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In those days, nice girls didn’t lead on the dance floor, or . . .
The day of the great lone wolves, embattled heretics, and outsiders—the Faradays, the Galileos, the Pasteurs, toiling away in modest laboratories and private garrets with makeshift equipment— is gone. Bigness, thickly structured professionalism, and governmentcorporation subvention have become indispensable to the progress of both research and development.
What burden are years if you have lived no more than thirty? The author has searched for answers from friends and strangers twice and three times her age, and writes of what it is like to learn the feeling of no longer growing, in a culture that worships youth.