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"Yes, sir."
"Sure?"
"Yes."
He got up and poured some more booze in his glass. Then he sat down again. He
didn't say anything for a long time.
"I don't want to scare you," he said, "but I can very clearly see you dying nobly,
one way or another, for some highly unworthy cause." He gave me a funny look. "If I
write something down for you, will you read it carefully? And keep it?"
"Yes. Sure," I said. I did, too. I still have the paper he gave me.
He went over to this desk on the other side of the room, and without sitting down
wrote something on a piece of paper. Then he came back and sat down with the paper in
his hand. "Oddly enough, this wasn't written by a practicing poet. It was written by a
psychoanalyst named Wilhelm Stekel. Here's what he--Are you still with me?"
"Yes, sure I am."
"Here's what he said: 'The mark of the immature man is that he wants to die nobly
for a cause, while the mark of the mature man is that he wants to live humbly for one.'"
He leaned over and handed it to me. I read it right when he gave it to me, and then
I thanked him and all and put it in my pocket. It was nice of him to go to all that trouble.
It really was. The thing was, though, I didn't feel much like concentrating. Boy, I felt so
damn tired all of a sudden.
You could tell he wasn't tired at all, though. He was pretty oiled up, for one thing.
"I think that one of these days," he said, "you're going to have to find out where you want
to go. And then you've got to start going there. But immediately. You can't afford to lose
a minute. Not you."
I nodded, because he was looking right at me and all, but I wasn't too sure what he
was talking about. I was pretty sure I knew, but I wasn't too positive at the time. I was too
damn tired.
"And I hate to tell you," he said, "but I think that once you have a fair idea where
you want to go, your first move will be to apply yourself in school. You'll have to. You're
a student--whether the idea appeals to you or not. You're in love with knowledge. And I
think you'll find, once you get past all the Mr. Vineses and their Oral Comp--"
"Mr. Vinsons," I said. He meant all the Mr. Vinsons, not all the Mr. Vineses. I
shouldn't have interrupted him, though.
"All right--the Mr. Vinsons. Once you get past all the Mr. Vinsons, you're going
to start getting closer and closer--that is, if you want to, and if you look for it and wait for
it--to the kind of information that will be very, very dear to your heart. Among other
things, you'll find that you're not the first person who was ever confused and frightened
and even sickened by human behavior. You're by no means alone on that score, you'll be
excited and stimulated to know. Many, many men have been just as troubled morally and
spiritually as you are right now. Happily, some of them kept records of their troubles.
You'll learn from them--if you want to. Just as someday, if you have something to offer,
someone will learn something from you. It's a beautiful reciprocal arrangement. And it
isn't education. It's history. It's poetry." He stopped and took a big drink out of his
highball. Then he started again. Boy, he was really hot. I was glad I didn't try to stop him
or anything. "I'm not trying to tell you," he said, "that only educated and scholarly men
are able to contribute something valuable to the world. It's not so. But I do say that
educated and scholarly men, if they're brilliant and creative to begin with--which,
unfortunately, is rarely the case--tend to leave infinitely more valuable records behind
them than men do who are merely brilliant and creative. They tend to express themselves
more clearly, and they usually have a passion for following their thoughts through to the
end. And--most important--nine times out of ten they have more humility than the
unscholarly thinker. Do you follow me at all?"