The expression on Bohr’s face is priceless. I recall that when Tolkien owned a car and was tooling around Oxford, he was asked how he got by the hordes of students walking on the roads:
Charge and they scatter!
Donald R. McClarey
Cradle Catholic. Active in the pro-life movement since 1973. Father of three, one in Heaven, and happily married for 43 years. Small town lawyer and amateur historian. Former president of the board of directors of the local crisis pregnancy center for a decade.
a plug for my ebook, “Mysteries: Quantum and Theological.” Please pardon the shameless self-promotion. And here’s another quote about quantum uncertainty:
Einstein: “God does not play dice with the universe.”
Bohr: “Einstein, stop telling God not to play dice.”
Looks fascinating Bob! Theoretical Physics in the first half of the last century attracted some colorful personalities!
Tom Byrne
Monday, March 25, AD 2024 9:28am
There’s a tale about Heisenberg (I believe) who worked out the fusion of hydrogen in the sun’s core. He was picnicking with his intended on the riverbank near Heidelberg on a warm day. Suddenly, he leapt to his feet, pointed at the sun and exclaimed: “I just figured out how that son of a b***h works!” I used to tell that story to my all-girl chemistry classes at Notre Dame High School, asking humorously if they’d date anyone who swore at the sky.
Demystifying the Heisenberg Uncertainty Principle by Fermilab
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=luvf_9EaJ0w
a plug for my ebook, “Mysteries: Quantum and Theological.” Please pardon the shameless self-promotion. And here’s another quote about quantum uncertainty:
Looks fascinating Bob! Theoretical Physics in the first half of the last century attracted some colorful personalities!
There’s a tale about Heisenberg (I believe) who worked out the fusion of hydrogen in the sun’s core. He was picnicking with his intended on the riverbank near Heidelberg on a warm day. Suddenly, he leapt to his feet, pointed at the sun and exclaimed: “I just figured out how that son of a b***h works!” I used to tell that story to my all-girl chemistry classes at Notre Dame High School, asking humorously if they’d date anyone who swore at the sky.
(OOPS) The story was about Hans Bethe.