By L.C Woods
In opposed to the Tide: An Autobiographical Account of a pro Outsider, Leslie Woods relates the attention-grabbing tale of his lifestyles from fisherman's son in New Zealand to go of the Mathematical Institute on the collage of Oxford. After beginning at a alternate university, he gained a scholarship to a school, then joined the RNZAF, and later grew to become a fighter pilot within the Pacific. Woods then gained a Rhodes scholarship to Merton collage in Oxford after WWII. Following numerous years of study in aerodynamics, he grew to become a professor of engineering on the collage of recent South Wales. He additionally had a fellowship with Oxford's Balliol collage and had a consultancy at Culham Laboratory the place he researched the speculation of magnetically limited sizzling plasmas. In 1970, Woods grew to become a professor of plasma thought but turned disenchanted with the fusion power venture, which he believes survived on exaggerated claims of progress.Besides recounting his historical past, Woods explains why magnetic fusion has did not be triumphant and descriptions the philosophy of technology to which he subscribes. He writes frankly approximately either his successes and screw ups and finishes with an account of his taking on gliding on the age of seventy four.
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Bundles of the Auckland Star were delivered to a distribution point at the corner of Dominion and Valley Roads. The agent employed a gang of boys with their bikes, who were ready to distribute the papers to customers in nearby streets. I was given about a hundred papers to deliver to houses in three or four long streets—most houses in each street took the Star . The papers were carried in a canvas bag divided into two compartments, which ﬁtted over the top bar of the bike. The technique that I used—not approved by the agent—was to tightly roll each paper, bend it in the middle so that it would retain a boomerang shape and then ride down the middle of the road, throwing the rolled papers to the left and right into each front garden on my list.
Sometimes there would be two trams waiting for us and Bruce would always decide which one we should take. He would walk out and we would follow. I could never understand how he managed this. True, he was a school champion, but I was cleverer than he. Perhaps it required conﬁdence? So one day before Bruce moved, I said ‘Let’s take that tram’ and walked out. No one stirred until Bruce led them to the other tram; I travelled to school alone. But I decided that I did not want to be a follower in life and as it appeared that I was not a natural leader, I settled for being an outsider and later seldom regretted it.
This warning meant that I had to rise well before dawn to reap the harvest; my mother was impressed by my skill as a mushroom hunter. There was a blacksmith’s shed on the way to school. I often spent time watching him or his assistant perform miracles with glowing pieces of iron on the anvil, and watching a horse being shoed was a special treat. One day the blacksmith invited me to try my skill at tossing a penny into a funnel. He said it was diﬃcult and that not many boys could manage it. If I succeeded I could keep the penny.