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Oh, yes. I also didn't know the language.

You knew some German. Oh, you were doing this in French?

French-Swiss. So I had to learn the language, Latin, algebra, soccer, other boys and girls because I'd had very little contact with other boys and girls before. Moreover, the school was a half hour bicycle ride uphill every morning. Coming back was easy but going up was a long haul. We lived on sort of down side of Lausanne, and the school was at Chailly, which was really at that point practically a suburb of Lausanne. Now it's been totally taken into the city. In the spring term, school starts at 7:00 a.m. And here you are a nine or ten year old bicycling at 6:30 a.m. and getting back at 5:00 in the afternoon, and then doing homework for three hours because they really made you work there. They had good teachers and I guess in those three years I caught up with all that I'd missed before. The school was--I guess there was eighty percent Swiss boys and girls. There were very few girls but there were a few. Very strict, but also it was a school that believed in athletics, so that every afternoon you had an hour, or an hour-and-a-half of soccer or something or the other exercise. And all in all it was a happy but tough education. In three years, I was really well grounded educationally, not quite with a whip but nearly.

But we were living all this time in a hotel, and why I didn't think it strange that we should be living in a hotel is beyond me, but I didn't. One of the end results of this strange education of