Stubbornly Persistent
In March of 1955, Albert Einstein sat down to write a letter. His closest friend had just died. They had met as students in Zurich a half-century earlier, and Besso was the only person Einstein thanked by name in the 1905 paper that introduced special relativity to the world. Einstein, seventy-six and frail, picked up his pen. The line that has outlived both of them sits near the end. Now he has departed from this strange world a little ahead of me. That means nothing. For us believing physicis
















