I worked while nursing and bringing up my daughter. I completed my education, very much developed in certain matters, very insufficient in others.
Then, one day, after some insignificant literary attempts, revolted at the insults Proudhon had thrown at Daniel Stern and George Sand in his book, La Justice dans la Révolution, I wrote my Anti-Proudhonian Ideas, and my real literary life began, with the record of which I shall some day continue these memoirs.
FOOTNOTES:
[A] This friend Charles was a professor in the boys’ boarding-school opposite my grandparents’ house.
[B] My three aunts all lived till past eighty years of age. Anastasie, the youngest, said to me in her last illness: “My niece, pray do not defend me from death. I do not like your epoch.”
[C] The final syllable only is correct.
TRANSCRIBER’S NOTES:
Obvious typographical errors have been corrected.
Inconsistencies in hyphenation have been standardized.