And I got so, so sick of sitting for photographs.

I sat every year for five years, trying to satisfy that insatiable organization.

Then at last I rose in revolt.
I could endure my oppressions no longer.

I pulled my fortitude together and tore off my chains, and was a free man again, and happy.

From that day I burned the secretary's fat envelopes the moment they arrived, and by and by they ceased to come.
Well, in the sociable frankness of that night in Bendigo I brought this all out in full confession.