During a delivery, which takes place in the university hospital, I meet the father-to-be. He has a very familiar face to me, but I can’t identify him. I ask him how we can know each other. He says teasingly: “That will become clear in a moment, doctor.”
As soon as his child is born, he exclaims, ecstatically:hora est!”
Only then does the penny drop for me: he is the beadle of the university.
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A version of this article also appeared in NRC on the morning of January 28, 2022
