Summary

Portrait of Owen Wister Owen Wister Philosophy 4: A Story of Harvard University

Oscar had one love only: through all his days whatever he might forget, he would remember himself; through all his days he would make knowledge show that self off. Thank heaven, all the poor students in Harvard College were not Oscars! I loved some of them as much as I loved Bertie and Billy. So there is no black eye about it. Pity Oscar, if you like; but don’t be so mushy as to admire him as he stepped along in the night, holding his notes, full of his knowledge, thinking of Bertie and Billy, conscious of virtue, and smiling his smile.
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Portrait of Owen Wister Owen Wister Philosophy 4: A Story of Harvard University

Yet Oscar felt meritorious when he considered Bertie and Billy; for, like the socialists, merit with him meant not being able to live as well as your neighbor. You will think that I have given to Oscar what is familiarly termed a black eye. But I was once inclined to applaud his struggle for knowledge, until I studied him close and perceived that his love was not for the education he was getting. Bertie and Billy loved play for play’s own sake, and in play forgot themselves, like the wholesome young creatures that they were.
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Portrait of Owen Wister Owen Wister Philosophy 4: A Story of Harvard University

It was still too early for their regular breakfast, and they sat down to eggs and coffee at the Holly Tree.
“I waked John up,” said Billy. “He is satisfied.”
“Let’s have another order,” said Bertie. “These eggs are delicious.” Each of them accordingly ate four eggs and drank two cups of coffee.
“Oscar called five times,” said Billy; and he threw down those cards which Oscar had so neatly written.
“There’s multiplicity of the ego for you!” said Bertie.
Now, inspiration is a strange thing, and less obedient even than love to the will of man.
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