Hindu Medicine c5.s1.8

c5.s1.8

Having been introduced to Zimmer by a mutual friend after one of the lectures, I welcomed every opportunity to talk to him. Such discussions often started in one of the narrow streets of Heidelberg or on the beautiful old bridge crossing the Neckar. He would come along walking swiftly, in very unconventional clothes—unconventional, that is, for a German professor: slacks, sport shirt with open collar, no tie, no jacket—carrying under one arm a number of books, under the other the food he had bought to prepare his meals. "I just found," or "I just read,"—thus the conversation would begin, and often it would not end until an hour, or hours, had passed, whether we remained standing where we were or walked on to his house, far out in the Neckar valley, and there sat down in his small study, a modest room, furnished with a few books and a relief of the Buddha of Gandhara.