At the age of fifty-seven, Alan Alexander Milne, already wealthy and famous for writing “Winnie-the-Pooh”, judged it was about time to enter the immortal gallery of writers, who considered themselves important enough for the writing of a story of their own life (perhaps the imminent World War had stimulated this idea). As a title he gave to his biography the phrase “It’s too late now”, motivating it in his Introduction as follows: “It means that heredity and environment make the child and the child makes the man, and the man makes the writer; so that it is too late now – it was probably too late forty years ago – for me to be a different writer. I say this neither regretfully nor complacently, I state it as a fact.” (p.X)