Excerpt from The Inheritance In Which I Introduce Myself - the Hero The first words that I remember in my life were French. I can dimly see a great blue blur, which I w kw to have been the ocean; there was a comforting, sun-warmed substance under me, yielding, yet hard, slipping through the fingers, yet susceptible of manipulation, which I believe w to have been sand; there were intermittent articles, self-propelled, crossing my field of vision, some dark and bifurcated, some floating and many-coloured, which I infer to have been the garments of perambulating adults with heads altogether out of my view. One of these coloured, billowy articles stopped and did t go sailing by my tiny outlook, but presently lowered itself till a face neared my level. Then I was aware of a sweet odour like flowers - but there were flowers about - and a row of flashing white teeth: there were shiny eyes somewhere above the teeth, but I don't remember any cheeks or se or hair. (Subsequent studies in anthropology, however, have convinced me that there must have been all three of these usual features of humanity.) About the Publisher Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com This book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art techlogy to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.