There's a chance that you're right--but even
so we're hundreds of years before the time when non-resistance can touch
us as a reality."
"But, Amory, listen--"
"Burne, we'd just argue--"
"Very well."
"Just one thing--I don't ask you to think of your family or friends,
because I know they don't count a picayune with you beside your sense of
duty--but, Burne, how do you know that the magazines you read and the
societies you join and these idealists you meet aren't just plain
_German?_"
"Some of them are, of course."
"How do you know they aren't _all_ pro-German--just a lot of weak ones--
with German-Jewish names."
"That's the chance, of course," he said slowly. "How much or how little
I'm taking this stand because of propaganda I've heard, I don't know;
naturally I think that it's my most innermost conviction--it seems a path
spread before me just now."
Amory's heart sank.
"But think of the cheapness of it--no one's really going to martyr you
for being a pacifist--it's just going to throw you in with the worst--"
"I doubt it," he interrupted.
"Well, it all smells of Bohemian New York to me.
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