Bayan Caroline, un çuvalından dikilmiş etek ve kot gömlek giyen bu kılıksız birinci sınıf öğrencilerinin hayal ürünü edebiyata yabancı olduklarını, çoğunun ilk yürümeye başladıkları günden beri pamuk tarlalarında ot temizlediklerini, domuzlara yem verdiklerini bilmiyordu. Öykünün sonuna gelince, "Ah, ne güzeldi değil mi?" diye sordu.
Sometimes I could cope with the sullen despair that overwhelmed me: but sometimes the whirlwind passions of my soul drove me to seek, by bodily exercise and by change of place, some relief from my intolerable sensations. It was during an access of this kind that I suddenly left my home, and bending my steps towards the near Alpine valleys, sought in the magnificence, the eternity of such scenes, to forget myself and my ephemeral, because human, sorrows.
Above them, in ten successive layers of dormitory, the little boys and girls who were still young enough to need an afternoon sleep were as busy as every one else, though they did not know it, listening unconsciously to hypnopædic lessons in hygiene and sociability, in class-consciousness and the toddler’s love-life.