Hubo un tiempo en que la historia de este par de despistados que se dejaron la centrifugadora puesta durante un fin de semana era la referencia de un joven estudiante de primero de biología.
Ese estudiante se emocionaba al escuchar Genetic Engineer de OMD y soltó alguna lágrima el día en que, tumbado en una playa de Huelva, tuvo que reconocer que no podía llevar adelante los estudios y el trabajo a turnos.
Quiso competir con Dios en el privilegio de disponer de tal o cual forma los trocitos de química que hacen que lo inerte se convierta en animado y no pudo ser... lo mismo eso ha permitido que nos llevemos bien en una cordial indiferencia. A que lugar nos habría llevado un chaval con ínfulas de ser un nuevo Nietzsche con capacidad de poner una guanina aquí, una citosina allá y una tiamina por acullá...
Aún así, cuando accedo a algo relacionado con esto, siento que hay algo de mí en esa aventura que ocurrió cuando ni tan siquiera había nacido.
Antony Barrington-Brown (1927-2012)
An undergraduate friend of mine aspiring to be a journalist sought out stories on his own account. One day he gave me a tip-off that someone at the Cavendish Laboratory had made an important discovery, so could I take a picture to go with his story which he wanted to offer to Time magazine? So it was that I set off on my bicycle towing a two-wheeled trolley which carried my tripod and lights. I dragged the trolley up several flights of stairs and knocked at the door of one of dozens of similar rooms where research students worked.I was affably greeted by a couple of chaps lounging at a desk by the window, drinking coffee. “What’s all this about?” I asked. With an airy wave of the hand one of them, Crick I think, said “we’ve got this model” indicating an array of retort stands holding thin brass rods and balls. Although supposedly a chemist myself it meant absolutely nothing to me and fortunately they did not expose my ignorance by attempting to explain it in terms I might just have comprehended. Anyway, I had only come to get a picture so I set up my lights and camera and said “you’d better stand by it and look portentous” which they lamentably failed to do, treating my efforts as a bit of a joke. I took four frames of them with the model and then three or four back with their coffee.My ‘snaps’ came out well enough and my friend fired them with his story off to Time, but they never used it and sent me half a guinea (52p) for my pains. Several historians have spent a lot of effort trying to establish when the pictures were first published, but I have never known.”