Mathilda by Mary Shelly Chapter 1 Page 8

He was now to enter into life and he was still young enough to consider study as a school-boy shackle, employed merely to keep the unruly out of mischief but as having no real connexion with life — whose wisdom of riding — gaming &c. he considered with far deeper interest — So he quickly entered into all college follies although his heart was too well moulded to be contaminated by them — it might be light but it was never cold. He was a sincere and sympathizing friend — but he had met with none who superior or equal to himself could aid him in unfolding his mind, or make him seek for fresh stores of thought by exhausting the old ones. He felt himself superior in quickness of judgement to those around him: his talents, his rank and wealth made him the chief of his party, and in that station he rested not only contented but