All this frightened me, and made me even more reserved than I should have been naturally.
"In my letters to you I began to venture for the first time to speak of things which were making my life restless.

I did little more than hint my opinions; I wonder, in looking back, that I had the courage to do even that.

But I already knew that your mind was broader and richer than mine, and I suppose I caught with a certain desperation at the chance of being understood.

It was the first opportunity I had ever had of discussing intellectual things.

With my aunt I had never ventured to discuss anything; I reverenced her too much for that; she spoke, and I received all she said.