Now in his mind he saw a
railway station at Karagatch
and he was standing with his
pack and that was the
headlight of the Simplon-Offent
cutting the dark now and he
was leaving Thrace then after
the retreat. That was one of the
things he had saved to write,
with, in the morning at
breakfast, looking out the
window and seeing snow on the
mountains in Bulgaffa and
Nansen's Secretary asking the
old man if it were snow and the
old man looking at it and
saying, No, that's not snow. It's
too early for snow. And the
Secretary repeating to the
othe