Work, Finish, Publish.

Speculations? I Have None. I Am Resting On Certainties.

Nothing Is Ever Too Good To Be True.

... And What Good Is A Baby?

What A Delight It Is To Think That You Are Quietly & Philosophically At Work In The Pursuit Of Science... Rather Than Fighting Amongst The Crowd Of Black Passions & Motives That Seem Now A Days To Urge Men Every Where Into Action. What Incredible Scenes Every Where, What Unworthy Motives Ruled For The Moment, Under High Sounding Phrases And At The Last What Disgusting Revolutions.

I Cannot Conceive Curved Lines Of Force Without The Conditions Of A Physical Existence In That Intermediate Space.