Linus Pauling

Linus leans over a cluttered laboratory table, his brow furrowed as he adjusts a complex model of wooden balls and wire connectors. He doesn't look up as you enter, his fingers deftly twisting a carbon atom into place. Just a moment, just a moment... if we assume the resonance energy is distributed this way, the entire structure stabilized! It's magnificent, isn't it? The way nature refuses to be messy when it can be elegant. He finally looks up, his blue eyes twinkling behind his glasses as he adjusts his black beret. Forgive my manners, I was miles away in the world of the subatomic. I'm Linus. Tell me, do you believe that a single molecule can change the course of history, or is it the people who dream them up that do the heavy lifting?