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sked me how I felt about these memories； I should have said that there were certain street names； certain mental images of obscure London； which made me wretched as often as they came before me； but； in truth； it is a very long time since I was moved to any sort of bitterness by that retrospect of things hard and squalid。 Now； owning all the misery of it in parison with what should have been； I find that part of life interesting and pleasant to look back upon……greatly more so than many subsequent times； when I lived amid decencies and had enough to eat。 Some day I will go to London； and spend a day or two amid the dear old horrors。 Some of the places； I know； have disappeared。 I see the winding way by which I went from Oxford Street； at the foot of Tottenham Court Road； to Leicester Square； and； somewhere in the labyrinth （I think of it as always foggy and gas…lit） was a shop which had pies and puddings in the window； puddings and pies kept hot by steam rising through perforated metal。 How many a time have I stood there； raging with hunger； unable to purchase even one pennyworth of food！ The shop and the street have long since vanished； does any man remember them so feelingly as I？ But I think most of my haunts are still in existence： to tread again those pavements； to look at those grimy doorways and purblind windows； would affect me strangely。
I see that alley hidden on the west side of Tottenham Court Road； where； after living in a back bedroom on the top floor； I had to exchange for the front cellar； there was a difference； if I remember rightly； of sixpence a week； and sixpence； in those days； was a very great consideration……why； it meant a couple of meals。 （I once FOUND sixpence in the street； and had an exultation which is vivid in me at this moment。） The front cellar was stone…floored； its furniture was a table； a chair； a wash…stand； and a bed； the window； which of course had never been cleaned since it was put in； received light through a flat grating in the alley above。 Here I lived； here I WROTE。 Yes； 〃literary work〃 was done at that filthy deal table； on which； by the bye； lay my Homer； my Shakespeare； and the few other books I then possessed。 At night； as I lay in bed； I used to hear the tramp； tramp of a posse of policemen who passed along the alley on their way to relieve guard； their heavy feet sometimes sounded on the grating above my window。
I recall a tragi…ical incident of life at the British Museum。 Once； on going down into the lavatory to wash my hands； I became aware of a notice newly set up above the row of basins。 It ran somehow thus： 〃Readers are requested to bear in mind that these basins are to be used only for casual ablutions。〃 Oh； the significance of that inscription！ Had I not myself； more than once； been glad to use this soap and water more largely than the sense of the authorities contemplated？ And there were poor fellows working under the great dome whose need； in this respect； was greater than mine。 I laughed heartily at the notice； but it meant so much。
Some of my abodes I have utterly forgotten； for one reason or another； I was always moving……an easy matter when all my possessions lay in one small trunk。 Sometimes the people of the house were intolerable。 In those days I was not fastidious； and I seldom had any but the slightest intercourse with those who dwelt under the same roof； yet it happened now and then that I was driven away by human proximity which passed my endurance。 In other cases I had to flee from pestilential conditions。 How I escaped mortal illness in some of those places （miserably fed as I always was； and always over…working myself） is a great mystery。 The worst that befell me was a slight attack of diphtheria……traceable； I imagine； to the existence of a dust…bin UNDER THE STAIRCASE。 When I spoke of the matter to my landlady； she was at first astonished； then wrathful； and my departure was expedited with many insults。
