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Yersin becomes the first doctor to save a victim of bubonic plague.
The consul and the bishop each undertake to bear witness to the extraordinary event. Well-nigh miraculous, murmurs the bishop, whose word is to be believed. The Lord does indeed move in ways so mysterious that a Swiss Prot will on occasion snatch a Chink Holy Joe from the jaws of death.
However, there was to be no St Yersin (…)
— Oct 18, 2026 02:02AM
The consul and the bishop each undertake to bear witness to the extraordinary event. Well-nigh miraculous, murmurs the bishop, whose word is to be believed. The Lord does indeed move in ways so mysterious that a Swiss Prot will on occasion snatch a Chink Holy Joe from the jaws of death.
However, there was to be no St Yersin (…)
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One day the century turns thirty-three. The age at which Christ and Alexander the Great died. Centuries, however, are fated to live to a hundred.
— Oct 19, 2026 01:12PM
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(…) there can be no real progress save in and through the individual. Yersin is a loner. He knows that nothing great has ever been achieved by the multitude. He hates groups, rating their intelligence as being in inverse proportion to the number of members making them up. Genius always stands alone. The committee has the lucidity of the hamster. The stadium the perspicacity of the paramecium.
— Oct 19, 2026 12:42PM
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Friendship is the only paradoxically rational feeling that is not a passion. (…) A portrait of a friend is invariably a self-portrait, attributing to the friend the virtues one would like to see in the mirror.
— Oct 19, 2026 12:36PM
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From microscope to tele-scope, he becomes aware of the astonishing geometric proximity of the infinitely large and the infinitely small. And we humans float like jellyfish between the two.
— Oct 19, 2026 12:27PM
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The time of science and thought is not the same as that of clocks and calendars.
— Oct 19, 2026 12:13PM
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Yersin will travel no more. (…) He is a tree now. Being a tree is a life, too, and it does not involve moving on. He is approaching that fine, infinite solitude. That marvellous listlessness.
— Oct 19, 2026 10:25AM
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No one knows it at the time, but those years are already ripe for numbering backwards, to measure out the time left to run before the ‘14 disaster.
— Oct 19, 2026 06:05AM
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And each time the boat calls in at the bay the Ali Baba hold is unloaded, a crew of sailors row towards Fishermen's Point out of a purple sunset, and a line of porters, bearing bundles and crates on their heads, advance along the jetty towards Dr Nam's house, where the doctor awaits them in the shelter of the veranda.
— Oct 19, 2026 04:57AM
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The history of science is often rolled out as a broad avenue leading straight from ignorance to truth, but that is false. The history of science is a network of dead ends in which thought loses its way and ties itself up in knots. An anthology of pitiful failures, some quite ridiculous. Not unlike the early days of aviation in that respect.
— Oct 18, 2026 02:37PM
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The twentieth century opens without anyone knowing that it will be the worst yet, a century of infinite barbarity coming right after one of dreams of infinite progress.
— Oct 18, 2026 02:11PM