Character: geographer

Claws of anguish that for a year rusting in my soul, slowly uncoil. It seems to me that for the first time in a long while I move along the road that will lead me to joy.

I want to get into a vessel and buried in the depths of the sea, the old man Hottabych.

Before the New Year is half an hour. Last year was different - good and bad, heavy and light. Let's take the time to keep quiet and remember things they won't have to remember to enter the future without excess baggage.

- Your planet is very beautiful, - he said. And the oceans do you have?
- I don't know, ' said the geographer.
- Oh... - was disappointed by the Little Prince.
- Has it any mountains?
- I do not know, - said the geographer.
And cities, rivers, deserts?
And I don't know.
- But you are a geographer!
"Exactly," said the old man. - I am a geographer, not a traveler. I don't have enough travelers. It is not the geographer who goes out to count the towns, rivers, mountains, seas, oceans and deserts. The geographer is much too important a person he had no time to roam. He never comes out of his office.