speed itup,
others slow it down; occasionally, it seems to gomissing—until the eventual point when it really does gomissing, never to return.
I‘m not very interested in my schooldays, and don‘t feel anynostalgia for them. But school is where it all began, so I needto return briefly to a few incidents that have grown intoanecdotes, to some approximate memories which time hasdeformed into certainty. If I can‘t be sure of the actual eventsany more, I can at least be true to the impressions those factsleft. That‘s the best I can manage.