But some of his other experiments were less successful. Once he perched on the roof of the barn, clutching the family umbrella and hyperventilating on the fresh mountain breeze until his body felt light and the dizziness in his head convinced him he could fly. Plunging to earth, he lay unconcious and was carried off to bed by his mother.
His sixteen-bug-power motor was, likewise, not an unqualified success. This was a light contrivance made of splinters forming a windmill, with a spindle and pulley attached to live June bugs. When the glued insects beat their wings, as they did desperately, the bug-power engine prepared to take off. This line of research was forever abandoned however when a young friend dropped by who fancied the taste of June bugs. Noticing a jarful standing near, he began cramming them into his mouth. The youthful inventor threw up.''
Adopted from "Tesla: Man out of time", by Margaret Cheney, 1981.
A look of wry amusement shone in the inventor's eyes. "There are many of us Serbs who sing," he said, "but there is nobody to listen to us."''
Adopted from "Tesla: man out of time", by Margaret Cheney, 1981.