And Stridulatus seized Doopeltag by the arm, "you want to see my Camera Obscura?" his face vanishing and re-appearing in the flickering beam of light, as he led the visitor up a narrow flight of stairs, with Luther following behind; on the landing, Doopeltag turned to Luther: "Brother Martin," he hissed, "why is the Doctor dressed as a woman?" and the monk laughed: "he is a hermaphrodite, but a child needs to be identified as boy or girl, so the Midwife saw his little cock and said, 'it's a boy' and so he was named Wolfgang, but such a shy, timid, sort of wolf you never saw in your life, with his long thin arms and legs, and he was picked on by bullies at our village school in Mansfeld; luckily, I was always strong and boxed a few ears, but the nick-name stuck and he didn't mind being compared to a Grasshopper, or Cricket, 'better than a Worm or Slug' he says; he always reminds me of the Parable of the Good Samaritan, with himself as the man robbed and left by the roadside, and me cast as the Samaritan who, though from a tribe hated by the Jews, nevertheless came to the aid of the injured party, but I tell him that is nonsense, because his family and mine have always been very close and we have loved each other as brothers since our first year; "come on up," cried the Doctor who had mounted a ladder which rose to a square hole in the high ceiling above them: "in a minute!" called back Martin, who continued with his tale of his old friend: "he is very intelligent, though something of a slacktivist – he seemed never to do any studying, yet passed his exams in the top handful, while I always had to work, work, work; and while my own candle flickers and gutters in a breeze, Wolfie's is like a searchlight, strong and unwavering, the only problem being that he doesn't know what to be – a Physician? or a Lawyer? perhaps a Philosopher? or maybe a Priest, or even a Conjurer? he excels in everything, but doesn't have the stamina it takes to gain the necessary reputation and no-one wants to pay a dilettante when they need a cure for gout, or to win a law-suit over a grazing field; but you asked about his dress - well, the cock spotted by the Midwife seems not to have grown in proportion with the rest of him, in fact it's more like a clitoris and he began identifying himself as a woman some years back, about the same time as he built this house with it's Camera Obscura, but you asked about his dress - it came from a local clothier who had it in the shop window, priced as a loss-leader, hoping to entice customers into the premises, but Accalia, the name she likes to live under, because it's Latin for she-wolf, didn't go back for any more, 'no time,' she says, 'much too busy'!" – and then the voice rattled around the stair-well: "what's keeping you two? hurry up, I've no time to waste, much too busy, I'm late as it is!" and Dingus hurried up the ladder, closely followed by Martin.