\"Olove，love，love！
Loveislikeadizziness，ItwinnaletabodyGangaboothisbusiness。\"
Iwaswretchedawayfromher，andonlylesswretchedinherpresence。Thespecialcauseofmywoewasthis：IwassimplyalittleboytoMissGlentworth。Iknewit。Ibewailedit。Igroundmyteethandweptinsecretoverthefact。IfIhadbeenaughtelseinhereyeswouldshehavesmoothedmyhairsocarelessly，sendinganelectricshockthroughmywholesystem？
Wouldshehavewalkedwithme，handinhand，forhoursintheoldgarden，andoncewhenIlayonthesofa，myheadachingwithloveandmortification，wouldshehavestoopeddownandkissedmeifIhadn’tbeenalittleboy？HowIdespisedlittleboys！HowIhatedoneparticularlittleboy—toolittletobeloved！
Ismileoverthisverygrimlyevennow。Mysorrowwasgenuineandbitter。Itisagreatmistakeonthepartofelderlypeople，maleandfemale，totellachildthatheisseeinghishappiestdays。Don’tyoubelieveawordofit，mylittlefriend。Theburdensofchildhoodareashardtobearasthecrossesthatweighusdownlaterinlife，whilethehappinessesofchildhoodaretamecomparedwiththoseofourmatureryears。Andevenifthiswerenotso，itisrankcrueltytothrowshadowsovertheyoungheartbycroaking，\"Bemerry，forto—morrowyoudie！\"