HE WOKE UP SOMETIME THE next day on a hired coach bound for Cambridge – sharing a confined space with Isaac Newton, and a load of gear that Isaac had bought in London: a six-volume set of Theatrum Chemicum , * numerous small crates stuffed with straw, the long snouts of retorts poking out – canisters of stuff that smelled odd. Isaac was saying, 'If you throw up again, please aim for this bowl – I'm collecting bile.'