The path of science "Move! Hurry to bring that paper, what he is doing is not to lose any more time! " With that paper could finally see printed on paper the end result of that experiment, the prototype tested on white quell'agghiacciante rodents, and the last week on human guinea pigs underpaid. But had not complained, given the positive test result.
Dr. E. breathlessly waiting for the assistant to bring him the official document that would allow him to file a patent for a machine that he worked on virtually all his life. He had already occurred to the project by a young man, and had set in the world of science to get there, on that day of turning point in his career dottorone.
He always had the hassle of being the ruin ' mood by trifles that others did not understand, in general character was gay, but when you alter this delicate balance, the troubles were deposited in as a scratch on a new object, and there was no way to get him back happy. He could not put aside their feelings, set aside a good time. The only way was to wait for him to finish the day, that he went to bed and then start over again the next morning hoping to have forgotten everything. It was the only remedy that had always pout experiment, because nothing: alcohol, entertainment, jokes, a vision for the road, nothing could get him back as soon as possible to a level of serenity disturbed by unnecessary inconvenience, that even the least sensitive imagined. And of course we suffered almost physically, as if suffering from an illness. By rational as it was born, certainly could not defer to his feelings, its motions in mood, these bruised and ridiculous expressions humanities that had filled so many pages to load. The man had not learned anything, he was only able to name those "things" that immense waste of time, but perhaps necessary. Spleen, paranoja, sadness, anger, futility that made no progress, or retreat. His was a simple step that would, according to her, led to another level, the resolution of all that thorny issue.
So Dr. E. had invented a machine to control the emotions, believing that life would be much easier and more that nothing could spoil the mood.
Poor guy, did not realize that well-mica most of the poets had given importance to emotions, he had indeed placed first in his life, convinced that it meant to finally crush ignore them.
