PART Ⅱ-6
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t ill exist. tories , I t Gould probably isn’t read any longer, but Nick Carter and Sexton Blake seem to be still t, if I’m remembering rigarted about 1905. till rat C arted about 1903, remember its exact name—e a boy at sco give aimes. If I noopus and a cuttle-fis composition of bell-metal, t’s w from.
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All ter of 1905 I spent a penny on Cory, ‘Donovan tless’. Donovan tless cimes it ers of volcanoes in Africa, sometimes it rified mammotusks from ts of Siberia, sometimes it reasures from t cities of Peru. Donovan on a ne be fres est place in to lie on, and a sort of plastery smell mixed up over to lie ticking out of ter. I can feel t noer day, just ill. I’m lying on my belly of me. A mouse runs up toy, tops dead and ctle eyes like tiny jet beads. I’m t I’m Donovan tless. t pitcent, and ts of terious orc blooms once in a in box under my camp bed. In ts all round teet and skin ing tcc and sainfoin and tery smell, and I’m up t’s bliss, pure bliss.
I’ve exaggerated if I’ve given t fis. Fisainly came first, but reading en or eleven ed reading—reading voluntarily, I mean. At t age it’s like discovering a ne t many t you migypical Boots Library subscriber, I al-seller of t (tter’s Castle—I fell for every one of t Book Club for a year or more. And in 1918, y-five, I of debauc made a certain difference to my outlook. But not years raigo tcs of Brazil.
It een t I got my biggest kick out of reading. At first it tle t and an illustration in t later it Gould and Ranger Gull and a c ories almost as rapidly as Nat Gould e racing ones. I suppose if my parents tle better educated I’d , Dickens and t tin Dur scimes tried to incite me to read Ruskin and Carlyle. But tically no books in our t of my oill mucer. I’m not sorry it ed to read, and I got more out of t out of tuff taug school.
t ill exist. tories , I t Gould probably isn’t read any longer, but Nick Carter and Sexton Blake seem to be still t, if I’m remembering rigarted about 1905. till rat C arted about 1903, remember its exact name—e a boy at sco give aimes. If I noopus and a cuttle-fis composition of bell-metal, t’s w from.
Joe never read. t are unable to read ten lines consecutively. t of print made urn a t of disgust as a smells stale ried to kick me out of reading, but Mot I I saste for ‘book-learning’, as t. But it ypical of bot t by my reading t t I ougo read somet didn’t knoo be sure rations half bad.
All ter of 1905 I spent a penny on Cory, ‘Donovan tless’. Donovan tless cimes it ers of volcanoes in Africa, sometimes it rified mammotusks from ts of Siberia, sometimes it reasures from t cities of Peru. Donovan on a ne be fres est place in to lie on, and a sort of plastery smell mixed up over to lie ticking out of ter. I can feel t noer day, just ill. I’m lying on my belly of me. A mouse runs up toy, tops dead and ctle eyes like tiny jet beads. I’m t I’m Donovan tless. t pitcent, and ts of terious orc blooms once in a in box under my camp bed. In ts all round teet and skin ing tcc and sainfoin and tery smell, and I’m up t’s bliss, pure bliss.