I was not given to looking at life in a rosy light.

I became an ardent, but never a specially good, dancer.

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

The war imbued my tin soldiers with quite a new interest. It was impossible to have boxes enough of them.

It is useless to send armies against ideas.

But my doubt would not be overcome. Kierkegaard had declared that it was only to the consciousness of sin that Christianity was not horror or madness. For me it was sometimes both.

The person upon whom the schoolboys' attention centred was, of course, the Headmaster.