ABSTRACT
But I was a sort of intellectual prude, I suppose. I began to be afraid of losing contact with the higher learning. So I dragged myself, after a hurried din11er, to the free evening high schools. These began their courses much too early for me. In order to attend them I had to rush home, eat quickly, and dash out at once to school. I found that, with my little training, I knew more of literature than the teachers. And as concrete business entered my mind, the luminous abstract poetry of the high·er mathematics which I had loved became suddenly incomprehensible. In the days when I had been just a schoolgirl time did not matter, and while the classes plodded along I was able to amuse myself by reading surreptitiously. These later evening hours were precious and the slow movem.ent of a class made me fidgety. So I gave .that up and read . . . . and read . . . and read.
