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Slow light is the propagation of an optical pulse or other modulation of an optical carrier at a very low group velocity. Slow light occurs when a propagating pulse is substantially slowed by the interaction with the medium in which the propagation takes place. Group velocities below c were known to be possible as far back as 1880, but could not be realized in a useful manner until 1991, when Stephen Harris and collaborators demonstrated electromagnetically induced transparency in trapped strontium atoms. Reduction of the speed of light by a factor of 165 was reported in 1995. In 1998, Danish physicist Lene Vestergaard Hau led a combined team from Harvard University and the Rowland Institute for Science which realized much lower group velocities of light. Th… more »

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You come to the door with your bleeding case of memories
There's room at the back for someone just like you
In the Cartesian theatre where everything is subjective
Blame yourself for the obstructed view
We're all of a mind when it comes to good and evil
Except for the part where we define which is which
Tonight we're on the lookout for the villain - if you spot him
The heroine requests you hit the kill switch

There once was a man
Because of the voice
Who went to the sea
It took him away
He started change
And when he came back
They called him insane

You pay what you can

In the costume drama that I've scripted for your pleasure
I play my own understudy waiting for the day
When I can take my place behind the curtain in the darkness
And offer myself up to your gaze
You got your armchair lovers, your wheelchair intellectuals
Shouting me down up in the gods; they say I'm debased
Cue the sheet metal thunder, the tympani of my blood, though
The life that I've been leading is something less than chaste

There once was a man
Because of the voice
Who went to the sea
It took him away
He started change
And when he came back
They called him insane

You pay what you can

Act 3. A decade hence. Interior by night
A photo of the ruins of the theatre of my lust
I would pay any price to see you on any stage
Be it in the round, proscenium, or thrust
And when the show is over and you file into the night
You mumble to the woman beside you: wasn't that a sight

You pay what you can
You pay what you can
You pay what you can

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