My Emotions Lose Their Force When I

It Is Said That Many Children Who Live In The Central Provinces, Away From The Ocean, Have A Great Longing To See It. I Who Had Never Been Away From The Monotonous Country Surrounding Us Looked Forward Eagerly To Seeing The Mountains.

I Do Not Exactly Remember At What Period I Started My Museum Which Absorbed So Much Of My Time.

My Books Were Always Full Of Ink Blots, Always Stained And Covered With Smeared Sketches And Pictures, Which One Draws Idly When His Attention Wanders From His Task.

My Sister And My Brother, Of Whom I Have Not Spoken Before, Were Considerably Older Than I; It Seemed Almost As If We Belonged To Different Generations.

If By Chance I Seated Myself To Write, She Very Slyly, Very Tenderly, Seeking Protection And Caresses, Would Softly Take Her Place On My Knee And Follow The Comings And Goings Of My Pen - Sometimes Effacing, With An Unintentional Stroke Of Her Paw, Lines Of Whose Tenor She Disapproved.