The Consequences of the Old Story
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At the time I was studying in Göttingen, a small town in Hanover, which is as obscure and insignificant from every other point of view, as it is eminent and renowned for its Augustan Academy. Because in its intellectual firmament there once rose, and indeed even today still shine the most brilliant stars of German science.
I had passed my first winter in Germany, wrapped in five fur coats as they say, but always feeling cold and blowing on my hands to warm them. And I beg my Athenian reader not to laugh at me for this confession. Let him reserve his Attic salt to season his witticisms, when he himself is given the pleasant opportunity of living, even if only for a few weeks, at a temperature of thirty two degrees. I mean thirty two degrees Réaumer, no
