It was shortly after I had accepted the position as instructor in experimental physics and had begun to get broken into my work, that I noticed a strange commotion among the people of the city. I have always been a studious recluse, observing people as phenomena rather than participating in their activities. So for some time I noted only in a subconscious way the excited gathering in groups, the gesticulations and blazing eyes, the wild sale of extra editions of papers, the general air of disturbance. I even failed to take an active interest in these things when I made a railroad journey of three hundred miles and spent a week in another city; so thoroughly at home did I feel in this world that when the advisability arose of my studying laboratory methods in another University, I made the trip alone. So absorbed was I in my laboratory problems that I only noted with half an eye the commotion and excitement everywhere, and merely recollected it later. One night it suddenly popped into my head that the country was aroused over something. * * * * * That night I was with the Vibens’ family in their living room. John tuned in the radio. I wasn’t listening to the thing very much; I had troubles of my own. F = g m₁m₂ / r² was familiar enough to me. It meant the same and held as rigidly here as in my old world. But, what was the name of the bird who had formulated that law? Back home it was Newton. Tomorrow in class I would have to be thoroughly familiar with his name. Pasvieux, that’s what it was. What messy surnames. It struck me that it was lucky that they expressed the laws of physics in the same form, and even in the same algebraical letters, or I might have had a time getting them confused--when all of a sudden the radio blatantly bawled: “THE GOSTAK DISTIMS THE DOSHES!” John jumped to his feet. “Damn right!” he shouted, slamming the table with his fist. Both his father and mother annihilated him with withering glances, and he slunk from the room. I gazed stupefied. My stupefaction continued while the Professor shut off the radio, and both of them excused themselves from my presence. Then suddenly I was alert. I grabbed a bunch of newspapers, having seen none for several days. Great sprawling headlines covered the front pages: “THE GOSTAK DISTIMS THE DOSHES.” For a moment I stopped, trying to recollect where I had heard those words before. They recalled something to me. Ah, yes! That very afternoon, there had been a commotion beneath my window on the University campus. I had been busy checking over an experiment so that I might be sure of its success at tomorrow’s class, and looked out rather absently to see what was going on. A group of young men from a dismissed class was passing, and had stopped for a moment. “I say, the gostak distims the doshes!” said a fine-looking young fellow. His face was pale and strained looking. The young man facing him sneered derisively: