But notwithstanding these discoveries, laboriously and painfully
made as they were, I felt horribly dissatisfied. At every step I
found myself stopped by the imperfections of my instruments. Like all
active microscopists, I gave my imagination full play. Indeed, it is
a common complaint against many such, that they supply the defects
of their instruments with the creations of their brains. I imagined
depths beyond depths in nature which the limited power of my lenses
prohibited me from exploring. I lay awake at night constructing
imaginary microscopes of immeasurable power, with which I seemed
to pierce through all the envelopes of matter down to its original
atom. How I cursed those imperfect mediums which necessity through
ignorance compelled me to use! How I longed to discover the secret of
some perfect lens, whose magnifying power should be limited only by
the resolvability of the object, and which at the same time should be
free from spherical and chromatic aberrations, in short from all the
obstacles over which the poor microscopist finds himself continually
stumbling! I felt convinced that the simple microscope, composed
of a single lens of such vast yet perfect power, was possible of
construction. To attempt to bring the compound microscope up to such a
pitch would have been commencing at the wrong end; this latter being
simply a partially successful endeavor to remedy those very defects of
the simple instrument, which, if conquered, would leave nothing to be
desired.
It was in this mood of mind that I became a constructive microscopist.
After another year passed in this new pursuit, experimenting on every
imaginable substance--glass, gems, flints, crystals, artificial
crystals formed of the alloy of various vitreous materials--in short,
having constructed as many varieties of lenses as Argus had eyes, I
found myself precisely where I started, with nothing gained save an
extensive knowledge of glass-making. I was almost dead with despair. My
parents were surprized at my apparent want of progress in my medical
studies (I had not attended one lecture since my arrival in the city),
and the expenses of my mad pursuit had been so great as to embarrass me
very seriously.
I was in this frame of mind one day, experimenting in my laboratory
on a small diamond--that stone, from its great refracting power,
having always occupied my attention more than any other--when a young
Frenchman, who lived on the floor above me, and who was in the habit of
occasionally visiting me, entered the room.
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