think of me as an older person； an“authority”； and when I speak of my own youth what I say bees unreal to you—for the young can't believe in the youth of their fathers。 But perhaps this little bit will be understandable if I put it in writing。
When I was your age I lived with a great dream。 The dream grew and I learned how to speak of it and make people listen。 Then the dream divided one day when I decided to marry your mother after all； even though I knew she was spoiled and meant no good to me。 I was sorry immediately I had married her but； being patient in those days； made the best of it and got to love her in another way。 You came along and for a long time we made quite a lot of happiness out of our lives。 But I was a man divided—she wanted me to work too much for her and