I was not given to looking at life in a rosy light.
From Georg Brandes
It gradually dawned upon me that there was no one more difficult to please than my mother.
It was jolly in the country. A cow and little pigs to play with and milk warm from the cow.
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.
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.
On the whole, the world was friendly. It chiefly depended on whether one were good or not.
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