wind sometimes it rages, from the very depths, seamen say.”
The first half of my supposition was correct, and evidently a part of the second. This “Pontus Euxinus” smelled strongly of the Professor's chair. The dry, sharp tone in which he spoke of the Black Sea irritated me. In an official voice he said to me:
“May I ask your name?”
I gave it.
“Thanks; where do you come from?”
“Bohemia, Prague.”
“And where are you going?”
“To Novorossysk.”
“What for?”
“On business.”
“My name is Heinrich Walter. I am a professor in Munich. With my wife and nephew I am on my way to the Crimea for practical study.”
He said these words in a tone just touched with irony. I meditated for a moment as just how best to classify the dry example of professorship.
“For geological study?”
“No—Callobiotic.”
