He was, it is true, generally reputed clever, and fools were afraid of him: but as he actively interfered with no man's pretensions, so no man thought it necessary to call him a blockhead.

At present, therefore, it was quietly and naturally that his mind was working its legitimate way to its destiny of exertion.

He began idly and carelessly to note down his thoughts and impressions; what was once put on the paper, begot new matter; his ideas became more lucid to himself; and the page grew a looking-glass, which presented the likeness of his own features.

He began by writing with rapidity, and without method.

He had no object but to please himself, and to find a vent for an overcharged spirit; and, like most writings of the young, the matter was egotistical.