Listening to Cameron Beck
by Frank W. Hart - 1936
The school-masters' banquet ends in prolonged applause. I applaud. I walk down the long corridor and hear on every hand, "Wasn't that a wonderful message." I shake myself violently. I strive, all but vainly, to get hold of my intelligence. I stop and stare about, feeling much as I once had after taking gas to have a tooth pulled. Then I see the cold, unmoved faces of a few men I know to be critical thinkers. They are not saying "Wasn't that a wonderful message." Their presence helps. The spell is broken.
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