And besides fishing there was reading.
I’ve exaggerated if I’ve given the impression that fishing was the ONLY thing I cared about. Fishiainly came first, but reading was a good sed. I must have beeher ten or eleven when I started reading—reading voluntarily, I mean. At that age it’s like disc a new world. I’m a siderable reader even now, in fact there aren’t many weeks in which I don’t get through a couple of novels. I’m what you might call the typical Boots Library subscriber, I always fall for the best-seller of the moment (The Good panions, Bengal Lancer, Hatter’s Castle—I fell for every one of them), and I’ve been a member of the Left Book Club for a year or more. And in 1918, when I was twenty-five, I had a sort of debauch of reading that made a certain differeo my outlook. But nothing is ever like those first years when you suddenly discover that you open a penny weekly paper and pluraight into thieves’ kits and ese opium dens and Po……（内容加载失败！）
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