he only time a physicist could make a go of it, made Gorin and his colleagues feel like rabbits hypnotized by a snake.Gorin’s work lost all savor for him. He felt deeply guilty about this inner inertia and at the same time, he was furious with a world that made research trivial. His work was his life; and to be so paralyzed within and without made him an irascible, diffusely angry man.Thus Gorin finds himself in a new daydream trap. He wants to support his family and to be independent. He does not want to be hypnotized by the lie that pure research is fine and wonderful. He doesn’t want to become earl Fox. Gorin says that most of the problems you work on in industry can’t be as interesting as the academic problems, but at least the conditions of work in industry are more honest.But he is predestined to disillusionment. Mr. Turnbull, his new boss an obese man fools around with Gorin. Gorin is hired to find simpler and cheaper methods for production in the machine building. He is given a “physicist dream”. But his elation contentment with work lasted not for a long time. He is locked away from the results of his research by the it’s – my- money-do-as-you’re-told voice.The years of war changed everything all over the world. Eric worked on atomic energy research. As a scientist, he asked himself a question whether he loathed the political use of atomic bombs. When he saw the death of Fox, his manner of dying, the manner of living, he understood the terrible truth, that he was a man before he was a scientist, and that at the final moment he would die as a man, nothing more and nothing less. He didn’t want to indulge himself anymore; it was time for him to start living-at any price.He was in San Francisco at the time the bomb went off. He wanted to arrange the world in which such a bomb didn’t make any difference. At the time Americans were gloriously sure that they were going to mak...
