I started off reading about this guy who has a family but spends a lot of time at a casino, loses a lot of money (which is pretty inevitable on simple statistics), blames the casino rather than himself, and then involves his family in a complicated plot to get his revenge. At this point my sympathy for him is about zero. And then, as I read abut the bomb itself, and the care and planning that went into it, I found myself rooting for the guy.
This is a general failing of engineers. You can have a decent human being, but add the talent to look for solutions to problems, and the beauty of the solution can become a thing in itself. Oppenheimer understood this. Be careful out there, fellow Boingers, and never lose sight of the big picture.
