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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[ [gutter?]] 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 reality in one quarter of the city rather than in another, or of associating literary vitality either with barely thorough or with ?ungling 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