But If Capitalism Had Built Up Science

[in Eighteenth-century Britain] Engineers For The Most Began As Simple Workmen, Skilful And Ambitious But Usually Illiterate And Self-taught. They Were Either Millwrights Like Bramah, Mechanics Like Murdoch And George Stephenson, Or Smiths Like Newcomen And Maudslay.

Life Is A Partial, Continuous, Progressive, Multiform And Conditionally Interactive Self-realization Of The Potentialities Of Atomic Electron States.

We Academic Scientists Move Within A Certain Sphere, We Can Go On Being Useless Up To A Point, In The Confidence That Sooner Or Later Some Use Will Be Found For Our Studies. The Mathematician, Of Course, Prides Himself On Being Totally Useless, But Usually Turns Out To Be The Most Useful Of The Lot. He Finds The Solution But He Is Not Interested In What The Problem Is: Sooner Or Later, Someone Will Find The Problem To Which His Solution Is The Answer.

Her [rosalind Franklin] Devotion To Research Showed Itself At Its Finest In The Last Months Of Her Life. Although Stricken With An Illness Which She Knew Would Be Fatal, She Continued To Work Right Up To The End.

In Fact, We Will Have To Give Up Taking Things For Granted, Even The Apparently Simple Things. We Have To Learn To Understand Nature And Not Merely To Observe It And Endure What It Imposes On Us. Stupidity, From Being An Amiable Individual Defect, Has Become A Social Crime.