Illustrated by Kurt Higgins Jay Werkheiser & Frank Wu Instead of indulging in the festivities, I spent the evening evading Lamprecht, while Herschel evaded me. I had come to Bath not just to soak my body in healing waters, but to bathe my mind in new thoughts, to browse with the great William Herschel at the buffet of diverse and interesting ideas. In these the heart exults, and without novelty as sustenance, the curious mind withers and fades. I had been crafting the latest volume of my current opus, which I expected to be no less celebrated than the previous