“You know,” she said, yawning, “I don’t think I’ve ever had a better time. And I don’t have any hangover at all. I’m only sorry Adlai missed it.”

“It’s lots better than stamping around in the heat sweating your nuts off looking at a lot of old rocks.”

“If it wasn’t for the old rocks, I wouldn’t have come on this trip. I would have felt much too guilty.”

“Of course, we must always be improving our minds.”

“You’re such a hedonist. It’s intolerable.”

A day later our porpoise reappeared; he played with us, guided us, kept us company until we again reached Aegean waters, where, being a loyal Turkish porpoise, he stayed behind. I said to Mrs. Williams: “He’s a hedonist, too”; and she said: “What did you say?”; and I said: “Nothing”; and she said: “Oh, I thought you said something”; and I said: “It must have been the wind.”