My father had a great fortune but he didn’t value it. By the time I reached the age of ten, he had squandered his wealth. I didn’t get any education. When I was ready to leave home, I had no trade, and my father confessed that he had failed me. I should have been out enjoying every kind of pleasure but instead he had imprisoned me in our tiny house.
I told him I wasn’t concerned about making money. I would find my way. I would go and walk along the seashore. Inspiration would come to me.
She always did.