（外文电子版资料）Theodore Sturgeon - Microcosmic God.pdfVIP

MICROCOSMIC GOD MICROCOSMIC GOD by Theodore Sturgeon Here is a story about a man who had too much power, and a man who took too much, but don’t worry; I’m not going political on you. The man who had the power was named James Kidder and the other was his banker. Kidder was quite a guy. He was a scientist and he lived on a small island off the New England coast all by him-self. He wasn’t the dwarfed little gnome of a mad scientist you read about. His hobby wasn’t personal profit, and he wasn’t a megalomaniac with a Russian name and no scruples. He wasn’t insidious, and he wasn’t even partic-ularly subversive. He kept his hair cut and his nails clean and lived and thought like a reasonable human being. He was slightly on the baby- faced side; he was inclined to be a hermit; he was short and plump and-brilliant. His spe-cialty was biochemistry, and he was always called Mr. Kidder. Not “Dr.” Not “Professor.” Just Mr. Kidder. He was an odd sort of apple and always had been. He had never graduated from any college or university be-cause he found them too slow for him, and too rigid in their approach to education. He couldn’t get used to the idea that perhaps his professors knew what they were talk-ing about. That went for his texts, too. He was always ask-ing questions, and didn’t mind very much when they were embarrassing. He considered Gregor Mendel a bungling liar, Darwin an amusing philosopher, and Luther Burbank a sensationalist. He never opened his mouth without leav-ing his victim feeling breathless. If he was talking to some-one who had knowledge, he went in there and got it, leav-ing his victim breathless. If he was talking to someone whose knowledge was already in his possession, he only asked repeatedly, “How do you know?” His most delect-able pleasure was cutting a fanatical eugenicist into conversational ribbons. So people left him alone and never, never asked him to tea. He was polite, but not politic. He had a little money of hi