1/23 CHAPTER SIX. I believe I must have acted in it in the nursery--at least the scenes I have in my mind appeared to me to be tragic at the time, although it was not of my own will that I participated in them. The occasions, for instance, when I was stood in the corner for misconduct at table, or thrashed by my big brother for my "cheek," or dosed with castor oil by the doctor for "mulligrubs," all stand out in my memory as tragic, and no doubt prepared me to appreciate tragedy later on as a fine art. Tragedy dogged my footsteps and marked me for her own from the first. I was bullied; that was bad enough. |