Arthur squinted his eyes.
Wheatstone didn't care and continued to perform. He slowly walked to the window, turning his back to Arthur, and suddenly raised his voice: "And what about me? I'm still here, entangled with Gauss's correspondence, three-dimensional space, and natural laws."
He spun around abruptly, spreading his arms: "How narrow-minded I am! How selfish!"
Arthur finally couldn't hold back and spoke: "Charles..."
"Don't interrupt me!" Wheatstone raised his hand to stop him, his expression painful: "Let me finish. You're right, Arthur, not everyone has the privilege or fortune to be accountable only to the truth. Some people... are destined to be accountable to the people!"
Arthur took his pipe out of his mouth and slowly exhaled a puff of smoke: "If you're trying to satirize me, you might as well be straightforward."
