ANTONIO MEUCCI
...Walking past Meucci’s open
study door she spied him—with his long beard, longer than
Garibaldi’s and long
face with those sagging features of a man with as many
thoughts as cares—at his
workbench, though it was not yet seven, pouring steaming
brownish liquids into
strange swan-necked bottles. One morning she was so taken by
his dedicated
expression that she stopped to ask what he was doing.
“An improved manufacturing method for beer, Signorina.”
Apparently, beer needed improvement as much as candles. Only an exceptional mind could concern itself with such things. Today she said what she thought: “Meucci, you’re a genius.”
“Let’s say a scientist. At any rate, I like to study objects. I wonder how to make them better.”
“An improved manufacturing method for beer, Signorina.”
Apparently, beer needed improvement as much as candles. Only an exceptional mind could concern itself with such things. Today she said what she thought: “Meucci, you’re a genius.”
“Let’s say a scientist. At any rate, I like to study objects. I wonder how to make them better.”

In a note dated 1857 Meucci
describes his
telephone: “it consists in a vibrating diaphragm and in a magnet
electrified by
a wire wounded around it. When the diaphragm vibrates the magnet
modifies the
wire current. These modifications, once they reach the other end
of the wire,
impresses similar vibrations to the receiving diaphragm, which
reproduces the
words.”

The first phone call in Italy. Milano - Palazzo Marino (1877)