Note 3 — Chapter IV · MINOTAURUS TYPHŒUS: THE BURROW
Alexander Teixeira de Mattos translation
Oh, my poor joints, grown rusty with age! To suspect the existence of a beautiful problem underground and to be unable to dig! The zeal survives, as ardent as in the days when I used to demolish the spongy slopes beloved of the Anthophoræ;3 the love of research has not abated; but my strength fails me. Fortunately I have an assistant in the person of my son Paul, who lends me the vigour of his wrists and the suppleness of his back. I am the head, he is the arm.