I Was At Home Then

Under The Dominion Of The Priests Our Earth Became The Ascetic Planet; A Squalid Den Careering Through Space, Peopled By Discontented And Arrogant Creatures, Who Were Disgusted With Life, Abhorred Their Globe As A Vale Of Tears, And Who In Their Envy And Hatred Of Beauty And Joy Did Themselves As Much Harm As Possible.

On The Whole, The World Was Friendly. It Chiefly Depended On Whether One Were Good Or Not.

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 Not Afraid Of What I Did Not Like. To Overcome Dislike Of A Thing Often Satisfied One's Feeling Of Honour.

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