I had various women friends on whom I would call towards five oclock, mainly to discuss my thoughts that I could n to a man without meeting some peting thought, but partly because their tea & toast saved my pennies for the bus ride home; but with women, apart from their intimate exges of thought, I was timid and abashed. I was sitting on a seat in front of the British Museum feeding pigeons, when a couple of girls sat near and begaig my pigeons away, laughing and whispering to one another, and I looked straight in front of me, very indignant, and presently went into the Museum without turning my head towards them. Sihen I have often wondered if they were pretty or merely very young. Sometimes I told myself very adventurous love stories with myself for hero, and at other times I planned out a life of lonely austerity, and at other times mixed the ideals and planned a life of lonely austerity mitigated by periodical lapses. I had still the ambition, formed in Sligo in my teens, of living in imitation ……（内容加载失败！）
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