From the first year of our protagonist’s life this fragment draws heavily on a section from Vol 1 of Stuart Miall’s The World of Children from 1948:
I am as mysterious as the Sphinx, that great thoughtful-looking stone image in Egypt, built no one knows when or why. I shall never seem so wise or so full of deep secrets again. I am a Zen monk. I lie all the day on my back conscious only of being hot or cold, wet or dry, well-fed or hungry, comfortably or supported, in the light or in the dark. I am a wealthy guest in a top hotel. If everything is not to my liking I yell, and go on yelling until someone does the right thing for me.