Since you are back in that era, you should educate them on the virtues of a lens hood.
Since you are back in that era, you should educate them on the virtues of a lens hood.
I'm not back in that era any more.
Actually, I didn't die in 1915. Paul Rudolph had me kidnapped and held incommunicado. He thought he could force me to design more lenses for Zeiss, of course I refused. After Zeiss added Goerz to the Zeiss-Ikon combine in 1926, I escaped and worked as a stoker and engine tender in the municipal powerplant at Bad Kreuznach. These years were very difficult, what with the Weimar mess, the rise of those verfluchte nazis, and ultimately WWII. At the end of the war,I was living in the rail tunnel through the Erpeler Ley (across the Rhine at Remagen), tending mushrooms. I came to this country in 1960. I have no explanation for my extreme longevity; in fact, I've barely aged at all since 1915. Perhaps it's the side effects of the will-breaking drugs Rudolph and his cronies tried to use on me.
One man's Mede is another man's Persian.
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