Clever
modernizations of old Colonial manses, extensions in Victorian
wood, capacious Greek Revival temples lined the street, as
impressive and just as forbidding as ever. Pg. 1
To escape the wolf pack which all the other players became he
created reverses and deceptions and acts of sheer mass hypnotism
which were so extraordinary that they surprised even him; after
some of these plays I would notice him chuckling quietly to
himself, in a kind of happy disbelief. Pg. 17
The tide was high and the surf was heavy. Pg. 20
You and Phineas are even already. You are even in enmity. You
are both coldly driving ahead for yourselves alone. You did hate
him for breaking that school swimming record, but so what? Pg.
24
Not of the tree and pain, but of one of his favorite tricks, Phineas
in exaltation, balancing on one foot on the prow of a canoe like a
river god, his raised arms invoking the air to support him, face
transfigured, body a complex set of balances and compensations,
each muscle aligned in perfection with all the others to maintain
this supreme fantasy of achievement, his skin glowing from
immersions, his whole body hanging between river and sky as
though he had transcended gravity and might by gently pushing
upward with his foot glide a little way higher and remain
suspended in space, encompassing all the glory of the summer and
offering it to the sky. Pg. 36
The school was thinly blanketed that night, but the next morning,
a bright, almost balmy day, every flake disappeared. Pg 47
I could hardly believe it, but it was too plainly printed in the
closed expression of his face to mistake, too discernible beneath
the even tone of his voice: Phineas was shocked at the idea of my
leaving. Pg 56
But once you passed through the Colonial doorways, with only an
occasional fan window or low relief pillar to suggest that a certain
muted adornment was permissible, you entered an extravaganza of
Pompadour splendor. Pg 57