I was at that time like a fledgling swallow living high up in a niche in the eaves, who from time to time peeps out over the top of its nest with its little bright eyes.
I do not exactly remember at what period I started my museum which absorbed so much of my time.
Started My Time Remember
My sister and my brother, of whom I have not spoken before, were considerably older than I; it seemed almost as if we belonged to different generations.
I Different Than
Often, before returning home, I would take a long and roundabout way and pass by the peaceful ramparts from where I had glimpses of other provinces, and a sight of the distant country.
Sight Had Distant
Painting and music were the only things I worked at industriously and faithfully.
My emotions lose their force when I endeavor to interpret them, and my words seem very inept.
Endeavor Their Words
It seems to me that it will be very wearisome to be a man.
My books were always full of ink blots, always stained and covered with smeared sketches and pictures, which one draws idly when his attention wanders from his task.
Pictures Always Books
And all around is the desert; a corner of the mournful kingdom of sand.
Mournful Desert Around
Egypt, the Egypt of antiquity, at a later time, exercised a mysterious fascination over me. I recognized a picture of it immediately, without hesitation and astonishment, in an illustrated magazine.
Fascination I Exercised
I am surprised that I cannot recall whether my desire to become a minister transformed itself into a wish to lead the more militant life of missionary, by a slow process or suddenly.
More Itself Slow Process
The moon of a bright silver, which dazzles by its shining, illumines a world which surely is no longer ours; for it resembles in nothing what may be seen in other lands.
Ours Lands May