It’s a short autobiographical chapter, without much detail of course, recounting Maugham’s time spent in Italy at twenty. Then at twenty-one, he returned and found himself in a make-shift artists’ colony. The first trip had to do with him not wanting to be British, which is hilarious given he’s jingoism, and the second trip had him having to hide his medical school day job. These artists were only interested in art for art’s sake, something Maugham opens the chapter hoping he’s since disavowed. “The intellectual’s arrogance,” he calls it. It’s a decent chapter, not enough details since it is actually going autobiographical. Not very quotable. Kind of wish he’d baked it into a different chapter as there’s not much of a full gesture here.