CHAPTER LII.
Among those professors who seemed, during my school-days, so severe,
and indeed almost cruel to me, the most terrible without any exception
were the "Bull of Apis" and the "Big Black Ape" (I had nicknames for
all of them). I hope should they read this they will understand that I
am writing from the child's view-point. Should I meet them to-day I
would, in all probability, humbly tender them my hand and ask their
pardon for having been such an unmanageable pupil.
Oh! the Big Ape especially, how I hated him! When from the height of
his desk these words fell upon my ear: "You will do a hundred lines; I
mean you, you little sap-head!" I could have flown at his face like an
enraged cat. He was the first to arouse in me those sudden and violent
outbursts of rage that characterized me as a man, outbreaks which
could scarcely have been foreseen in a child of my sweet and patient
disposition.
I would be doing myself a great injustice in saying that I was
altogether a bad scholar, I was, rather, an unequal and erratic one;
one day at the head of my class, the next day at the foot; but on the
whole I maintained a fair average, and at the end of the year I
received the prize for translation--I won no others however. It
surprised me that every one in the class did not receive the prize
that I had won without great effort, for translation was
extraordinarily easy for me. On the other hand I found composition
very difficult, and narration still more so.
Little by little I deserted my own work-desk, and in my aunt Claire's
room, near the china bon-bon bear, I underwent with as much
resignation as possible, the torture that the preparing of my tasks
imposed. On the wainscoting of the wall, in a hidden recess of the
room, there is still visible, among the other fantastical sketches, a
pen-portrait of the "Big Ape"; the ink has faded to a light yellow,
but the drawing has endured, and when I look at it I again feel a sort
of deadly weariness, and a sensation of suffocation chills me through
and through--in short I once more live over those dread school-days.
Aunt Claire was more than ever my resource during those hard times;
she always looked up words for me in the dictionary, and often she
took upon herself the task of writing for me, in an assumed hand, the
exercises exacted by the "Big Ape."
