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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=415764" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Lectures to Women on Physical Science</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=415764" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">I. </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=415764" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">PLACE. -- A small alcove with dark curtains.<br>The class consists of one member.<br>SUBJECT. -- Thomson’s Mirror Galvanometer.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=415764" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><br>The lamp-light falls on blackened walls, <br>And streams through narrow perforations, <br>The long beam trails o’er pasteboard scales, <br>With slow-decaying oscillations. <br>Flow, current, flow, set the quick light-spot flying, <br>Flow current, answer light-spot, flashing, quivering, dying,</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=415764" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">O look! how queer! how thin and clear, <br>And thinner, clearer, sharper growing <br>The gliding fire! with central wire, <br>The fine degrees distinctly showing. <br>Swing, magnet, swing, advancing and receding, <br>Swing magnet! Answer dearest, What's your final reading?</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=415764" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">O love! you fail to read the scale <br>Correct to tenths of a division. <br>To mirror heaven those eyes were given, <br>And not for methods of precision. <br>Break contact, break, set the free light-spot flying; <br>Break contact, rest thee, magnet, swinging, creeping, dying. </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=415764" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><br>II. </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=415764" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Professor Chrschtschonovitsch, Ph.D., "On the C. G. S. system of Units."<br>Remarks submitted to the Lecturer by a student.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=415764" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><br>Prim Doctor of Philosophy <br>Front academic Heidelberg! <br>Your sum of vital energy <br>Is not the millionth of an erg. <br>Your liveliest motion might be reckoned <br>At one-tenth metre in a second. <br>"The air," you said, in language fine, <br>Which scientific thought expresses, <br>"The air -- which with a megadyne, <br>On each square centimetre presses -- <br>The air, and I may add the ocean, <br>Are nought but molecules in motion." </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=415764" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Atoms, you told me, were discrete, <br>Than you they could not be discreter, <br>Who know how many Millions meet <br>Within a cubic millimetre. <br>They clash together as they fly, <br>But you! -- you cannot tell me why. </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=415764" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">And when in tuning my guitar <br>The interval would not come right, <br>"This string," you said, "is strained too far, <br>’Tis forty dynes, at least too tight!" <br>And then you told me, as I sang, <br>What overtones were in my clang. </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=415764" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">You gabbled on, but every phrase <br>Was stiff with scientific shoddy, <br>The only song you deigned to praise <br>Was "Gin a body meet a body," <br>"And even there," you said, "collision <br>Was not described with due precision." </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=415764" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">"In the invariable plane," <br>You told me, "lay the impulsive couple." <br>You seized my hand -- you gave me pain, <br>By torsion of a wrist so supple; <br>You told me what that wrench would do, -- <br>"’Twould set me twisting round a screw." </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=415764" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Were every hair of every tress <br>(Which you, no doubt, imagine mine), <br>Drawn towards you with its breaking stress -- <br>A stress, say, of a megadyne, <br>That tension I would sooner suffer <br>Than meet again with such a duffer!</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><a href="http://poems.citatepedia.com/">poem</a> by <strong><a rel="author" href="http://authors.citatepedia.com/by.php?a=James+Clerk+Maxwell">James Clerk Maxwell</a></strong></div>