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Eve Drewelowe's journals, volumes II-III, 1950s
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At this time of my life I was not familiar with the jingle, - "A wise old owl lived in an oak, The more he saw the less he spoke, The less he spoke the more he heard Now wasn't he a wise old bird?" - but it may be cited here as being apt, particularly for gaining information [note - some pencil editing here]. I feel rather a sympathetic kinship for the wise old owl in that I always have preferred to sit back and observe the animation about me, and listen to my fellows rather than to take the initiative in a conversation. I have been more than willing to have others perform so that I might note efforts unmolestedly. As for the reading that went forward at the table after meals, and the few stolen moments, the [illegible] after the evening repast, and the few odd moments which occurred so rarely that they scarce bear mentioning - it was quite without direction. I read avariciously without method or reason. Everything that was print that the small hands could reach became grist for the mill of the undeveloped mind. "The Old Curiosity Shop" was a great favourite. Black Beauty, Les Miserables The Horatio Alger
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At this time of my life I was not familiar with the jingle, - "A wise old owl lived in an oak, The more he saw the less he spoke, The less he spoke the more he heard Now wasn't he a wise old bird?" - but it may be cited here as being apt, particularly for gaining information [note - some pencil editing here]. I feel rather a sympathetic kinship for the wise old owl in that I always have preferred to sit back and observe the animation about me, and listen to my fellows rather than to take the initiative in a conversation. I have been more than willing to have others perform so that I might note efforts unmolestedly. As for the reading that went forward at the table after meals, and the few stolen moments, the [illegible] after the evening repast, and the few odd moments which occurred so rarely that they scarce bear mentioning - it was quite without direction. I read avariciously without method or reason. Everything that was print that the small hands could reach became grist for the mill of the undeveloped mind. "The Old Curiosity Shop" was a great favourite. Black Beauty, Les Miserables The Horatio Alger
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