When I was a little boy I did not, of course, trouble much about my appearance.
I was always hearing that I was pale and thin and small.
It gradually dawned upon me that there was no one more difficult to please than my mother.
School is a foretaste of life.
My first experiences of academic friendship made me smile in after years when I looked back on them. But my circle of acquaintances had gradually grown so large that it was only natural new friendships should grow out of it.
But when I was twelve years old I caught my first strong glimpse of one of the fundamental forces of existence, whose votary I was destined to be for life - namely, Beauty.