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a film by Flavia Dobrescu
Good evening, sir!
Who are you?
Newton
Sir Isaac Newton?!
Indeed!
And... how may I help you?
I've come from the Scientists' Pantheon
to ask you not to publish the Theory of Relativity!
I suppose you are going to ask me "why"
and I find myself compelled to explain myself.
My earthly life has been at least uncomfortable
And I've done far more sacrifices
in the name of science than you did.
As I hope you'll agree, this gives me the right
to claim my supremacy on this field!
And your theories...
are harming my authority.
You seem to disbelive me.
Do you want the whole story?
Well, why not... if you're up to it...
My father died three months before my birth
and, shortly after
my mom married a highly questionable man.
Every time I looked at him,
I felt like pouring pepper into his nose
We simply walked on each other's nerves.
So, my mom sent me to live with my grandma.
Grandma had a world of stories to tell, primarily about
the physical world itself... stories of speeds and vectors...
And than thast stupid stupid man came...
And told me that v=x...
... multiplied by t square!
Then, short after I turned 7
I had to honnorably attend my stepfather's funeral.
After that, I've lived with my moher on the family farm for a few month.
In the end she decided to send me to school.
The first years in school where interesting
but my inner peace didn't last long
because, somewhat unexpectedly,
my mom concluded I had received all the usefull information I needed.
So, she decided to bring me home and prepare me for a life of farming.
I was really lucky that
the school's priciple finally managed to persuade her
to leave me in school.
I've studied there for a few more years
and than I moved on to the university.
Since I've decided to go Cambridge,
I needed lots of money,
which my mom refused to provide.
Again, I've been very lucky
because my uncle decided to pay for my studies.
So, I went to Cambridge.
The only problem was
that my mom was not willing to send me any pocket money
so I had to earn it myself.
Now, about the well-known story of "Newton's apple"...
This is just a legend I've made up,
because the real story might have injured my immage...
Hello! May I help you?
Hello!
My name is Isaac Newton
and I belive you have just emptied a night potty
on my head.
Oh, my God! I'm so sorry!
I'm astonished that such a distinguished lady...
could do something like this!
What can I do if the sewing system hasn't been invented yet...
And than, it's not my fault that objects fall downwards...
It's just the way things work!
I have also wondered why.
It's weird, if you think of it.
They always fall downwards,
they never change direction!
Some time ago, in a spare moment,
I did some calculation on that matter.
Would you like to see it?
Wait a second... it should have it here...
Here you go!
Soo.. Sir Isaac,
will you finally tell us
how you come over this amazing idea?
Yes, yes... of course!
How should I explain?
It's simply that I was stuck by a night...
...I mean: by an apple.
That's it: a big, red apple...
wich triggerd all those associations...
Very interesting!
I hope I have conviced you
not to publish the thery of relativity
But my theory...
doesn't contradict yours!
OK... mabe it does a little bit.
But, look, my theory would check out
only if we were able to travel faster than the light...
Trust me, that is a really long way to go!
Anyway, in the more common world people will always be using your theories.
Sooo... I will remain famous!?
You can bet on this!
Are you sure?
Yes, I am.
Very, very sure?
Very-very, very-very, very sure!
Fine...
Then, my work here is done...
Goodbye to you, sir!
And I'm glad I could help you!
So, it's sure?
Yes! Very, very sure!
Although...
everything is quite relative...