It ought to have been more disconcerting.
For, pursuing the image of the cast-away blundering upon the complications of an unknown scheme of life, it was I, the castaway, who was the savage, the simple innocent child of nature.

Those people were obviously more civilized than I was.

They had more rites, more ceremonies, more complexity in their sensations, more knowledge of evil, more varied meanings to the subtle phrases of their language.

Naturally! I was still so young! And yet I assure you, that just then I lost all sense of inferiority.

And why?
Of course the carelessness and the ignorance of youth had something to do with that.