Chapter

 1 1|             and that our imperfect science vainly tries to resolve. ~
 2 1|    pleasure to a poet and a man of science?" ~While he spoke, the jealous
 3 1|            his order. A few men of science mingled in the conversation,
 4 1| stultification of intellects. Art, science, public works, everything,
 5 1|            and there, you have all science." ~"Simpleton!" cried the
 6 1|       Simpleton!" cried the man of science, "your problem is settled
 7 1|         the chalice filled up with science, carbonic acid gas, perfumes,
 8 1|            this last word of moral science is scarcely more than the
 9 1|  susceptible nature? Some day when science has attained to a pitch
10 2|           and open up new paths in science. ~"There ends that fair
11 2|         trances; and on the morrow science would beckon me, smiling,
12 2|           an insoluble problem for science. The countess sat in silence
13 2|          either my imperfect moral science had left me a good deal
14 2|            me drop my pen, and put science and study to flight in grief
15 2|    combination of lover and man of science, of downright idolatry of
16 2|          interesting to the man of science; and the exultant lover,
17 2|             on the other hand, put science far away from him in his
18 2|      animal satisfaction, in which science has tried to find a soul,
19 3|   contributed an important page to science, and have now bidden her
20 3|          pair of ducks. The man of science was middle-aged; he had
21 3|             the student and man of science, looked respectfully at
22 3|      modesty and pride of a man of science; the pride full of obstinacy,
23 3|          product," said the man of science, when he had turned his
24 3|         good " ~"This," the man of science interrupted, as he resumed, "
25 3|          This," replied the man of science, as he flung himself down
26 3|           and has made it known to science, for as a matter of fact
27 3|         Quite so," said the man of science. "I understand. The remains
28 3|            iron bars. The field of science is boundless, but human
29 3|            from this visit, all of science that man can grasp, a terminology
30 3|    construction. The modest man of science smiles at his admirers,
31 3|          he can but direct it; and science consists in learning from
32 3|       himself, and led the life of science for the sake of science. ~"
33 3|            science for the sake of science. ~"It is inexplicable,"
34 3|         fashion, sir, always treat science rather superciliously,"
35 3|         produce? The object of the science of mechanics is either the
36 3|          or extend them. The whole science, sir, rests upon a single
37 3|         Yet it is the whole of our science for all that. Our machines
38 3|           are speed and force? Our science is as powerless to tell
39 3|        ball," continued the man of science, "there is an abyss confronting
40 3|           in this way," the man of science went on, without reflecting
41 3|           understand." ~The man of science smiled. He went up to a
42 3|     thousand-fold," and the man of science pointed out to the marquis
43 3|          He and no other, sir. The science of mechanics knows no simpler
44 3|     grandest problem of mechanical science effected during the interval;
45 3|           all the thunderbolts his science wotted of fell harmless
46 3|        find no God in the heavens. Science had been powerless; acids,
47 3|        incompetence and failure of science and of fire; but the flexibility
48 3|        might have the last word of science. Thanks to his wealth and
49 3|          Horace Bianchon, a man of science with a future before him,
50 3|           in material and positive science, who see in man a complete
51 3|                What is the good of science?" Raphael moaned. "Here
52 3|          personal element in human science. Believe me, Raphael, we
53 3|        medicine, as in every other science. So endeavor to live wholesomely;
54 3|            tree. ~The key of every science is, beyond cavil, the mark
55 3|          marvel and the despair of science, Raphael, in his slumber,