Autobiography of iv mallari
Pliant like the bamboo by iv mallari.
For the Little Boy, the first year of his stay in the public school was a momentous period of discovery and realization. The sommolent attitude that he used to have towards books was supplemented by one of excited interesst, because he found out to his amazement that words were living things which he could harness as the chariot of his dreams.
Autobiography of iv mallari
He learned, to begin with, that words were not merely sounds to be made in the mouth and thundered at the schoolmaster to convince that old worthy that the lesson had been conned. Words, he found out, stood for objects in much the same way as his own name stood for himself.
When he called friends’ names, they came to him. Whenhe mentioned the name of any object, the image of that object suddenly became vivid in his mind – as if the mere mention of that word set off a skyrocket which burst somewhere inside of him and revealed the image of that object in the center.
This, to the Little Boy, was of course fascinating enough; but he a