The Great Man Is Not

My Father, Though, Could Run Very Much Faster. It Was Impossible To Compete With Him On The Grass. But It Was Astonishing How Slow Old People Were. Some Of Them Could Not Run Up A Hill And Called It Trying To Climb Stairs.

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.

But When I Was Twelve Years Old I Caught My First Strong Glimpse Of One Of The Fundamental Forces Of Existence, Whose Votary I Was Destined To Be For Life - Namely, Beauty.

I Was Always Hearing That I Was Pale And Thin And Small.

School Is A Foretaste Of Life.