It Is With The Approach Of Winter

Painting And Music Were The Only Things I Worked At Industriously And Faithfully.

My Emotions Lose Their Force When I Endeavor To Interpret Them, And My Words Seem Very Inept.

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.

Egypt, The Egypt Of Antiquity, At A Later Time, Exercised A Mysterious Fascination Over Me. I Recognized A Picture Of It Immediately, Without Hesitation And Astonishment, In An Illustrated Magazine.

I Still Have In My Memory, Almost Agonizing Impressions Of A Serious Illness Which I Had When I Was About Eight Years Old. Those About Me Called It Scarlet Fever, And Its Very Name Seemed To Have A Diabolical Quality.