I Do Not Exactly Remember At What

It Is With The Approach Of Winter That Cats...wear Their Richest Fur And Assume An Air Of Sumptuous And Delightful Opulence.

It Is Said That Many Children Who Live In The Central Provinces, Away From The Ocean, Have A Great Longing To See It. I Who Had Never Been Away From The Monotonous Country Surrounding Us Looked Forward Eagerly To Seeing The Mountains.

I Recall Feeling An Almost Delicious Terror When One Day I Found Myself Alone In The Midst Of Tall June Grasses That Grew High As My Head. But Here The Secret Working Of Self Consciousness Is Almost Too Entangled With The Things Of The Past For Me To Explain It.

I Still Have In My Memory, Almost Agonizing Impressions Of A Serious Illness Which I Had When I Was About Eight Years Old. Those About Me Called It Scarlet Fever, And Its Very Name Seemed To Have A Diabolical Quality.

Painting And Music Were The Only Things I Worked At Industriously And Faithfully.