Chapter 7
§07. Mysteriously glowing green meteorite
On that very day, during the afternoon hours, we ambled alongside the Thames River.
As one might discern from the term "we," I was not unaccompanied. Mrs. Curie trailed close behind, her countenance taut with anxiety. In truth, I had perceived this facet of her character previously, yet her unassertive demeanor took me by surprise.
Drawing upon historical biographies and tales of eminent figures, I had instinctively envisioned her as possessing a more self-assured and valiant manner.
I contemplated whether, perhaps, her inflexible personality had been molded by the prejudices and unfortunate circumstances of her era. Undoubtedly, she too must have experienced her own naive years within society.
No great individual is flawless from the outset.
I silently admired this concealed aspect of history.
And what of Mrs. Curie's present actions?
"Ugh…"