"Oh! And have I the same power?"
"You? Certainly not. You are only the Half that won't work. You have got no power at all."
"Oh! Well—I shall not stand that."
"You can't help yourself. I am the Intellectual Principle; mine is the Will: mine is the clear head and the authority."
"What am I, then?"
"You? I don't know. You are me—yourself—without the Intellectual Principle. That is what you are. I must define you by negatives. You cannot argue, or reason, or create, or invent: you remember like an animal from assistance: you behave nicely because you have been trained: you are—in short—you are the Animal Part."
"Oh!" He was angry: he did not know what to reply: he was humiliated.
"Don't fall into a rage. Go away and amuse yourself. You can do anything you please. Come back, however, in time for Hall."
The Animal Part obeyed. He went out leaving the other Part over his books. He spent the morning with other men as industriously disposed as himself. He found a strange lightness of spirits. There was no remonstrating voice within him reproaching him for his laziness, urging him to get up and go to work. Not at all; that voice was silent; he was left quite undisturbed. He talked with these men over tobacco; he played billiards with them; he lay in a chair and looked at a novel. He had luncheon and beer, and more tobacco. He went down the river in the college boat; he had an hour or two of whist before Hall. Then he returned to his room.
His other Half looked up, surprised.