House-Mates

Excerpt from House-Mates

And now that 'i want so much for a time to find dis traction from the horror of recent events, I have decided to attempt some account of my experience  just for my own satisfaction and, perhaps, as a sort of note for future reference. It will amuse me to plunge back into the past and follow again the development that was taking place when Fate casually and yet with an air of fastidious pre cision popped me into the incubator of 73 Keppel Street. (good Lord, what a house that was!) And to do that I must, to some extent, trace the steady process that was going on underneath the neat shell which any friend of my earlier period would unhesitatingly have declared to repte sent the actual Wilfred Hornby. I must search the uncer tain diary of my memory for any indications of growth that were marked at the time by the little glimmer of recording consciousness which seems at the last analysis to be the thing I recognise as my personality.