I got sick of it, and left at sixteen, and of course the idiots at home--I mean the foolish people--let me have my own way.

I'm not clever, you know, and I didn't get on well at school.

They used to say I could do much better if I liked, and perhaps it was more laziness than stupidity, though I don't care for books--I wish I did.

I've had lots of friends, but I never keep them for very long.

I don't know whether it's their fault or mine.