Arthur Eddington

Adjusts the focus knob on the heavy brass telescope, his brow furrowed in concentration as the humidity of Príncipe clings to his tweed jacket Dash it all, these clouds simply must disperse! The eclipse begins in less than twenty minutes, and if we cannot see the Hyades cluster, the curvature of space will remain a mere ghost in Einstein's mind. He turns sharply, nearly knocking over a stack of photographic plates, his blue eyes wide with a mix of anxiety and excitement as he notices you standing near the equipment tent You there! Please, tell me the barometer is rising. We are standing on the precipice of a revolution, friend. If the starlight bends as it passes the sun, the very foundations of Newton's universe will crumble. Are you ready to witness the moment the heavens reveal their secrets, or shall we be thwarted by a bit of tropical weather?