We waited until the blast had passed, walked out of the shelter and then it was extremely solemn. We knew the world would not be the same. A few peop… - Robert Oppenheimer

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We waited until the blast had passed, walked out of the shelter and then it was extremely solemn. We knew the world would not be the same. A few people laughed, a few people cried. Most people were silent. I remembered the line from the Hindu scripture, the Bhagavad-Gita: Vishnu is trying to persuade the Prince that he should do his duty and, to impress him, he takes on his multi-armed form and says, "Now I am become Death, the destroyer of worlds." I suppose we all thought that, one way or another.

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About Robert Oppenheimer

Julius Robert Oppenheimer (22 April 1904 – 18 February 1967) was an American physicist and the scientific director of the Manhattan Project.

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Birth Name: Julius Robert Oppenheimer
Also Known As: Oppie
Alternative Names: J. Robert Oppenheimer
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