six in the morning
***** On a dusty day in September Amory arrived in Princeton and joined the sweltering crowd of conditioned men who thronged the streets . It seemed a stupid way to commence his upper-class years , to spend four hours a morning in the stuffy room of a tutoring school , imbibing the infinite boredom of conic sections . Mr. Rooney , pander to the dull , conducted the class and smoked innumerable Pall Malls as he drew diagrams and worked equations from six in the morning until midnight . `` Now , Langueduc , if I used that formula , where would my A point be ? '' Langueduc lazily shifts his six-foot-three of football material and tries to concentrate . `` Oh -- ah -- I 'm damned if I know , Mr. Rooney . ''