Only a few months remained before I was to matriculate for the University, yet I was making such good progress that I felt no , and even took a pleasure in my studies. I kept in good heart, and learnt my lessons fluently and intelligently. The I had selected was the mathematical one—probably, to tell the truth, because the terms “tangent,” “differentials,” “integrals,” and so , pleased my fancy.  
Though and broad-shouldered, I was shorter than Woloda, while my ugliness of face still remained and me as much as ever. By way of compensation, I tried to appear original. Yet one thing comforted me, namely, that Papa had said that I had “an INTELLIGENT face.” I quite believed him.
 
St. Jerome was not only satisfied with me, but actually had taken to praising me. Consequently, I had now ceased to hate him. In fact, when, one day, he said that, with my “capacities” and my “intellect,” it would be for me............