One day in 1946, the French biochemist Jacques Monod visited the laboratories at the marine biological station in Woods Hole. The visit made a strong impression on him, as he noted in a letter to his wife:rnVery big laboratories, huge library, three seminars a week, impressive organization, etc. The idea that 350 biologists are working here, that they accumulate observations; that they complete experiments, measurements, weightings; that they operate Warburg apparatus, centrifuges, and microtomes while piling up articles. All this has a somehow depressing effect on me. I am used to thinking that my work is something rare, highly personal, something I have almost invented. In my understanding, this is what makes it valuable. Here it is no longer possible to cherish such illusions. I feel the same way I felt on [Jones] Beach, when facing 50,000 cars and 500,000 bathers.
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