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Sosrodihardjo found it hard to support his children, and the young Sukarno was sent to stay with his grandmother […] Believing that the boy had supernatural powers of healing, she put him to licking the afflicted parts of ailing villagers, and decided that he would be a clairvoyant. But alas for aval ambitions; Sukarno turned out to be a visionary of quite a different sort.

The noise was tremendously loud.

From a child I was fond of reading, and all the little money that came into my hands was ever laid out in books. […] This bookish inclination at length determined my father to make me a printer, though he had already one son (James) of that profession.