On a fine October eve, I was sitting in my parlor, discussing the dissection process used by my mentor, Dr. Cromston. My interlocutor was none other than Professor Marnask, a brilliant botanist, whose interest in other scientific matters could always be piqued. By a remarkable coincidence, that night I found the letter from Dr. Cromston on my desk. Normally, I am in the habit of reviewing the mail in the afternoon, but the arrival of Marnask had left me distracted from my usual routine, and the conversation went well into the night. I cannot describe the excitement I felt after reading his letter, but it was enough that, even now, I cannot quite recall much of the discussion from that night. I only know that, sitting by the fire, late in the night, I again read:
The Comeapart
The Comeapart
The Comeapart
On a fine October eve, I was sitting in my parlor, discussing the dissection process used by my mentor, Dr. Cromston. My interlocutor was none other than Professor Marnask, a brilliant botanist, whose interest in other scientific matters could always be piqued. By a remarkable coincidence, that night I found the letter from Dr. Cromston on my desk. Normally, I am in the habit of reviewing the mail in the afternoon, but the arrival of Marnask had left me distracted from my usual routine, and the conversation went well into the night. I cannot describe the excitement I felt after reading his letter, but it was enough that, even now, I cannot quite recall much of the discussion from that night. I only know that, sitting by the fire, late in the night, I again read: