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Excerpt from Myself When Young: ConfessionsNor, though you will be the richer by nine and eight pence, will you be any less the victim of self-criticism, should you catch the from Warren Street. As you pull wearily up the North End Road, you will be assailed by all those arguments that, had you stayed, you would in the taxi have exposed to high derision.About the PublisherForgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.comThis book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.

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If the majority of one’s friends live in Kensington and Bloomsbury, andif one is fond of going out to parties in the evening, then one shouldlive somewhere midway between these two extremities of charm andculture. With the acceptance of each fresh invitation, I am ledincreasingly to appreciate that there is no stronger deterrent to one’senjoyment of an evening than the knowledge that one has at the end of itto get to Golders Green. However agreeable the company, however profusethe hospitality, there must always come that moment when one is forcedto weigh the expense of a taxi against the degree of entertainmentlikely to be derived from a refusal to be disturbed by the sirens of thelast tube.It is twenty-five minutes past twelve; in thirteen minutes the shuttersof Warren Street Station will be down. You rise from your cushionedcomfort. You inform your hostess that it is very late, that you are verybusy just now, that you have to be up early in the morning, that youreally feel that the time has come. But you rarely complete yourexplanations. “Oh, but no, really; must you?” she says. “Surely you canstay a little longer. I’m expecting ‘so-and-so’ and ‘so-and-so’ anymoment now. They promised faithfully they would come. They’ll befrightfully disappointed if they find you have gone.” Your vanity arraysitself before your prudence. You remind yourself that a taxi will onlycost ten shillings; you consider with what speed, with the writing ofhow few extra words you will be able to earn that sum next morning; youremember a copy-book platitude about a ship and a small amount of tar;you vacillate; and whichever way you decide, eventually you will come toregret your choice. If you stay it is more than likely that the ownersof the distinguished names that were dangled as a bait in front of youwill never come at all; or, if they do, they will arrive exhausted fromsome previous entertainment, and will sit silent and unapproachable in acorner. There is a strong probability that the last syphon will bediscovered to be finished. Certainly by half-past one you will be in nohumour to exchange with the taxi-driver those formalities of reluctanceand solicitation that are forced on everyone who lives north of theMarlborough Road.Wearily will you say to him “145 North End Road.” “Fulham?” will be hisanswer. “Golders Green,” will you snap back at him. “Oh, sir!” and hewill tell you how late it is, how cold he is, and that he has got to getback to Balham or Brixton or Upper Clapton. One day I think I shall say“Fulham” for the mere pleasure of learning that taximeter cabriolets canbe parked at Barnet or Finchley or St Albans. In the end, as always, youassure him that you will make it worth his while; and as you sink backinto the ill-sprung, ill-cushioned seat you wonder what folly has

This work has been selected by scholars as being culturally important, and is part of the knowledge base of civilization as we know it. This work was reproduced from the original artifact, and remains as true to the original work as possible. Therefore, you will see the original copyright references, library stamps (as most of these works have been housed in our most important libraries around the world), and other notations in the work.This work is in the public domain in the United States of America, and possibly other nations. Within the United States, you may freely copy and distribute this work, as no entity (individual or corporate) has a copyright on the body of the work.As a reproduction of a historical artifact, this work may contain missing or blurred pages, poor pictures, errant marks, etc. Scholars believe, and we concur, that this work is important enough to be preserved, reproduced, and made generally available to the public. We appreciate your support of the preservation process, and thank you for being an important part of keeping this knowledge alive and relevant.

Excerpt from Myself When Young: ConfessionsNor, though you will be the richer by nine and eight pence, will you be any less the victim of self-criticism, should you catch the from Warren Street. As you pull wearily up the North End Road, you will be assailed by all those arguments that, had you stayed, you would in the taxi have exposed to high derision.About the PublisherForgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.comThis book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.

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