"I'm rather pagan at present.

It's just that religion doesn't seem to have the slightest bearing on life at my age." When he left her house he walked down Riverside Drive with a feeling of satisfaction.

It was amusing to discuss again such subjects as this young poet, Stephen Vincent Benet, or the Irish Republic.

Between the rancid accusations of Edward Carson and Justice Cohalan he had completely tired of the Irish question; yet there had been a time when his own Celtic traits were pillars of his personal philosophy.
There seemed suddenly to be much left in life, if only this revival of old interests did not mean that he was backing away from it again--backing away from life itself.
***** RESTLESSNESS "I'm tres old and tres bored, Tom," said Amory one day, stretching himself at ease in the comfortable window-seat.

He always felt most natural in a recumbent position.
"You used to be entertaining before you started to write," he continued.
"Now you save any idea that you think would do to print." Existence had settled back to an ambitionless normality.