David E. Fisher

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David E. Fisher East in the Morning

He had had Bucephalus for the past hundred and fifty years.
"Now what justification does a cat have for living forever?" he wondered aloud, holding her at arm's length and smiling at her. She lifted one paw and dabbed at his face. He put her down and went to get her milk. "And how did we ever find each other?" Perhaps there was some subliminal way of knowing. Perhaps, without knowing, the immortals knew.
While Bucephalus lapped at her milk, Henry Talbot walked out for a breath of air.
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David E. Fisher East in the Morning

He then took out the vodka, settled Bucephalus, his cat, on his lap and began to pour.
Several hours later Henry Talbot sprawled in the armchair and took stock of himself. He came to two conclusions:
1. At his age, what did he care about fame? He knew his theory was sound, and if the people in his own country didn't appreciate it, what difference did it make? Now, free from rancor, he could understand how they must have received his paper. They all knew old Dr. Talbot—seventy-five and not dead yet. What a ridiculous age for a nuclear physicist!
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David E. Fisher East in the Morning

He applied for and got a research position at Oak Ridge National Laboratory, in the Electronuclear Research Division.
Dr. Henry Talbot, brilliant young scientist, began his career enthusiastically, and ran into a brick wall.
Rather, he crawled up to and against it, for it took several years for him to discover that his life's route lay not on an unobstructed downhill slide. Those years slithered past before he looked up and realized that he had not revolutionized the scientific world; he had discovered no principle of relativity, no quantum theory.
Source: Gutenberg

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