Being fourteen I had one foot in childhood still, and one foot in womanhood. At the little nuns’ school I attended I was not indifferent to the boys that lurched past the school gates at the close of lessons, indeed I seem to remember thinking a sort of music rose from them, a sort of human noise that I did not understand. How I heard music arising from such rough forms I do not know at this distance. But such is the magician- ship of girls, that they can transform mere clay into large and classic ideas.
