An NMR Christmas Carol

‘Twas twenty-one days before Christmas, when all through the firm not a professional was stirring, not even a squirm. The computers were closed on the desks with care, in hopes that yuletide merriment soon would be there. The architects were dressed in their threads, while visions of beef tenderloin, salmon and pasta danced in their heads. And engineers in their garb, and Principals in array, had just settled their brains for the NMR winter soiree. This year, NMR celebrated the…
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