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If I have dwelt so long upon the laboratory and its lorified my whole existence This was the way of it

One day I asked Prof Darmstetter some question about the preparation of a

"Vait!" he snapped, "I vill speak vit' you aftervards"

The girls prophesied the terrible things that were to happen, as they lingered in the cloak roo which a rich girl had bought to cover the threadbare spot in the carpet in front of the mirror "Now you'll catch it!" the last one said, as she carefully put her hat straight with both hands and ran out of the room

When I returned to the laboratory Prof Darmstetter motioned me to a chair and took one opposite, froain he see me with uncanny, impersonal scrutiny

"How I despise t'ose vo up his hands with an iesture

Used to his ways, I waited in silence

"I teach t'ose vomen, yes; but I despise t'eht to be ashamed of it," I retorted hotly "But I don't believe you really despise theirls--why, some of them are bound to be heard from in science some day!"

"In science? Bah!"

"Why not? There was Mary Somerville and--and--and Caroline Herschel and-- well, I can't think of their nairls here anyway"

"You are not one of t'erily "T'ey are life failures You fancy t'ey are selected examples, but t'ey are not; t'ey are t'e rejected T'ey stood in t'e market place and no man vanted t'em; or else t'ey are fools as vell as failures and sent t'e ist, not true? I hate t'e vord I aist, student of t'e nature of life--all kinds of life, t'e ocean of life of v'ichabout--"

"Ach, so! Almost t'ou has t'e scientific ist I study v'at Nature is, v'at she means to do V'en Nature--Gott, if you vant a shorter name--, wrong in t'e vorks; all failures; t'row t'eo on vit' You know You study Nature, also, a little You know she is law, she is power To t'e indifidual pitiless, she mofes vit' blind, discoanislory of Pan, of Kosmos, of t'e Universe She vastes life And how not? Her best vork lives a little v'ile and produces its kind, and t'e vorst does not, and t'ey go down t'e dark vay toget'er and Nature neit'er veeps nor relents Kosreater t'an t'e indifidual and a million years are short