A compound of every science
The engineer was to them a microcosm, a compound of every science, a possessor of all human knowledge. It was better to be with Cyrus in a desert island, than without him in the most flourishing town in the United States. With him they could want nothing; with him they would never despair.
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Context: The castaways have lost their fire, and trust Harding to find a way to make another.
Not in a duel yet
Source: Part 1, Chapter 9