ABSTRACT
With the exception of religion—which seemed to offer alternations of blue skies and dark, the latter being both threatening and exciting—I entered into relative calm. I was free of prep-school bullying; the horror of Sundays, half holidays, nighttime, remained lively ghosts. Morgan in the main school was a physical representation only of himself; he was a non-entity; his relationship with all his prep school contemporaries had altered. Whether the change was located in himself or us, or both, I did not know. From the little I saw I did not think he had changed: his friend Pickett had—he was more intelligent, more cruel. The continuation of that friendship was one respect in which Morgan showed his lack of change.
