The separation has not made the impression on me, that other separations have.

I try in vain to recall how I felt about it, and what its circumstances were; but it is not momentous in my recollection.

I suppose the opening prospect confused me.

I know that my juvenile experiences went for little or nothing then; and that life was more like a great fairy story, which I was just about to begin to read, than anything else.
MY aunt and I had held many grave deliberations on the calling to which I should be devoted.

For a year or more I had endeavoured to find a satisfactory answer to her often-repeated question, 'What I would like to be ?' But I had no particular liking, that I could discover, for anything.