Communication Ability-4 Questions and Answers for ICET

Lessons might have been a pleasure. They never were, or rather, only the Danish ones. But in childhood, and during the first years of boyhood they were fertilising.
As a boy they hung over me like a dread compulsion; yet the compulsion was beneficial. It was only when I was almost fourteen that I began inwardly to rebel against the time which was wasted, that the stupidest and laziest of the boys might be enabled to keep up with the industrious and intelligent. There was too much consideration shown towards those who would not work or could not understand. And from the time I was sixteen, school was my despair. I had done with it all, was beyond it all, was too matured to submit to the routine of lessons; my intellectual pulses no longer beat within the limits of school. What absorbed my interest was the endeavour to become master of the Danish language in prose and verse, and musings over the mystery of existence. In school, I most often threw up the sponge entirely, and laid my head on my arms that I might neither see nor hear what was going on around me.

The author wanted to absorb himself in the thoughts on

Lessons might have been a pleasure. They never were, or rather, only the Danish ones. But in childhood, and during the first years of boyhood they were fertilising.
As a boy they hung over me like a dread compulsion; yet the compulsion was beneficial. It was only when I was almost fourteen that I began inwardly to rebel against the time which was wasted, that the stupidest and laziest of the boys might be enabled to keep up with the industrious and intelligent. There was too much consideration shown towards those who would not work or could not understand. And from the time I was sixteen, school was my despair. I had done with it all, was beyond it all, was too matured to submit to the routine of lessons; my intellectual pulses no longer beat within the limits of school. What absorbed my interest was the endeavour to become master of the Danish language in prose and verse, and musings over the mystery of existence. In school, I most often threw up the sponge entirely, and laid my head on my arms that I might neither see nor hear what was going on around me.

The author did not appreciate the school’s curriculum as it was

Lessons might have been a pleasure. They never were, or rather, only the Danish ones. But in childhood, and during the first years of boyhood they were fertilising.
As a boy they hung over me like a dread compulsion; yet the compulsion was beneficial. It was only when I was almost fourteen that I began inwardly to rebel against the time which was wasted, that the stupidest and laziest of the boys might be enabled to keep up with the industrious and intelligent. There was too much consideration shown towards those who would not work or could not understand. And from the time I was sixteen, school was my despair. I had done with it all, was beyond it all, was too matured to submit to the routine of lessons; my intellectual pulses no longer beat within the limits of school. What absorbed my interest was the endeavour to become master of the Danish language in prose and verse, and musings over the mystery of existence. In school, I most often threw up the sponge entirely, and laid my head on my arms that I might neither see nor hear what was going on around me.

According to the author, school was his

Lessons might have been a pleasure. They never were, or rather, only the Danish ones. But in childhood, and during the first years of boyhood they were fertilising.
As a boy they hung over me like a dread compulsion; yet the compulsion was beneficial. It was only when I was almost fourteen that I began inwardly to rebel against the time which was wasted, that the stupidest and laziest of the boys might be enabled to keep up with the industrious and intelligent. There was too much consideration shown towards those who would not work or could not understand. And from the time I was sixteen, school was my despair. I had done with it all, was beyond it all, was too matured to submit to the routine of lessons; my intellectual pulses no longer beat within the limits of school. What absorbed my interest was the endeavour to become master of the Danish language in prose and verse, and musings over the mystery of existence. In school, I most often threw up the sponge entirely, and laid my head on my arms that I might neither see nor hear what was going on around me.

Consideration was shown to those students who could not_____

Lessons might have been a pleasure. They never were, or rather, only the Danish ones. But in childhood, and during the first years of boyhood they were fertilising.
As a boy they hung over me like a dread compulsion; yet the compulsion was beneficial. It was only when I was almost fourteen that I began inwardly to rebel against the time which was wasted, that the stupidest and laziest of the boys might be enabled to keep up with the industrious and intelligent. There was too much consideration shown towards those who would not work or could not understand. And from the time I was sixteen, school was my despair. I had done with it all, was beyond it all, was too matured to submit to the routine of lessons; my intellectual pulses no longer beat within the limits of school. What absorbed my interest was the endeavour to become master of the Danish language in prose and verse, and musings over the mystery of existence. In school, I most often threw up the sponge entirely, and laid my head on my arms that I might neither see nor hear what was going on around me.

What does the author mean when he says, “during the first years of boyhood they were fertilising”?