the last words

where he spent the next five months reading Lucretius, playing backgammon and falling into lakes.

[...] in the quiet chamber where Isaac Newton made his private experiments, splitting light through a prism and throwing rainbows into the minds of his age.

In me thou seest the twilight of such day
As after sunset fadeth in the west,
Which by and by black night doth take away,
Death's second self that seals up all in rest;