I often went off to play with my comrades, and left him by himself in the library.
The temper of the young Corsican was not improved by the teasing he frequently experienced from his comrades, who were fond of ridiculing him about his Christian name Napoleon and his country.

He often said to me, "I will do these French all the mischief I can;" and when I tried to pacify him he would say, "But you do not ridicule me; you like me." Father Patrauld, our mathematical professor, was much attached to Bonaparte.

He was justly proud of him as a pupil.

The other professors, in whose classes he was not distinguished, took little notice of him.
He had no taste for the study of languages, polite literature, or the arts.

As there were no indications of his ever becoming a scholar, the pedants of the establishment were inclined to think him stupid.