Chapter 14

After dinner, Lance went up to his room and shut the door, but he did not switch on the lights. He carried a chair to the open south window and, straddling the chair, looked at a sky that grew brilliant with stars. “I want to see for myself,” he thought. Yes, that was life, seeing things for yourself. Chapter Five 1 Lance drove fast. He had youth’s swiftness and its love of swiftness without youth’s recklessness. He had too much imagination to be reckless, for the reckless are those who cannot see round life’s corn…