Look here! I'm telling you these things because I want you to know, somehow.
It isn't that I'm not ashamed of it.

Well, I began very poor, and I--as a matter of fact--I--well, I earned myself over half the money for my studying, and the other half I bullied and badgered and beat out of my poor old dad.

I worked pretty hard in Paris, and I returned here expecting to become a great painter at once.

I didn't, though.

In fact, I had my worst moments then.