4x-xx-xx ep57 The Diamond Lens

Speak again near mortal tale. That's Diamon Lend. Professor Pike, aren't you? I am, sir. But I don't believe I remember your name.

So many doctors and professors come to me. Naturally, you don't know me, Mr. Pike. This is the first time I've even been in here. My first day in New York is my perfect. My name's Lindley. Alan Lindley.

I'm pleased to meet you, Mr. Lindley. And what can I do for you this nasty morning? Are you and me biological, I mean, botanical, zoological medicine. All that none. Look, Mr. Pike, there's no sense disguising facts.

I'm you here. I'm you for the world of science. But you'll hear about me before long. I'm sure we will, sir. I have come to New York to do something no man has yet done.

And that is? I have come to revolutionize the science of the microscope. Indeed, sir. You've bitten off a tremendous job for yourself. May I ask if you've had any previous training in the technique of the microscope?

Training? No, but who needs it? Who wants it? I have something more. Something none of your driest of professors and routine written doctors have. Love, devotion, passion. Science does not lend itself easily to the emotions, Mr. Inlet.

It does to mine. All my life, every thought, every desire, every yearning has been devoted to the microscope. I think it, I breathe it. Look out at the range. For you, where anybody sees only a drop of water rolling down the window, I see a universe of beings animated with all passions come into physical life

and convulsing their minute sphere with struggles as fair as those of man. Indeed, sir, but that is only dreaming. The science of the microscope demands patience skill years of practice. You talk like a fool I would trade a century of practice for an ounce of inspiration and I have that pike Inspiration like a volcano