I sa t time?? 1887 or 1888???I e except t I  book t ilde  yet publis meeting, reviee its vagueness of intention, and tness of its speec qualification; and alked about it, and no my Xmas dinner  I was alone in London.

    renounced een, and even turned backo dress very carefully in t. tle  C tect God oo ler. te, no cupboard door  gold, no peacock blue, no dark background. I remember vaguely a ler etc in to , except for a diamond?sable under a terra cotta statuette, and I to a little above tatuette. It  in its unity,  of a feely, and I remember t t iful e artistic composition.

    tributing ceristics like o ry: e Irisoo poetical to be poets; ion of brilliant failures, but est talkers since to tence: Sc cerises modern t, but  invented it. t ; to quot;melanc;  ed a full sound at tence, and I t it no excuse and an example of t spoilt ing for me. Only ale,  enougo le ear.  as  hinking myself fool or dunce.

    tered tellect of every man ell ories and compared my art of story?telling to ing in ty talent, t, a young journalist fres sten? and old t it salent, infirmity genius. tle too yello become fasood travagence ell tle boy a fairy story, and I  got as far as Once upon a time t  of to t afflicts terary gossip for some provincial ne paid me a fe ing literary gossip leman. to be compared to ime pleasantly, I  been greatly perturbed opped me  a long story? as ainly  and man of t ed ty. One form of success  discovered  for ing comedy, yet I t t moment of alker  of aneity.