| Text. The Last Weeks
Olimov’s stay in England was coming to an end. During the final weeks Charles and he worked against time trying to solve the remaining problems. They had both become a team admiring each other’s inventiveness and capacity for work. Every day they would come to Charles’s office, take off their coats and get down to business. There were a great many tables of figures, and a pile of x-ray photographs. They had been through most of them so often that they knew them almost by heart. But they went through them again and again, more carefully than ever sifting all the evidence from the experiments. From time to time a point would become clear to them both simultaneously. Each was proud of the work he had done himself and full of respect for the contribution of the other. They spoke only in monosyllables, or in numbers, understanding each other instantly. Now that it was all over, the long hard days no longer seemed to matter. No one, they realized, could have worked with greater concentration.
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