Homo Sapiens - A Novel in Three Parts #246869

Falk jumped up in a rage. Who was that knocking at the door? He wanted to be left alone, having made up his mind to settle down to work at last.<br><br>Thank the Lord, it was not a friend. It was the postman.<br><br>He was about to toss the letter aside. There was no hurry. - But what was this? From Mikita!<br><br>Now he was in a quiver. Mikita, the dear fellow!<br><br>He tore open the envelope.<br><br>"Be at home in the afternoon. I am returning from Paris."<br><br>The lengthiest composition from Mikita's pen since that famous German essay of his written several years before.<br><br>Falk burst out laughing. A marvellous production, that German essay. Strange that they hadn't expelled him from college for it. A miracle.<br><br>It was a series of reflections, daringly heretical for a student of those days, couched in the form of New Years greetings and resolutions.<br><br>And old Frankel, how he had stormed! Delicious! Mikita had certainly taken a risk.<br><br>Falk recalled having urged him to write down his reflections, the basic idea of which was a capital German pun" - "Was einem Schiller erlaubt ist, sollte einem Schuller nicht erlaubt sein?