ABSTRACT
Time I went to school to knock this nonsense out of my head—I hadn't a mind then, only a 'head'. This stage did have a twilight. No doubt it should have been a dawn—the dawn of intelligence. It came to me this way: I was taken along a long road by my ayah together with a little box for my lunch. In this box was some guava cheese of which I was inordinately fond. So far, so good; 'school' was making a good start.
