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        And besides fishere was reading.

        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 disc a    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 differeo 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 rag ones. I suppose if my parents tle better educated I’d , Dis 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 aon Blake seem to be still t, if I’m remembering rigarted about 1905. till rat C arted about 1903,    remember its exaame—e    a boy at sco give aimes. If I noopus and a cuttle-fis position of bell-metal, t’s w from.

        Joe never read.    t are uo read ten lines secutively. 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 voloes 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 pla to lie on, and a sort of plastery smell mixed up    over to lie tig out of ter. I    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 ti beads. I’m t I’m Donovan tless. t pitt, and ts of terious ors on a in box under my camp bed. In ts all round    teet and skin ing td sainfoin and tery smell, and I’m up t’s bliss, pure bliss.
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