Worlds Sealed in
Glass and Light

He wandered up the mountain. His snow-white art-science dog faithfully accompanied him. Sweat trickled down his forehead, and his glasses slowly slipped off his nose, which he corrected again and again. Fatigue was already giving him a hard time, but he did not stop. He had something to think about, and walking up excellently stimulated him to do so. The building, until now merely glimmering on the horizon, grew larger with every step he took. This monumental building, classical in its form, was like an ancient monastery, although life there was not marked by the obligation of celibacy.