ignorant, my son, For grasping schemes so finely spun. My followers are of stronger mind And I am content to stay behind, Perhaps I failed, but I did my best, These masters of mine may do the rest. Come, Kelvin, I have finished my cup. When is your friend Tesla coming up." "Oh, quoth Kelvin, he is always late, It would be useless to remonstrate." Then silence—shuffle of soft slippered feet— I knock and—the bedlam of the street. Nikola Tesla, Novice [pic] I believe that these parts of the…
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