Word: scientists
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Knowles' colleagues say that his interests are extensive and that he possesses an appreciation for the humanities that is rare for a scientist of his caliber...
...there is any specimen lower than a fornicating preacher, it must be a shady scientist. The dissolute evangelist betrays his one revealed Truth, but the scientist who rushes half-cocked into print or, worse yet, falsifies the data subverts the whole idea of truth. Cold fusion in a teacup? Or, as biologists (then at M.I.T.) David Baltimore and Thereza Imanishi-Kari claimed in a controversial 1986 article that the National Institutes of Health has now judged to be fraudulent, genes from one mouse mysteriously "imitating" those from another? Sure, and parallel lines might as well meet somewhere or apples leap...
Baltimore, the Nobel laureate and since 1990 president of Rockefeller University, has apologized, after a fashion, for his role in the alleged fraud, and many feel that the matter should be left to rest. He didn't, after all, falsify the data himself; he merely signed on as senior scientist to Imanishi-Kari's now discredited findings. But when a young postdoctoral fellow named Margot O'Toole tried to blow the whistle, Baltimore pooh-poohed O'Toole's evidence and stood by while she lost her job. Then, as the feds closed in, he launched a bold, misguided defense...
...falsifying data lay outside our moral universe. The least you could do as a scientist was record exactly what you observed (in ink, in notebooks that never left the lab). The most you could do was arrange the experimental circumstances so as to entrap the elusive It and squeeze out some small confession: This is how the enzyme works, or the protein folds, or the gene makes known its message. But always, and no matter what, you let It do the talking. And when It spoke, which wasn't often, your reward, as one of my professors used...
...comes not from any graphic sex, for there is none, but from the pristine virtuosity of Haynes' craft. In three interlocking stories inspired by Jean Genet, this homoerotic Intolerance details the . toxicity of prejudice, fear and disease, as played out in a tumid hothouse of forbidden sexual longing. A scientist who turns leprous when he drinks a sex potion; a prisoner who finds brief orgasmic release, and pays for it; a child who kills his abusive father -- all are outcasts, poison to society. Only the child escapes, jumping from a window and soaring into his idea of heaven: oblivion...