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The Sacred and the Profane
Tosupplywhat’smissingwouldtakeamindasgreatashis."
"I’llfindhim—ifIhavetodropeveryotherthingI’mdoing."
"—andifhe’sstillalive."
Sheheardtheunstatedguessinthetoneofhisvoice."Whydoyousayitlikethat?"
"Idon’tthinkheis.Ifhewere,wouldheleaveaninventionofthiskindtorotonajunkpile?Wouldheabandonanachievementofthissize?Ifhewerestillalive,youwouldhavehadthelocomotiveswiththeself-generatorsyearsago.Andyouwouldn’thavehadtolookforhim,becausethewholeworldwouldknowhisnamebynow."
"Idon’tthinkthismodelwasmadesoverylongago."
Helookedatthepaperofthemanuscriptandattherustytarnishofthemotor."Abouttenyearsago,I’dguess.Maybealittlelonger."
"We’vegottofindhimorsomebodywhoknewhim.Thisismoreimportant—"
"—thananythingownedormanufacturedbyanyonetoday.Idon’tthinkwe’llfindhim.Andifwedon’t,nobodywillbeabletorepeathisperformance.Nobodywillrebuildhismotor.There’snotenoughofitleft.It’sonlyalead,aninvaluablelead,butitwouldtakethesortofmindthat’sbornonceinacentury,tocompleteit.Doyouseeourpresent-daymotordesignersattemptingit?"
"No."
"There’snotafirst-ratedesignerleft.Therehasn’tbeenanewideainmotorsforyears.