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    Chapter 9

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    HOW I PREPARED MYSELF FOR THE EXAMINATIONS

    On the Thursday in Easter week Papa, my sister, Katenka, and Mimi
    went away into the country, and no one remained in my
    grandmother's great house but Woloda, St. Jerome, and myself. The
    frame of mind which I had experienced on the day of my confession
    and during my subsequent expedition to the monastery had now
    completely passed away, and left behind it only a dim, though
    pleasing, memory which daily became more and more submerged by
    the impressions of this emancipated existence.

    The folio endorsed "Rules of My Life" lay concealed beneath a
    pile of school-books. Although the idea of the possibility of
    framing rules, for every occasion in my life and always letting
    myself be guided by them still pleased me (since it appeared an
    idea at once simple and magnificent, and I was determined to make
    practical application of it), I seemed somehow to have forgotten
    to put it into practice at once, and kept deferring doing so
    until such and such a moment. At the same time, I took pleasure
    in the thought that every idea which now entered my head could be
    allotted precisely to one or other of my three sections of tasks
    and duties--those for or to God, those for or to my neighbour, and
    those for or to myself. "I can always refer everything to them,"
    I said to myself, "as well as the many, many other ideas which
    occur to me on one subject or another." Yet at this period I
    often asked myself, "Was I better and more truthful when I only
    believed in the power of the human intellect, or am I more so
    now, when I am losing the faculty of developing that power, and
    am in doubt both as to its potency and as to its importance?" To
    this I could return no positive answer.

    The sense of freedom, combined with the spring-like feeling of
    vague expectation to which I have referred already, so unsettled
    me that I could not keep myself in hand--could make none but the
    sorriest of preparations for my University ordeal. Thus I was
    busy in the schoolroom one morning, and fully aware that I must
    work hard, seeing that to-morrow was the day of my examination in
    a subject of which I had the two whole questions still to read

    up; yet no sooner had a breath of spring come wafted through the
    window than I felt as though there were something quite different
    that I wished to recall to my memory. My hands laid down my book,
    my feet began to move of themselves, and to set me walking up and
    down the room, and my head felt as though some one had suddenly
    touched in it a little spring and set some machine in motion--so
    easily and swiftly and naturally did all sorts of pleasing
    fancies of which I could catch no more than the radiancy begin
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