School Is A Foretaste Of Life.

Just About This Time, When In Imagination I Was So Great A Warrior, I Had Good Use In Real Life For More Strength, As I Was No Longer Taken To School By The Nurse, But Instead Had Myself To Protect My Brother, Two Years My Junior.

I Was At Home Then In The World Of Figures, But Not In That Of Values.

I Did Not Know What It Was To Be Happy For A Whole Day At A Time, Scarcely For An Hour.

I Became An Ardent, But Never A Specially Good, Dancer.

Six Hours A Day I Lived Under School Discipline In Active Intercourse With People None Of Whom Were Known To Those At Home, And The Other Hours Of The Twenty-four I Spent At Home, Or With Relatives Of The People At Home, None Of Whom Were Known To Anybody At School.