![]() ![]() ![]() A few impressions stand out vividly from the first years of my life but "the shadows of the prison-house are on the rest." Besides, many of the joys and sorrows of childhood have lost their poignancy and many incidents of vital importance in my early education have been forgotten in the excitement of great discoveries. The woman paints the child's experiences in her own fantasy. When I try to classify my earliest impressions, I find that fact and fancy look alike across the years that link the past with the present. The task of writing an autobiography is a difficult one. I have, as it were, a superstitious hesitation in lifting the veil that clings about my childhood like a golden mist. It is with a kind of fear that I begin to write the history of my life. ![]()
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