All Summer in a Day: An Autobiographical Fantasia

All Summer in a Day: An Autobiographical Fantasia

All Summer in a Day: An Autobiographical Fantasia

All Summer in a Day: An Autobiographical Fantasia

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"Come, I will sing you some low, sleepy tune,
Not cheerful, nor yet sad; some dull old thing,
Some outworn and unused monotony.
. . . Have I forgot the words?
Faith! They are sadder than I thought they were.

. . . . . . .

Listen to the passing bell!
It says thou and I must part,
With a light and a heavy heart."

THESE words seem to me to epitomise all that I have tried to express in this book. I have called it an Autobiographical Fantasia, and such is the spirit in which it should be read.

Without undue flattery to my twenty years of conscious experience I may say that I am sure these have yielded tangible and personal memories enough for more than one volume, did I wish to write a conventional Autobiography replete with little anecdotes and every kind of malice that I could arrive at. Of possessing such ambition I hope I am acquitted in this book. I have chosen but one or two ghosts from my cupboard, brightly glittering ones by preference, whom I have dangled in the light for a few moments before I put them back in their dark corner. Some day, perhaps, I may open both cupboard-doors, dusting and brushing at least a few of the ghosts, before it is time to put them away. Here, in these pages, it has been naturally the oldest and most ragged that have required attention, lest they came to pieces and were useless, and so I have stretched into distant corners to see what I could bring to light.

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