Any science can be like that, if you understand it properly.
I have long thought that science should inspire great poetry, but scientists have published disappointingly few poems.
I gracefully admire those distinguished scientists whose native language is not English but who write it better than many native speakers.
Turing ate an apple that had injected with cyanide, having been arrested for homosexual activities in private (that’s what Britain was like as late as 1954).
Read Segan’s words. Read them again. Read them for that special kind of humility which only science can give, the special kind of humility with which this book began, and which we cannot afford to forget.