A rapier of Light served Albert Abraham Michelson, master precisionist, to parry Death. Two years ago in Chicago he had a paralytic stroke. He was then 76. Life itself, although it was "so much fun," was no longer precious. It would have been easy to drop his guard. But mankind had taken his word for the all important speed of Light, measuring stick of the universe, and he was not positive that his word was good. He must remeasure the speed.
He and Mrs. Michelson moved from their Chicago...
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