Today I detest even the picture of a Hereford cow. I loathe their white-washed faces, for I have ridden behind them, with eight of my own drovers, for six months, 1,000 miles as the route went but some 3,000 as I rode it
“It was accepted by this time at school that I was a writer; and I accepted it simply, too, without thinking about it.”
He had his happy times and I think those periods were usually associated with absolute freedom from responsibility and full expression of his genius. He hated to be tied down
“David’s appearance of whiteness, fairness, dazzled himself.” He was so sure of his own rightness that anyone who opposed him must therefore be evil.
