"Not at all," said Brockhurst. "I would strip them of all nonsense; in fact that is their weakness, not their strength, and it is all unnecessary. This is what I'd do: drop the secrecy--this extraordinary muffled breathless guarding of an empty can--retain the privilege any club has of excluding outsiders, stop this childishness of getting up and leaving the room if some old lady happens to ask are you a Bones man or a Keys man. Instead, when a Bones man goes to see a freshman whom he wants to befriend, have him say openly as he passes the chapter house: "'That's my society--Skull and Bones. It stands as a reward of merit here. Hope you'll do something to deserve it.' "Which is the better of the two ideas, the saner, the manlier and the more natural? What would they lose by eliminating the objectionable, unnecessary features--all of which you may be sure were started as horse play, and have curiously enough come to be taken in deadly earnestness?" "I think you exaggerate a little," said Stover, unwilling to accept this arraignment. "No, I don't," said Brockhurst stubbornly. "The thing is a fetish; it gets you; it's meant to get you. It gets me, and if you're honest you'll admit it gets you. Now own up." "Yes, I suppose it does." "Now, Dink, you're fighting for one thing up here, the freedom of your mind and your will." "Why, yes," Stover said, surprised at Brockhurst's knowledge of his inner conflicts. "Yes, that's exactly what I'm fighting out." "Well, my boy, you'll never get what you're after until you see this thing as it is--the unreasoning harm done, the poppycock that has been thrown around a good central idea--if you admit such things are necessary, which of course I don't." "You see," said Stover stubbornly, "you're against all organization." "I certainly am--inherited organizations," said Brockhurst immediately, "organizations that are imposed on you. The only organization necessary is the natural, spontaneous coming together of congenial elements." They had returned to the campus, and Brockhurst, by intent leading the way, stopped before the lugubrious bulk of Skull and Bones. "There you are," he said, with a laugh. "Look at it. It's built of the same stone as other buildings, it has in it what secret? Go up, young Egyptian, to its mystery in awe and reverence, young idol worshiper of thirty centuries ago." "Damn it, Brocky, it does get me," said Stover with a short laugh. "Curious," said Brockhurst, turning away. "The architecture of these sacred tombs is almost invariably the suggestion of the dungeon--the prison of the human mind." Stover's conversation with Brockhurst did not at first trouble him much. Curiously enough the one idea he retained was that Brockhurst had spoken of him as a possibility for Tap Day. "What nonsense," he said to himself angrily. "Here, I know better!"