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.
Paraphrases from An Autobiography of Anthony Trollope.