. The Biological bulletin. Biology; Zoology; Biology; Marine Biology. 224 REMINISCENCES ON SZENT-GYORGYI my surprise invited me to Woods Hole the following summer to a cottage he had rented for my family and me in West Falmouth. I suppose he felt that he owed me this (he did not) and this was his way of extending a hand of friendship. That summer I began to learn that Prof was not the cooly intellectual and analytical type that scientific ge- niuses are supposed to be, but rather a warm, compas- sionate individual who loved people—a real Mensch. Oh, he was deeply involved in science, but he ne
. The Biological bulletin. Biology; Zoology; Biology; Marine Biology. 224 REMINISCENCES ON SZENT-GYORGYI my surprise invited me to Woods Hole the following summer to a cottage he had rented for my family and me in West Falmouth. I suppose he felt that he owed me this (he did not) and this was his way of extending a hand of friendship. That summer I began to learn that Prof was not the cooly intellectual and analytical type that scientific ge- niuses are supposed to be, but rather a warm, compas- sionate individual who loved people—a real Mensch. Oh, he was deeply involved in science, but he never lost sight of people. That summer he would invite a number of people in for informal seminars on Sundays at his newly acquired home on Penzance Point. We would be- gin about 9:00 am and go on 'til noon, when there would be a long break for lunch and a swim on the beach until about 3:00 pm. We would then resume until about 5:30. It was a very civilized way to run a seminar, I thought. There was one other feature that I thought was unusual. At the meetings, there were several very attractive young ladies who made for good company at lunch and on the beach. I asked one of them what she majored in in col- lege, and her answer was "Fine ; When I asked her how she came to be in a biochemistry seminar, she sim- ply said that she (and the others) had been invited: the scenery at the seminar had been considerably enhanced. One summer Prof learned that Woods Hole was a great place for game-fishing, especially for striped bass, and suggested that I teach him the fine points of striper angling. So one beautiful August morning at 5:30 am we were in a boat out in the Hole greeting the sunrise with me showing Prof the flow of the tide and the location of the rocks and the best places to cast and to troll. Unfortu- nately, there were no fish biting that morning, but we had three hours of rich conversation together. A few weeks after that Ashless morning. Prof went cast- in
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