On the whole, the world was friendly. It chiefly depended on whether one were good or not.

I admired in others the strength that I lacked myself.

Among the delights of Summer were picnics to the woods.

It was jolly in the country. A cow and little pigs to play with and milk warm from the cow.

But I did not find any positive inspiration in my studies until I approached my nineteenth year.

Just about this time, when in imagination I was so great a warrior, I had good use in real life for more strength, as I was no longer taken to school by the nurse, but instead had myself to protect my brother, two years my junior.

He who does not understand a joke, he does not understand Danish.