1840 Indian Rebirth

Chapter 184 [Mackintosh's Self-Hypnosis]

William Mackintosh is a senior teacher at the University of Glasgow, teaching physics, or to put it more classically, natural philosophy.

Although, in this university full of talents, Mackintosh has nothing outstanding except for a little qualifications.

But as a natural philosopher in the eyes of people, he has always been able to get extra respect in life, and he likes this experience very much.

However, in recent days, McIntosh felt that his dignity seemed to have fallen into the quagmire, and he could not stop struggling for a moment, and all decency was gone.

The anxiety caused by this made him almost sleepless at night.

When he was at school during the day, he was also in a trance. From time to time, he took out an academic journal that was fixed to a certain page, and stared at it for a while.

The source of all states is naturally the paper on this page——"Estimating the Age of the Sun".

Once again, Thomson made big news, talking both inside and outside academia.

It is enviable and enviable that Thomson is so prominent at such a young age, but most people at the University of Glasgow are used to it, and even the whole of the UK will not think it is outrageous.

After all, wasn’t Newton a young man in his twenties when he created classical mechanics?

As the field most in need of fresh brains, there are too many young geniuses in the scientific community. At this time, Britain is still the British Empire, the center of science, and geniuses are emerging in large numbers. Naturally, it is not difficult to accept this.

However, this paper that has aroused great repercussions has a second Indian author, which is a bit unbelievable.

In Europe, there may be sympathy and friendliness towards Indians, but absolutely no one thinks that they have any connection with science.

But now, an Indian appeared in the media of the British Empire as a physicist—Mashao. This awkward transliteration name is obviously not an English name or any European name.

If that's all, Mackintosh may, like most British people, just discuss it with a certain curiosity.

But not long ago, he just had some contact with the horse post, which was an extremely bad contact for him.

"True savages," the words still ring in Mackintosh's ears, causing occasional bouts of irritation.

At first, he was able to deceive himself and convince himself that he was not as knowledgeable as a savage, but when he read this paper, panic instantly filled his heart.

Although he is still not completely sure whether the horse whistle is the Indian who humiliated him severely that day, but the incident is close by, and too many signs point to the affirmative answer.

"True savages" echoed frantically in Mackintosh's ears again, and there were bursts of magic sounds.

Could it be, could it be... the barbarian really myself?
impossible!
Absolutely impossible!
Obviously not possible!
When rationality points to self-denial, people will inevitably evade rationality.

McIntosh didn't dare to think about it, so he could only hypnotize himself over and over again, repeating the monologue "I'm obviously not a savage" in his heart.

Hypnosis is very effective.

After a few days of trance, McIntosh's symptoms further developed, and his thinking began to diverge.

So he simply took the paper and went straight to Thomson, and his attitude was quite rude.

This is very unusual. Thomson is a highly anticipated physics genius, and everyone knows that he has a bright future. Although McIntosh has more senior qualifications, he still has to be polite to Thomson in the past.

"Thomson, why did you sign the Indian's name on your paper?" said Mackintosh.

Thomson was stunned for a moment, and said puzzledly: "What else could it be? Of course it's because he is also one of the authors."

"He's an Indian!" Mackintosh emphasized. "A scantily clad Indian hunting buffalo on the prairies with stone arrows."

Thomson smiled: "Strictly speaking, that's just a part of Indians, or most of them. Now we see another small part, or even the only one, a talented Indian physicist."

McIntosh wanted to say something more, but Thomson didn't seem to have finished speaking, and then said: "If the horse whistle is not one of the authors, what motivation do I have for him to sign the paper and share his honor with others?" give him?"

Mackintosh was silent for half a second: "He may have paid a sum of money..."

"I am not Bernoulli." Thomson frowned. "The horse whistle is not L'Hopital. With all due respect, Mackintosh, such groundless speculation is already an offense."

Mackintosh was just now awake. "I'm sorry, Thomson."

Thomson pondered for a moment: "I don't know why your reaction is so strong... But I can understand the thoughts of most people. If I hadn't communicated with the horse whistle personally, I would not believe that there is such an Indian physicist. .”

Mackintosh said nothing.

Thomson continued: "Soon, Cambridge University will hold an academic conference, and thermodynamics is an important topic of the conference."

"I will attend the meeting, and Horse Whistle will also make a report. I think as long as you have heard his report, you will have no doubts."

……

"Cambridge University?" Hearing the name, Ma Whistle couldn't help being startled.

"Sir Newton's alma mater." Thomson said with a smile, "I believe you must have wanted to visit there a long time ago."

Ma Shao nodded: "Yes, giving an academic report at Cambridge University, I never expected that I would have such a day."

Thomson: "I believe that this is a good opportunity to dispel doubts from the outside world. You may not know the extent to which some people doubt you, and even think that I took your money to give you this honor , like Johann Bernoulli, it's just unbelievable."

"No, I will not be like Bernoulli. Even if I really want to sell my research results, I will not go back on my promise." He added.

In order to make money, John Bernoulli sold some of his research results to the French aristocrat L'Hopital, including the famous L'Hopital's law.

After L'Hopida's death, Bernoulli wanted to get back the honor and exposed the deal of the year, but was despised by many scholars.

The academic transaction itself is shameful, and it is even worse than prostitution for nothing.

The two chatted for a while.

"We'll be leaving in a few days," Thomson said. "There's no direct train from Glasgow to Cambridge. We'll have to take the train to London first, and then to Cambridge."

"When we arrive in London, we won't board the train to Cambridge immediately. I still need to visit a friend of mine. And when you first come to London, you probably want to look around."

(End of this chapter)