"No, sir."
"But what are you, a student?"
"Yes, sir."
"In which branch?"
"Medicine."
"Good! Very good. You may go now."
I would willingly have been anything to have escaped becoming a soldier, and so be obliged to live in barracks, eat mess, and parade.
TO VALENCIA
I failed in both June and September during the fourth year of my course, which was a mere matter of luck, as I neither applied myself more nor less than in previous years.
In the meantime my father had been transferred to Valencia, whither it seemed wise that I should remove to continue my studies.