“I realize.”
“Did you think of Hannibal?”
“I did.”
“What Pass did he use to invade Italy?”
“Some say the Mount Genevre.”
“He was a great tactical genius.”
“Our army was well led...but there were times when I wished we had some of Hannibal’s elephants...but fog was our worst problem...morning fog, thick as an elephant’s hide...maybe that fog helped us...our scouts encountered shepherds in the fog...stopped them from informing others...”
Most men fail to come to grips with nature’s intricacies. When they find a fossil they are satisfied with a cursory look. As for flowers, insects, animals, birds, they turn away from them if they serve no practical purpose. And because men do not care to probe, they resent or fear my studies. I have been made to feel this through the years.
They accuse me of wizardry...alchemy...vile practices.