Another course that I didn’t like, but somehow managed to pass, was economics. I went to that class straight from the botany1 class, which didn’t help me in understanding either subject. I used to get them mixed up. But not as mixed up as another student in my economic class who came there direct from a physics laboratory. He was Bolenciecwcz. Most of his professors were lenient and helped him along. None gave him more hints2, in answering questions, or asked him simpler ones than the economics professor, a thin timid man named Bassum. One day when we were on the subject of transportation and distribution, it came Bolencie