My classmate, who had read the definition in the day’s lesson replied, confidently,
“‘The study of the mind and the processes of the mind,’ sir.”
“Ah, and what do you mean by the mind? What do you know about the mind? Have you ever seen one?”
My classmate stammered,
“Why—eh, no, sir.”
“Then perhaps some one else will inform me what we are here for?”
No one was willing.
“Then you will return to your rooms, gentlemen,” said the professor, without a trace of a smile, “and come tomorrow at the same hour and tell us what we are to study during the year. I really must know. We cannot get along until I do.”
The next day, some of us met, before the class and conspired to teach that professor his lesson. We memorized the definitions and the explanations so that it would be impossible for us to slip. Then we entered the classroom.
“What are we here for, gentlemen?” began the professor.