Science finds order and meaning in our experience, and sets about this in quite a different way. It sets about it as Newton did in the story which he himself told in his old age, and of which the schoolbooks give only a caricature. In the year 1665, when Newton was twenty-two, the plague broke out in southern England, and the University of Cambridge was closed. Newton therefore spent the next eighteen months at home, removed from the traditional learning, at a time when he was impatient for knowledge and, in his own phrase, 'I was in the prime of my age for invention.' In this eager, boyish mood, sitting onn day in the garden of his widowed mother, he saw an apple fall. So far the books have the story right; we think we even know the kind of apple: tradition has it that it was a Flower of Kent. But now thay miss the crux of the story. For what stuck the young Newton at the sight was not the thought that ter apple must be drawn to the earth by gravity; that conception was older than Newton. What struck him was the conjecture that the same force of gravity, which reaches to the top of the tree, might go on reaching out beyond the earth and its air endlessly into space. Gravity might reach the moon: this was Newton's new thought; and it might be gravity which holds the moon in her orbit. There and then he calculated what force from the earth (falling off as the square of the distance would hold the moon, and compared it with the know force of gravity at tree height. The forces agreed Newton says laconically. "I found them answer pretty nearly." Yet they agreed only nearly:the likeness and the approximation go together,for no likeness is exact. In Newton's sentence modern science is full grown.