On a cloudless morning in late 1943, a blue-eyed six-feet tall man with close-cropped hair wearing a big-brimmed brown porkpie hat stood somewhere in the middle of Los Alamos in New Mexico, United States, chain-smoking cigarettes and reciting passages from the Bhagavad Gita. It was Chapter 11, Verse 32 of the Bhagavad Gita, “Shrī-bhagavān uvācha, kālo ’smi loka-kṣhaya-kṛit pravṛiddho, lokān …
This is what it’s like to get “the call” — the Swedish Academy of Sciences ringing you up to say you won the Nobel Prize. Can I talk to the guys from the Swedish Nobel Committee?” Over the next nine minutes, Clauser recounted to the Swedish Academy the difficult road that eventually led to a Nobel-awarding phone call — albeit …
