Sometimes he set out for the dining hall and turned around, forgetting to eat. He scratched things in the dirt of the pathways, and the scholars just stepped over them. No one seemed to pay much attention to the eccentric, solitary mathematics professor and his strange night fires, his endless scribbling.
And that’s how the rest of Isaac’s life might have gone — if not for one person.
As read from Isaac The Alchemist, chapter 17.
We often believe these behemoths of discovery and progress had it all figured out.
No.
Issac Newton was a professor scratching the dirt. Until Edmond Halley came along.
Losure, Mary. Isaac the Alchemist: Secrets of Isaac Newton, Reveal’d. United States: Candlewick Press, 2017. pg 115
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