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maples were still in their places, and so were the deans & the President. there were a good many celebrated persons on the various faculties and among the students there seemed to be a good bit of talent and self assurance. I had no assurances and was aware of no talents; moreover, I was ashamed of my sheltered life and I rapidly developed an exaggerated respect for the classmates whom I fancied to be less privileged than I, and longed to have been born in the [goethe?] which I thought of as the cradle of all that was real and authentic. Fortunately, the professor who gave courses in novel writing at that time did not think of localizing [??] in one quarter of the city rather than in another, or of associating literary vitality with [??] They simply read the students contributions aloud to the class, asked for comment and offered tough and useful criticism. It all turned out to be great fun and I learned a