November 2, 1952, 12:37 PM.
In the standalone house on Princeton Marshal Street, Einstein hadn't slept for a whole day and night.
Studying all night for over 24 hours was tantamount to challenging death for his over-seventy-year-old body.
But...
He couldn't stop at all.
In the past 24 hours of sleeplessness and starvation, he just sat there at the desk in the study motionless.
The fountain pen, having been dipped in ink several times, scribbled furiously, and the draft papers used for calculations flew all over the room, now still being tossed up one after another from the desk, fluttering to the ground.
"Universe... constant..."
Einstein's voice was hoarse, licking his lips chapped from not drinking for a long time.
He was too excited.
Too thrilled.
Never had he thought that one day he would be picking up the research he proposed and dismissed, achieving a breakthrough again!
His eyes were like torches, staring at the lines and lines of derivations on the draft paper.
