Youthful Life and Scenes from Travels Johanna Schopenhauer
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[Lessons at school, from a private tutor, and from a neighbor]
[The preacher of Danzig’s English colony, Dr. Jameson, lived in the house next door.]
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As I was growing up, Jameson became my teacher, my guide, my advisor, staying by my side, guarding over my young soul, not parting from me until the time came when another man assumed the responsibility to care for me by taking my hand at the altar. [ . . . ]
I was hardly more than three years old, when I was already sent for a few hours to the school located barely two hundred feet from my parent’s house – twice a day, in the morning and in the afternoon.
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Learning to sit still was all that was demanded initially; to begin with, I protested loudly against this unreasonable demand, but no one cared. I had to walk the miserable way to school, though by the second day I already enjoyed walking it, since in addition to me, 20 other children from the neighborhood, boys and girls, were gathered there for the same purpose. [ . . . ]