Bildungsromans; Love stories; Scientists -- Fiction; United States -- Fiction
They led him far, and he found himself grappling with contradictions.
The first was the fact that light seems to be an ethereal wave, and yet
a bundle of etherless energy. The second was that an atom seems to be a
whirling system and yet to vibrate rather than whirl. With these two
paradoxes he wrestled mathematically until he felt convinced that the
whirling was a reality. As a chemist he would rather see an atom stand
still, but as a physicist he was compelled to see it whirl.
He so enjoyed this fall from grace and Gratia that on he went,
calculating the mutual electromagnetic mass of a simple system, to find
out why hydrogen loses weight when it enters a heavier atom. This was by
far the hardest job he had ever undertaken, but it gave him an equation
that would always express the total mass of a positive and a negative.
After that he went ahead with two lines of theory, one concerning the
interpenetration of elliptical orbits, one predicting the probable
varieties of each atomic species. Of course it was all in the dark, but
it was the best sort of discipline.
To take an example of his simplest results, he calculated that calcium
was forty positives and forty negatives, half of the latter in the sky
and half cementing the diminutive sun. Diminutive would seem to be the
right word, since it takes six billion billion positives or negatives to
make one ampere. Argon, he reckoned, was also forty forty, but its
nucleus was more firmly bound, leaving only eighteen planets. Argon was
so compact in the middle that nothing could brush an electron off.
Calcium, less firmly cemented, would burn in air or join with phosphorus
to make bones—like his up at Mezy.
He could see in his mind’s eye a laboratory devoted to nothing but these
matters—just the testing of these theories by six or eight methods and
many new pieces of apparatus. He could see a group of friends keeping at
it for years. And other things he fancied. If some lad in his imaginary
group chafed under the routine, he might be allowed to explode heavy
metals in the hope of securing helium, or coat those metals with radium
emanation and then explode them—any device by which the hand of man
might chance to deflect the course of nature within the atom. Suppose
that the result reduced the estimate of controllable power by one-half,
it would nevertheless make America the master of the world, and he
believed that she would use such might humanely.
In March he wrote it all out, in a paper of great length, not for
publication but to free his mind, and sent it on to Grein.
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
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