Last night as I was pondering a long stretch with a German dictionary to quell my curiousity over Johann Wilhelm Ritter’s Fragments of a physicist (not the precise title) I discovered the text, I was after, was actually right beneath my fingertips (unbeknownst).

It pays to scroll.

I had learnt from a Ritter academic that the prologue text I sought was not translated and I’d have to attempt to read it in German (the same way people Attempt Everest).

Strangely I had the identical experience trying to find out the hockey score yesterday. The match was on, the city was watching and yet I could not find out the score. I clicked the stream feature on the CBC and was watching two mysterious men chatting on the telephone instead of blokes flying about bashing each other. Finally I called up my beloved who was watching the match with my first born. What’s the score? Says I defeated. I have no idea why I wanted to know the score since I am technically not that interested in this round of hockey, but … when my curiosity is piqued …