But the mind travels far - and mysteriously - in sleep.

So as the years draw on toward the Biblical limit, the inclination to look back, and to tell some sort of story of what one has seen, grows upon most of us.

But a girl of seventeen is not always thinking of books, especially in the Oxford summer term.

I regard the whole university system as a wretched sham. Knowledge! It has no more to do with knowledge than my boots.

Customers must be delicately angled for at a safe distance - show yourself too much, and, like trout, they flashed away.

Is there any other slavery and chain like that of temperament?

How little those who are schoolgirls of today can realize what it was to be a schoolgirl in the fifties or the early sixties of the last century!