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And fire a mine in China, hereWith sympathetic gunpowder.
— Electricity
And fire a mine in China, hereWith sympathetic gunpowder.
Striking the electric chain wherewith we are darkly bound.
Controlling fires is an enormously difficult challenge. Our research has shown that by applying large electric fields we can suppress flames very rapidly. We're very excited about the results of this relatively unexplored area of research.
We will make electricity so cheap that only the rich will burn candles.
In 1881, Edison built electricity generating stations at Pearl Street in Manhattan and Holborn in London. Yet by 1900, less than 5% of mechanical drive power in American factories was coming from electric motors. The age of steam lingered.
Is it a fact—or have I dreamt it—that by means of electricity, the world of matter has become a great nerve, vibrating thousands of miles in a breathless point of time? Rather, the round globe is a vast head, a brain, instinct with intelligence: or shall we say it is itself a thought, nothing but thought, and no longer the substance which we dreamed it.
Without electricity, there can be no art.
Speed the soft intercourse from soul to soul,And waft a sigh from Indus to the Pole.
I'll put a girdle round about the earthIn forty minutes.
Too like the lightning, which doth cease to beEre one can say "It lightens."
One can prophesy with a Daniel's confidence that skilled electricians will settle the battles of the near future. But this is the least. In its effect upon war and peace, electricity offers still much greater and more wonderful possibilities. To stop war by the perfection of engines of destruction alone, might consume centuries and centuries. Other means must be employed to hasten the end.
Go hug your girlfriend! Or if you don't have any, go find one! You won't find the meaning of life with electricity!
Stretches, for leagues and leagues, the Wire,From continent to continent.
While Franklin's quiet memory climbs to heaven,Calming the lightning which he thence hath riven.
And stoic Franklin's energetic shadeRobed in the lightnings which his hand allay'd.
To put a girdle round about the world.
A vast engine of wonderful delicacy and intricacy, a machine that is like the tools of the Titans put in your hands. This machinery, in its external fabric so massive and so exquisitely adjusted, and in its internal fabric making new categories of thought, new ways of thinking about life.
Notwithstanding my experiments with electricity the thunderbolt continues to fall under our noses and beards; and as for the tyrant, there are a million of us still engaged at snatching away his sceptre.
But matchless Franklin! What a fewAnd turned the lightning's darts aside.
A million hearts here wait our call, And have some welcome news for each.
An ideal's love-fraught, imperious callThat bids the spheres become articulate.
This is a marvel of the universe:A quickened hand plucks off the message terse.
