The beautiful spring came and when Nature resumes her loveliness the human soul is apt to revive also.
But I now entered on my fifteenth year - a sad epoch in the life of a slave...
I have a bit of a rebellious nature.
The priesthood is a marriage. People often start by falling in love and they go on for years without realizing that love must change into some other love which is so unlike it that it can hardly be recognized as love at all.
