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THE TREE OF KNOWLEDGE

schooled. I would do the Spanish gait, the trot and change of feet in time to the music.
`Right knee, left rein! Left knee, right rein!' Charpentier would cry.
Then one day he said to me:
`That's all right. You're a horseman.'

At eight I was entered in the junior Lycee at Elbeuf. This was a miniature college, an annex of the Lycee of Rouen. The classes were small in number, ten or twelve pupils at most, but for that very reason the pupils did excellent work. Our masters had time to give individual attention to each one of us; and they had, like so many French teachers, a passion for their profession. My master in the sixth form, Monsieur Kittel, was a tall, thin, bald, emotional man who had married a rich woman and taught by vocation and not from necessity. He loved to correct exercises, and he insisted that we fold our papers lengthwise and write on only one half the page. The other half he himself would cover in a long sloping hand that looked like him. Thursdays he would take his pupils out bicycling and would treat them to strawberries and cream at one of the neighbouring farms and would quote verses from Virgil or La Fontaine in description of the country through which we passed.
It was Kittel who first said to me that I might some day write books. I was not more than ten years old; he had given us as an exercise: The Story of a Cane. This cane, cut in the woods of St. Pierre, was supposed to write its own memoirs. I no longer remember what sort of life I invented for it, but I do recall having composed with facility a long account which he read aloud to the class.
Another `narrative' whose subject has remained with me all my life as a memory and a kind of warning was The Ring of Polycrates. Polycrates, tyrant of Samos, having succeeded in all his projects and fearing that the gods may become jealous of him, decides to sacrifice a ring of which he is very fond and throw it into the sea. Next day a fisherman, cutting open a fish he has just caught, finds the ring and returns it to the tyrant. The latter, terrified, believes that the time of misfortune is upon him, and presently indeed he is vanquished, ruined, banished, and dies. This edifying story troubled me.
`But,' I said to Kittel, `since he sacrificed the ring, the gods should have allowed him to continue in his happiness ...'

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