IN April 1882 my father died; and I was at once whirled out of my land of dreams into a very different sphere.

Remember, the serpent is still living in the Garden of Eden. Only the heterosexual couple was expelled.

The other thing that happened in 1883 was my reading of Thoreau's Walden.

I was in the Square at the time. The crowd was a most good-humoured, easy going, smiling crowd; but presently it was transformed. A regiment of mounted police came cantering up.

Making a choice is like backing a horse - in a hundred years, they may decide you picked wrongly.

Great success in examinations does naturally not as a rule go with originality of thought.

When he was twenty-three or twenty-four my father began to learn German and read philosophy in his spare hours, which did not look as though he were destined to remain long on board ship!