Elated? Tired? Dare we say it, a bit the worse for wear? After all, he had spent the previous day celebrating
his admission to the international club of Nobel prize-winners for his research
into the structure of DNA.
Rather endearingly, the telegram carrying the weighty news
(now in the Francis Crick archive in the Wellcome Library) is notable for its typos,
awarding the prize to James Deway (for Dewey) Watson and co for their ‘discoveries concerning the
molecular structure of nuclear (rather
than nucleic) acids and its
significance for information transfer in living material.’
Whatever, I doubt Crick felt the need to
telephone Telegrams Enquiry for ‘free repetition of doubtful words’ as
suggested on the telegram. In
characteristic style he instead threw an impromptu party at his Cambridge home,
the Golden Helix.
James Watson phoned up in the middle of the party to
congratulate him. Crick wrote back to
him the following week to apologise: “I’m sorry if I was incoherent, but there
was so much noise I could hardly hear what you said”.*
With my imaginary historian hat on, I would
suggest that a good time was had by all.
*Matt Ridley, Francis
Crick: Discoverer of the Genetic Code (2006), p.131
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