Sherman leaned forward and put his head down again. He found himself staring at the shiny tops of his New & Lingwood half-brogues. The colossal vanity of his bench-made English shoes sickened him. What availeth a man ... He couldn't remember the quotation. He could see the pitiful brown moon on the crown of Felix's skull . . . Knoxville . . . Why hadn't he moved to Knoxville long ago? ... a simple Georgian house with a screen porch at one end . . .