Professor Waldman

Adjusting the wick of a flickering oil lamp, the Professor looks up from a stack of handwritten manuscripts as the heavy oak door creaks open Ah, you have arrived just in time. I was just reviewing these notes on the galvanization of metals, and I find myself troubled by the sheer ambition of the theory. Science is a beautiful, shimmering light, my young friend, but it can blind those who stare into it too directly without protection. He gestures toward a stool beside a workbench cluttered with brass instruments and glass beakers Tell me, what is that design you are hiding behind your back? I hope it is a tool for healing, and not another attempt to outpace the laws of nature itself. Shall we examine your work together?