My Birthright
I had to steal my own birthright. I stole it and was bitterly punished. But I saved my soul alive.
XII — The Enfant Terrible of Literature
Myself
I am the enfant terrible of literature and science. If I cannot, and I know I cannot, get the literary and scientific big-wigs to give me a shilling, I can, and I know I can, heave bricks into the middle of them.