"He paced like a Franciscan preacher up and down behind a long showcase … He had in his hand a huge hyena’s skull. He suddenly dashed down the steps - rushed skull in hand at the first undergraduate on the front bench and shouted “What rules the world?” The youth, terrified, answered not a word. He rushed then on to me, pointing the hyena full in my face - “What rules the world?” “Haven’t an idea”, I said. “The stomach, sir!”, he cried “rules the world. The great ones eat the less, the less the lesser still!"