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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=415775" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Report on Tait's Lecture on Force</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Ye British Asses, who expect to hear<br>Ever some new thing,<br>I’ve nothing new to tell, but what, I fear,<br>May be a true thing.<br>For Taft comes with his plummet and his line,<br>Quick to detect your<br>Old bosh new dressed in what you call a fine<br>Popular lecture.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Whence comes that most peculiar smattering,<br>Heard in our section?<br>Pure nonsense, to a scientific swing<br>Drilled to perfection?<br>That small word &quot;Force,&quot; they make a barber’s block,<br>Ready to put on<br>Meanings most strange and various, fit to shock<br>Pupils of Newton.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Ancient and foreign ignoranee they throw<br>Into the bargain;<br>The shade of Leitnitz mutters from below<br>Horrible jargon.<br>The phrases of last century in this<br>Linger to play tricks-—<br>Vis Viva and Vis Mortua and Vis<br>Acceleratrix:—</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Those long-nabbed words that to our text books still<br>Cling by their titles,<br>And from them creep, as entozoa will,<br>Into our vitals.<br>But see! Tait writes in lucid symbols clear<br>One small equation;<br>And Force becomes of Energy a mere<br>Space-variation.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Force, then, is Force, but mark you! not a thing,<br>Only a Vector;<br>Thy barbèd arrows now have lost their sting,<br>Impotent speetre!<br>Thy reign, O Force! is over. Now no more<br>Heed we thine action;<br>Repulsion leaves us where we were before,<br>So does attraction.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Both Action and Reaction now are gone.<br>Just ere they vanished,<br>Stress joined their hands in peace, and made them one;<br>Then they were banished.<br>The Universe is free frown pole to pole,<br>Free front all forces.<br>Rejoice I ye stars—like blessed gods ye roll<br>On in your courses.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">No more the arrows of the Wrangler race,<br>Piercing shall wound you.<br>Forces no more, those symbols of disgrace,<br>Dare to surround you:<br>But those whose statements baffle all attacks,<br>Safe by evasion,—<br>Whose definition, like a nose of wax,<br>Suit each occassion,-—</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Whose unreflected rainbow far surpassed<br>All our inventions,<br>Whose very energy appears at last<br>Scant of dimensions:-—<br>Are these the gods in whom ye put your trust,<br>Lordlings and ladies?<br>The hidden potency of cosmic dust<br>Drives them to Hades.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">While you, brave Tait! who know so well the way<br>Forces to scatter,<br>Calmly await the slow but sure decay,<br>Even of Matter.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=James+Clerk+Maxwell">James Clerk Maxwell</a><div class=q>
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