Let Your Mind Be Quiet,

Making A Choice Is Like Backing A Horse - In A Hundred Years, They May Decide You Picked Wrongly.

The Other Thing That Happened In 1883 Was My Reading Of Thoreau's Walden.

In April 1882 My Father Died; And I Was At Once Whirled Out Of My Land Of Dreams Into A Very Different Sphere.

I Was In The Square At The Time. The Crowd Was A Most Good-humoured, Easy Going, Smiling Crowd; But Presently It Was Transformed. A Regiment Of Mounted Police Came Cantering Up.

I Might Have Simply Settled Down Into An Armchair Literary Life. I Really Don't Know Exactly Why I Didn't.