Teks asli (Inggris)

p. vPREFACE It is with some diffidence that I sit down at an age so mature that I cannot bring myself to name it, to write a preface to works I printed and published at twelve. I would have the reader see a little boy living in a châlet on a Swiss mountain-side, overlooking a straggling village named Davos-Platz, where consumptives coming to get well more often died.  It was winter; the sky-line was broken by frosty peaks; the hamlet—it was scarcely more then—lay huddled in the univer