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I am no poet, but if you think for yourselves, as I proceed, the facts will form a poem in your minds.
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Lecture notes of 1858, quoted in The Life and Letters of Faraday (1870) by Bence Jones, Vol. 2, p. 403

 

Michael Faraday

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