I became an ardent, but never a specially good, dancer.
I admired in others the strength that I lacked myself.
The appalling thing about war is that it kills all love of truth.
The war imbued my tin soldiers with quite a new interest. It was impossible to have boxes enough of them.
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.
School is a foretaste of life.