As a boy, even as a child, I was thrown

much upon myself.  During my school days it came to

pass that other boys would not play with me. I

was therefore alone, and had to form my plays within

myself.  Play of some kind was necessary for me then,

as it has been.  I could not please myself by

being all idle.  Thus it came to pass that I

was always going about with some castle in the air

firmly built within my mind.  For weeks, for months on

end, I would develop a continuous tale within my head.

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Paraphrases from An Autobiography of Anthony Trollope.

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