Chapter 360: ,sensation

Beethoven has just returned to Vienna from Heiligenstadt. In the previous period, his hearing problem has become more and more serious. It has even developed to the point that even if someone yells into his ears, he almost Can't hear anything.
As a musician, there is nothing more terrifying than this. Amidst anxiety, Beethoven had severe diarrhea again. After consulting a doctor, he decided to leave Vienna and go to Heiligenstadt in the outskirts to recuperate.
In Heiligenstadt, Beethoven's diarrhea problem was solved, but the ear problem did not alleviate, and even worsened. At last he was almost completely deaf. This made the strong Beethoven desperate. He once wanted to commit suicide, and even left a famous suicide note to his brother.
But Beethoven finally defeated despair with courage enough to make the entire mankind proud, and once again returned to the center of music, the city of Vienna.
In Vienna, Beethoven continued to maintain the habit formed in Heiligenstadt. Every morning, he left his residence and went for a walk in the park not far away, accompanied by his student Karl Cherny.
Maybe it was because he successfully wrote a melody that satisfied him yesterday, so Beethoven was in a pretty good mood. He strode forward, like the legendary monster that can separate the sea. Carl Czerny, a half-year-old kid, trot all the way and followed with fear, while looking around, for fear that his teacher would be killed by a carriage that appeared suddenly-because his teacher Mr. Beethoven could not hear The sound of horseshoes and bells.
As Beethoven walked, he hummed the melody he wrote last night. But Beethoven’s ears couldn’t hear his own humming sound, so the tunes he hummed were actually out of tune—just like some people in later generations listened to music with headphones and sang along—with As for Che Neil, who followed him behind and compiled the records for him, no one could hear what the tune originally looked like.
Just arriving at the gate of the park, a huge exclamation came over. The sound was so loud that even Beethoven, who was almost completely deaf, heard it.
Beethoven raised his head in surprise, looked over there, and said at the same time: "Carl, what's the matter?" At the same time, the surprise on his face disappeared because he didn't listen. To the voice of oneself talking.
At this time, a student-like person with a look of excitement hurriedly approached them with a newspaper in his hand. The student kept mumbling something in his mouth, and from time to time he waved his clenched fist twice in the air. Che Neil vaguely heard these words: "Work hard... Come on... Go to Paris... Long live!... Paris!"
Che Nier hurriedly stopped the student and asked, "Sir, what happened? Is there a war?"
"War?" The student stopped. "Yes, it is a war. The clarion call for a big march to the unknown territory of this world has been sounded. I can't wait to join this glorious holy war! "
"Ah, sir, who is the war with?" Cherny didn't understand.
"And the unknown, and everything about the unknown! You can buy a newspaper and see it! I'm going to the library now, ah... I've never been as full of fighting spirit as I am today!" The student said this. Ran away.
"Newspapers? By the way, newspapers." Chen Nier looked around and saw a newsboy holding a stack of newly printed newspapers, coming from there, running, and shouting: "The French Academy of Sciences has established a hundred The amazing ten thousand francs award rewards those scholars who have made great achievements in exploring the unknown world!"
A group of people surrounded him at once. Che Neil relied on his small size and got into the gap in the crowd. After a while, he got out again with a newspaper and ran to Bedo, who was smiling and looking at him. In front of Fen.
"Carl, your clothes are crumpled." Beethoven said in stumbling language.
Beethoven can no longer hear his own voice, so when he speaks, the pitch and the height of the voice are difficult to control and adjust. It is not easy for others to understand what he is saying. This naturally makes Beethoven even more. 'S withdrawn. Fortunately, Che Neil is one of the few people who can understand what Beethoven is saying.
"Sir, take a look at this newspaper." Chen Nier handed Beethoven the newspaper in his hand. "I couldn't get the "Science Pravda", only "Kommersant", but the news is also Yes, and the same is on the front page."
Che Neil knew that Beethoven didn't like Kommersant newspapers that were full of ethical atmosphere. But at that time, there were too many people and too few newspapers. It was good to be able to grab such a copy.
