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came provisionally the name Malania anjouanea. There was dead 

 silence, then a sudden burst of applause. Someone seized my 

 notes and said 'Let me see those notes'; I was too weary to 

 care what anyone thought, it was enough that it was over at last. 

 Perhaps now they would leave me alone; I wondered if I would 

 ever again know what it was like not to be unutterably weary. 

 But that merciless Moore pushed the microphone nearer and 

 said, 'Now just something in Afrikaans, Professor. You must not 

 disappoint our Afrikaans listeners.' Only half conscious now, I 

 tried to rouse myself, and from far off, speaking of this same event 

 in Afrikaans, heard a strange voice that it was hard to realise was 

 my own. The words came without volition. I have never had the 

 courage to ask to listen to that part. 



