Tuesday, December 26, 2006

Path to progress is sprinkled with blood



Every word was a poem once. Every step by a bipedal man a rhythmic dance. But probably no one died attempting them.

Not all inventors were that fortunate.

Here is one of the first inventor-martyr. We salute him.

Published in The New Yorker November 27, 2006 Artist Peter Mueller

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