THUS Angus finally brought himself round, by instinct
if not by his own reasoning, to reconciliation with the
world. When this happened his usefulness to me was at an
end, for he had ceased to be the Angus I had created. Either
he had grown beyond me or I had grown beyond him. I began
by confessing him only half a man, whose sole warmly human
trait was a tendency to dramatize himself. As a screen for my
own ego he proved to be transparent, and by peeping out
from behind him so often I merely shriveled him without add-
ing an inch to my own stature. To tell the truth, his ration-
alizations began to bore me. It was time we parted company.

Yet it would be ungracious to leave him without pronounc-
ing those kindly words customarily addressed to men arbitrarily
placed in retirement. After all, he taught me much about my
own limitations, and his mental autobiography should have
some significance for others. The forces that made and confused
him are also at work on all Americans of the twentieth cen-

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