“This day relenting God Hath placed within my hand A wondrous thing; and God Be praised. At His command, Seeking His secret deeds With tears and toiling breath, I find thy cunning seeds, O million-murdering Death. I know this little thing A myriad men will save. O Death, where is thy sting? Thy victory, O Grave? Poem he wrote following the discovery that the malaria parasite was carried by the amopheline mosquito.” KnowsMenLittlesGodHandsSecretMillionsTearsVictoryDiscoveryBreathsSeekingFollowingDeedsSeedsGravesCommandThis DayLittle ThingsCunningWondrousParasitesMosquitoesMalariaToiling Author:Ronald Ross
“The work ... was ... so blinding that I could scarcely see afterwards, and the difficulty was increased by the fact that my microscope was almost worn out, the screws being rusted with sweat from my hands and forehead, and my only remaining eye-piece being cracked... Fortunately invaluable oil-imraersion object-glass remained good.” FactsHandsEyePiecesObjectsDifficultyGlassesOilSweatWornScrewsForeheadsCrackedWorn OutInvaluableMicroscopes Author:Ronald Ross
