"Soon after I arrived I began to wet bed. A disgusting crime. Night after night I prayed, with a fervor never previously attained in my prayers, ‘Please God, do not let me wet my bed! Oh, please God, do not let me wet my bed!’, but it made remarkably little difference. [...] The grim statuesque matron, Margaret by name, arrived in the dormitory specially to inspect my bed. She pulled back the clothes, then drew herself up, and the dreaded words seemed to come rolling out of her like a peal of thunder: " Report yourself to the Headmaster after breakfast!" [...] He knew, of ourse, why I had been sent to him, and had already taken a bone-handled riding-crop out of the cupboard ... [...] ... he read me a short but pompous lecture, then seized me by the scruff of the neck and began beating me. [...] It was possible, therefore, to commit a sin without knowing that you committed it, without wanting to commit it, and without being able to avoid it. [...] This was the great, abiding lesson of my boyhood: that I was in a world where it was not possible for me to be good." Only came up to min 20....bookmarking...
Posted on: Tue, 25 Jun 2013 21:52:22 +0000
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