The Cry of the Halidon (2011)
“It was the feeling he had when momentous things happened in the lens of a microscope and he knew he was the first observer—or, at least, the first witness who recognized a causal effect for what it was.
Like the baracoa fiber.
He was capable of great imagination when studying the shapes and densities of microscopic particles. A giant manipulating a hundred million infinitesimal subjects. It was a form of control.
He had control now. Over a man who did not know what it was like to have to protest too loudly over the inconsequential because no one paid attention; to be forever down to his last few quid in the bank because none paid him the value of his work.
All that was changing. He could think about a great many things that were preposterous fantasies only yesterday: his own laboratories with the most expensive equipment—electronic, computerized, data-banked; throwing away the little budget pads that told him whom he had last borrowed from.
A Maserati. He would buy a Maserati. Arthur ...Craft had one, why shouldn’t he?MoreLess
Like the baracoa fiber.
He was capable of great imagination when studying the shapes and densities of microscopic particles. A giant manipulating a hundred million infinitesimal subjects. It was a form of control.
He had control now. Over a man who did not know what it was like to have to protest too loudly over the inconsequential because no one paid attention; to be forever down to his last few quid in the bank because none paid him the value of his work.
All that was changing. He could think about a great many things that were preposterous fantasies only yesterday: his own laboratories with the most expensive equipment—electronic, computerized, data-banked; throwing away the little budget pads that told him whom he had last borrowed from.
A Maserati. He would buy a Maserati. Arthur ...Craft had one, why shouldn’t he?MoreLess
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