On the whole； however； I had nothing much to plain of except my poverty。 You cannot expect great fort in London for four…and… sixpence a week……the most I ever could pay for a 〃furnished room with attendance〃 in those days of pretty stern apprenticeship。 And I was easily satisfied； I wanted only a little walled space in which I could seclude myself； free from external annoyance。 Certain forts of civilized life I ceased even to regret； a stair…carpet I regarded as rather extravagant； and a carpet on the floor of my room was luxury undreamt of。 My sleep was sound； I have passed nights of dreamless repose on beds which it would now make my bones ache only to look at。 A door that locked； a fire in winter； a pipe of tobacco……these were things essential； and； granted these； I have been often richly contented in the squalidest garret。 One such lodging is often in my memory； it was at Islington； not far from the City Road； my window looked upon the Regent's Canal。 As often as I think of it； I recall what was perhaps the worst London fog I ever knew； for three successive days； at least； my lamp had to be kept burning； when I looked through the window； I saw； at moments； a few blurred lights in the street beyond the Canal； but for the most part nothing but a yellowish darkness； which caused the glass to reflect the firelight and my own face。 Did I feel miserable？ Not a bit of it。 The enveloping gloom seemed to make my chimney…corner only the more cosy。 I had coals； oil； tobacco in sufficient quantity； I had a book to read； I had work which interested me； so I went forth only to get my meals at a City Road coffee…shop； and hastened back to the fireside。 Oh； my ambitions； my hopes！ How surprised and indignant I should have felt had I known of any one who pitied me！
Nature took revenge now and then。 In winter time I had fierce sore throats； sometimes acpanied by long and savage headaches。 Doctoring； of course； never occurred to me； I just locked my door； and； if I felt very bad indeed； went to bed……to lie there； without food or drink； till I was able to look after myself again。 I could never ask from a landlady anything which was not in our bond； and only once or twice did I receive spontaneous offer of help。 Oh； it is wonderful to think of all that youth can endure！ What a poor feeble wretch I now seem to myself； when I remember thirty years ago！
XI
Would I live it over again； that life of the garret and the cellar？ Not with the assurance of fifty years' contentment such as I now enjoy to follow upon it！ With man's infinitely pathetic power of resignation； one sees the thing on its better side； forgets all the worst of it； makes out a case for the resolute optimist。 Oh； but the waste of energy； of zeal； of youth！ In another mood； I could shed tears over that spectacle of rare vitality condemned to sordid strife。 The pity of it！ And……if our conscience mean anything at all……the bitter wrong！
Without seeking for Utopia； think what a man's youth might be。 I suppose not one in every thousand uses half the possibilities of natural joy and delightful effort which lie in those years between seventeen and seven…and…twenty。 All but all men have to look back upon beginnings of life deformed and discoloured by necessity； accident； wantonness。 If a young man avoid the grosser pitfalls； if he keep his eye fixed steadily on what is called the main chance； if； without flagrant selfishness； he prudently subdue every interest to his own （by 〃interest〃 understanding only material good）； he is putting his youth to profit； he is an exemplar and a subject of pride。 I doubt whether； in our civilization； any other ideal is easy of pursuit by the youngster face to face with life。 It is the only course altogether safe。 Yet pare it with what might be； if men respected manhood； if human reason were at the service of human happiness。 Some few there are who can look back upon a boyhood of natural delights； followed by a decade or so of fine energies honourably put to use； blended therewith； perhaps； a memory of joy so exquisite that it tunes all life unto the end； they are almost as rare as poets。 The vast majority think not of their youth at all； or； glancing backward； are unconscious of lost opportunity； unaware of degradation suffered。 Only by contrast with this thick…witted multitude can I pride myself upon my youth of endurance and of bat。 I had a goal before me； and not the goal of the average man。 Even when pinched with hunger； I did not abandon my purposes； which were of the mind。 But contrast that starved lad in his slum lodging with any fair conception of intelligent and zealous youth； and one feels that a dose of swift poison would have been the right remedy for such squalid ills。
XII
As often as I survey my bookshelves I am reminded of Lamb's 〃ragged veterans。〃 Not that all my volumes came from the second…hand stall； many of them were neat enough in new covers； some were even stately in fragrant bindings； when they passed into my hands。 But so often have I removed； so rough has been the treatment of my little library at each change of place； and； to tell the truth； so little care have I given to its well…being at normal times （for in all practical matters I am idle and inept）； that even the eliest of my books show the results of unfair usage。 More than one has been foully injured by a grea