ALAN LIGHTMAN. EINSTEIN’S DREAMS. Alan Lightman was born in Memphis,. Tennessee, in and educated at. Princeton and at the California Institute. A modern classic, Einstein’s Dreams is a fictional collage of stories dreamed by Albert Einstein in , about time, relativity and physics. As. “Einstein’s Dreams,” by Alan Lightman, strives to be a kind of post-modern hybrid of science writing and fantasy. It stands partly in the tradition.
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Pen-dulums lithtman clocks float mid-swing. Besso knows what that means. It is aworld of sincerity. Theyhave known each other since their stu-dent days in Zrich. For some time the two men are si-lent.
ligutman The man thinks briefly about the awardhe is to receive. They will have an infinite number ofcareers, they will marry an infinitenumber of times, they will change theirpolitics infinitely.
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The sender, ashort fat man with a mustache, is insul-ted. In the dead of night these cursedcitizens wrestle with their bedsheets,unable to rest, stricken with the know-ledge that they cannot change a singleaction, a single gesture. Three-storey houses withred-tiled roofs and dormer windows sitquietly on Aarstrasse, overlooking theriver. The woman with the brocade shiftsin her chair, uncrosses her legs beneaththe table.
Alife is the delicate, rapid edge of a clos-ing doors shadow. A vegetable cartmoves slowly through a street. When a gay party leaves a restaurant,the tables are more tidy than before. Friends havechanged with the changing angle of thesun.
allan While a fleri is said,cities crumble and are forgotten. Indeed, hasty actions breed mistakes. It is impossible to sell livingquarters elsewhere. Where the two times meet, despera-tion. Lightmwn while themovements of people are unpredict-able, the movement of time is predict-able. Minute by minute,new objects gain form. Hehas been idly observing the street. And it is these doubleunfortunates who give the only signthat time is a circle. The world repeats itself, pre-cisely, endlessly.
Thuseveryone travels at high velocity, togain time. In another, time is a nightingale, sometimes trapped by a bell jar. A ball tossed by achild from a balcony hurtles throughthe air like a bullet, a blur barely vis-ible. When her son standsin the night outside her house, she goesto bed early. In time, there arean infinity of worlds. Besso puts four cubes of sugar inhis coffee while Einstein gazes at theBernese Alps, far off in the distance andbarely visible through the haze.
Be-cause in this world time passes moreslowly for people in motion.
For in spring-time the populace become sick of theorder in their lives. In hours, hischeeks become pink, he stands stoopedover, straightens out, speaks to her. Yes, he must see heragain. Wouldnt notice youve been at thelarder much, says the other man.
The aromas of dates, mangoes,coriander, cumin are suspended inspace. This is thepicture he sees: Or thosewho have not seen the future and waitto live life?
The bookshelveshold notebooks of patents. In the shadows of a side street offAarbergergasse, a man and a womanlean against a wall, drink beer, and eatsmoked beef. An awning is cranked in ashop on Marktgasse.
Without finishingher packing, she rushes out of herhouse, this point of her life, rushesstraight to the future.
Looking for More Great Reads? As he sits, a darkrain cloud eunstein its way over the city. In the third world, he also decidesthat he must eibstein her again. Are thetwo events not connected? Dust on a windowsill. Thebarrister leaves home to argue a akan atthe Supreme Court when his daughtermakes a joke about his growing bald. In such a world, how could onebe responsible for his actions? A withered woman sits in a chairhardly moving, her face red andswollen, her eyesight almost gone, herhearing gone, her breathing scratchylike the rustle of dead leaves on stones.
Parents have passed away at mid-day or midnight. Once the phenomenon wasknown, a few people, anxious to stayyoung, moved to the mountains. Two menat the corner of Kochergasse are tryingto part but cannot, as if they wouldnever see each other again.