Vag walked out of Memorial Hall into the sunlight, and breathed a deep, deep sigh. Well, hour exams were over. For a moment he gazed absently at the small, almost blank piece of paper, and then crushed it into a ball and pitched it into the gutter of Cambridge Street. The throwing arm didn't feel so good. As Vag strolled down through the Yard, now almost completely shaded by the trees, he decided that he had still been right in coming during the hot months. But the Yard was almost deserted; there was only one word for it: he was lonely. Vag suddenly realized that he felt in many ways the same as he had when he first came as a Freshman. There were no friends around; he only knew five or six people to talk to.

But the pressure was off. For another six weeks now he would not have to hear a bullying proctor yell hoarsely, "Social Relations 12 sit in every other seat. Face this side of the room." And the terrifying, huge numbers on the blackboard, tersely announcing that he had seven minutes left for the last three questions. Which ones should he have taken out of the possible five? He agreed with all the statements in quotes; they all sounded reasonable, and he had put down a few odd facts he had learned in some history course last fall.

Vag gazed at the excavations for the new library, where a pleasant little hill had been. He remembered walking up it countless times on the way to Warren House, in the days of compulsory exercise and English A themes. The place was changing, Vag thought, as he crossed Massachusetts Avenue. On the corner of Plympton Street, two fellows in crew cuts and seersucker jackets had just thrown their weekend bags into their Ford and were starting the engine. Suddenly Vag remembered it was Friday, and he was taking the two o'clock out to the Cape. He quickened his pace. A fast lunch of chicken salad and iced coffee in Lowell House, and he would be off. Crossing Bow Street he bumped into a pretty girl, rather well-rounded at the edges. He picked up her pocketbook, handed it to her, and hesitating a moment to think of something to say, and then deciding not to, walked on. Finals seemed far away. And it was very hot, and Vag knew that he was entitled to a vacation, though it would be only two days.