Beethoven took over the newspaper, and a line of text came into his eyes: "The French Academy of Sciences has established the'Prometheus' prize with a prize of up to one million francs!"
"One million francs" uses Arabic numerals, and the series of zeros at the back almost make people's eyes dazzling. Compared with the pound sterling, the value of the franc is actually much lower. In terms of gold, the gold content of one franc is about 0.29 grams of gold, while the value of one pound is about 7.32 grams of gold. But one million francs, when converted into gold, is also a full 290 kilograms of gold, so much gold, which is enough to make most people who see this news go crazy. Even people like Beethoven who treat money like dung are still shocked.
"The French really value science very much." Beethoven sighed.
"Isn't it? One million francs is really unimaginable. You say it is not." Chen Nier also exclaimed.
"Carl, do you regret learning music?" Beethoven did not actually hear Chenier's sigh, but the French's emphasis on science is actually very appetite for Beethoven, because in Beethoven's view, science is also important Talent and hard work, not background. So when Beethoven asked this question, he was joking, and his face was full of smiles.
"No, I have a headache when I see the numbers... Teacher, I don't think we can do this. Let's work hard to write the prelude to the Olympics."
But in the UK, when Watt and the others saw this news, they were not as calm as Beethoven.
"God, this guy is so generous? A guy is a million francs! With so much money, this is really, a guy has become a millionaire. William, have you moved?" Watt asked his assistant William Murdoch asked.
Murdoch smiled and said: "I remember you mentioned this to me a few months ago. I remember this award is for basic science, not technology. Except for medicine, basically, anything Patented and technical items are not within the scope of the award. Well, Mr. Watt, I think it’s too late for my age to change to medical school. Even my son is too late. I can only count on me now. Grandson who knows where."
"To say that Dean Bonaparte did mention such things to me at the time. He said that basic science research is no less difficult than technology—well, I think it actually surpasses technology, at least those damned I can’t understand many of the mathematics of the world-but researching basic science is not like researching technology. You can bring yourself patents. You can’t invent a solution to an equation and then ask each to use this method. People who solve the equation will pay you royalties, right?
So he proposed to set up such a bonus to encourage those who devote themselves to basic scientific research and also allow them to get a certain amount of wealth compensation. After all, people who can achieve great achievements in basic science are very smart people. If they use their wisdom to do other things, they can probably make more money.
I very much agreed with his proposal at the time. The only thing I did not expect was that the French were so generous. At first I thought that a bonus of 10,000 francs would be very generous. Well, yes, he also invited me to be a member of the award committee. As a member of the awards committee, I have the right to recommend a candidate and cast a vote during the selection process. "
"Then sir~EbookFREE.me~ whom are you going to recommend?" Although I know that this matter must have nothing to do with me, I am still full of interest in who will be the lucky one who has the chance to win the grand prize of 1 million francs. . Yes, as long as he can be shortlisted in this candidate circle, he is lucky, because even if he can't get the final prize, he can be shortlisted, which in itself will bring him a huge reputation.
"Ah, this question, the awards to be awarded this year are mathematics and medicine. To be honest, there is no suspense about medicine in these two awards. It must be the Irishman named Carol. Well, in the UK, There are certainly many people who don’t want to see him win the award because of his political attitude... But considering his epoch-making significance in medicine for his research on bacteria. I think this award should be uncontroversial. ."
"So, what about math?" Murdoch asked.
"Mathematics, the competition is fierce. I plan to support Mr. Gauss, Dean Bonaparte's assistant. Although Mr. Laplace and Mr. Fourier also have high voices. But I think I am more willing to support Gauss. Mr. One. Although he shouldn’t need me to recommend him. Unfortunately, in the two projects this year, we British people basically only have to watch movies. I would like to recommend a British scientist, but in mathematics and In these two fields of medicine, obviously we are lagging behind the European continent. Well, maybe I should raise this question at the Wangjia Academy of Sciences meeting this year."