My parents were very strict. They thought boarding school would do me good. So, when I was about seven, I was put in one in India for a while.

Man, I hated school. I'd stare at the buttons on the teacher's shirt the whole class.

I never really studied business in school. I kind of wish I had, but how boring is that?

I was happy as a child with my toys in my nursery. I been happier every year since I became a man. But this interlude of school makes a somber grey patch upon the chart of my journey. It was a unending spell of worries that did not then seem petty, and of toil uncheered by fruition; a time of discomfort, restriction and purposeless monotony.

[I am] horribly entangled with the Ancient Britons, the Romans, the Angles, Saxons and Jutes, all of whom I thought I had escaped from for ever when I left school!

I think who you are in school really sticks with you.