ABSTRACT
It is the month of April. I walk out of the college hall having written better papers than I did at the beginning of last term. I am stabilised and strong, and once more alone. I am no longer in love, but I am awakened to the pleasant sensations of admiration freely bestowed. My mind is made up. I have cast Anne out of my heart and out of my imagination. I shall proceed to work hard for Greats, and ensure my career. 183
