verne journey to the center of the earth

To tell the honest truth, when the right word would not come, it was generally replaced by a very powerful adjective. There was a reason, and it may be regarded as a good one, why my uncle objected to display his learning more than was absolutely necessary: he stammered and when intent upon explaining the phenomena of the heavens, was apt to find himself at fault, and allude in such a vague way to sun, moon, and stars that few were able to comprehend his meaning. Not so my excellent uncle, Professor Hardwigg he studied, he consumed the midnight oil, he pored over heavy tomes, and digested huge quartos and folios in order to keep the knowledge acquired to himself. Now most persons in this category supply themselves with information, as peddlers do with goods, for the benefit of others, and lay up stores in order to diffuse them abroad for the benefit of society in general. Now to tell the truth, at that moment I was far more interested in the question as to what was to constitute our dinner than in any problem of science to me soup was more interesting than soda, an omelette more tempting than arithmetic, and an artichoke of ten times more value than any amount of asbestos.īut my uncle was not a man to be kept waiting so adjourning therefore all minor questions, I presented myself before him.

'Harry!' he cried, in a frantic tone, 'are you coming up?' I hastened to obey, but before I could reach his room, jumping three steps at a time, he was stamping his right foot upon the landing. To bear with him means to obey and scarcely had his heavy feet resounded within our joint domicile than he shouted for me to attend upon him. Now Professor Hardwigg, my worthy uncle, is by no means a bad sort of man he is, however, choleric and original. e., I was hungry, and was about to rouse up our old French cook, when my uncle, Professor Von Hardwigg, suddenly opened the street door, and came rushing upstairs. One day, after passing some hours in the laboratory-my uncle being absent at the time-I suddenly felt the necessity of renovating the tissues-i. This home was in a large town, and my uncle a professor of philosophy, chemistry, geology, mineralogy, and many other ologies. Being very much attached to his fatherless nephew, he invited me to study under him in his home in the fatherland. My uncle was a German, having married my mother's sister, an Englishwoman. They were truly so wonderful that even now I am bewildered when I think of them. LOOKING BACK TO ALL THAT HAS OCCURRED TO ME SINCE THAT eventful day, I am scarcely able to believe in the reality of my adventures.

Verne journey to the center of the earth