I can proudly tell the world that I’ve not spent my childhood time in idle daydreaming. I read intensely and devoured any classics that I can lay my fingers on. I focused on classics because, well, they are classics – something that everyone will say is good and something that I can make sure I have well spent my time on. I read Dickens’ Oliver Twist and A Tale of Two Cities, most of H.G Well’s science fictions, Shelly’s Frankenstein, Stoker’s Dracula, Stevenson’s Dr.Jekyll and Mr.Hyde and even Plato’s Republic and Rousseau’s Social Contract. All is very well. The only problem is that I understand none of them.