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.
Being gifted needs courage.
My first experiences of academic friendship made me smile in after years when I looked back on them. But my circle of acquaintances had gradually grown so large that it was only natural new friendships should grow out of it.
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.
But I did not find any positive inspiration in my studies until I approached my nineteenth year.
I admired in others the strength that I lacked myself.