The Ether Has Died
I. The gas lamps in the Royal Society's great hall cast their amber glow upon three hundred faces, and I stood at the podium with my hands trembling around the edges of my notes. It was the twelfth day of November, 1893, and I was thirty-two years old, the youngest member this institution had ever been asked to hear present a conclusion of this nature. "Ladies and gentlemen," I began, and the...
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