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I Roused Myself From The Book Which I Was Dreaming Over Rather Than Reading, And Left My Chambers To Meet The Cool Night Air In The Suburbs.

Yes! The Books - The Generous Friends Who Met Me Without Suspicion - The Merciful Masters Who Never Used Me Ill! The Only Years Of My Life That I Can Look Back On With Something Like Pride... Early And Late, Through The Long Winter Nights And The Quiet Summer Days, I Drank At The Fountain Of Knowledge, And Never Wearied Of The Draught.

The Horrid Mystery Hanging Over Us In This House Gets Into My Head Like Liquor, And Makes Me Wild.

Men Little Know When They Say Hard Things To Us How Well We Remember Them, And How Much Harm They Do Us.

The Law Will Argue Any Thing, With Any Body Who Will Pay The Law For The Use Of Its Brains And Its Time.