John Dunn

My dear loving father had financed the low entry threshold university degree in business, expecting much of me. I formed friendships of convenience in the early exploratory months of my university time, none of which survived beyond the first year. During this brush with an academia of sorts, I walked and read, walked and read, immersing myself without map in the city and rambling suburbs, lost for hours, never ever reading the set books, never ever attending lectures; but this was education, real learning. Classics of English literature, poetry, philosophy, biography, all were on my personal syllabus. This was the first clearing in the forest.

© John Dunn.