“
So I became a school-teacher, and went down to Croydon, London, to teach boys in an elementary school, at ninety pounds a year. I hated it: I am no teacher. I wrote in the evenings, but never looked on myself as a writer. There was a burning sort of pleasure in writing: and Miriam loved everything I wrote. I never showed anything to my mother. She would have had an amused feeling about it all, and have felt sceptical. To this day, my family is annoyed that I write unpleasant books that nobody really wants to read: certainly they don’t, although they work through them, I suppose, because they still “love” me so dearly: me, the brother Bertie, not the embarrassing D. H. Lawrence. 去书内
”

  • 用户675098 用户675098

    i hated the job which is being a teacher in an elementary school because i thought i am noy a teacher.i never gave what i had written to my mother and my family always complianted me about what i wrote was sonething people did not want to read

    2023-04-24 喜欢(0) 回复(0)

相关话题

收藏了本书的圈子