Chapter 25: Mounting Misgivings. Of the Two Grandfathers, and the Boat-Ride in the Twilight

Mounting Misgivings. Of the Two Grandfathers, and the Boat-Ride in the Twilight The weather was vile. In this respect Hans Castorp had no luck during the brief term of his visit. It did not snow, but rained all day long, a hateful downpour; thick mist wrapped the valley, while electric storms—an absurd and uncalled-for phenomenon, considering it was so cold that the heat had been turned on—rolled and reverberated disagreeably through the valley. “Too bad,” Joachim said. “I thought we mig…