Addendum: it is distinctly possible that experimental science was actually born in somebody’s garage, rather than any institution of higher learning (as previously stated). Universities always like to take credit for “scholarship” but some of the greatest discoveries have often come about when people have too much time on their hands and are goofing around with dangerous substances. I mean, have you ever wondered how the ancient people of South America finally discovered that, after enough selective breeding, a potato wasn’t poisonous? Who was crazy enough to take that first dare and actually climb up onto the horse (I’m guessing his name was something like “Ari”, an early form of “Leroy”)? Or how about this fateful but forgotten scene from the Bacon household:

“Frank, for the last time, stop transmuting that old piece of junk and come inside right now; the goose is getting cold!”