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Ken Luehrsen, soon after Linda Bonen’s short period, had a different sort of experience in the Woese lab. He was an undergraduate at Illinois when he first encountered Woese as one of the instructors for a seminar in developmental biology, well outside Woese’s field of expertise. The logic behind this mismatch, according to Luehrsen, was that “other professors just liked to hear Carl’s take on things so they might incorporate some of his ideas into their own research.” Woese was notoriously brilliant, full of ideas, but jealous of his expended effort. “Undoubtedly, Carl found an opportunity to get a teaching credit where he didn’t have to do too much work.” In a seminar, students would be assigned to make presentations explicating this journal paper or that one, and Woese could easily moderate the discussion. He hated classroom teaching of the more arduous sort—preparing and delivering lectures, God forbid—because “he felt it took him away from his real love: understanding the origin and evolution of life.”

After the seminar acquaintance, Luehrsen went to this formidable figure and asked to do an honors project under his guidance. Woese not only accepted him but also, to Luehrsen’s surprise, “he plopped me down in his office,” a very small room containing two desks, both covered with chaotic stacks of papers, and said (either seriously or as a tease) that it was so he “could keep an eye on me.” Luehrsen was befuddled. Should he really be there? Should he scram whenever the phone rang and give Woese his privacy? His discomfort eased when he saw that Woese himself spent little time in that office and most of his time in the lab, “reading 16S rRNA fingerprints at his light board.”

After Woese’s death, Ken Luehrsen wrote a short memoir describing the man’s work, his temperament, and their interactions so long ago, for publication with other Woese tributes in a scientific journal. He brought it all to mind again when I tracked him down in San Carlos, California, on the edge of Silicon Valley, where he was now a senior scientist and biotech inventor in the late afternoon of his career, consulting for a small company lodged behind glass doors in an office park. By that time, he held many patents in biotechnology, for methodologies to create antibodies and other molecular products, and lived comfortably in an old counterculture enclave across the peninsula, a place known as Half Moon Bay, from which he could commute to the action. He worked when he felt like it. At this firm, he was the grizzled elder, surrounded by smart young colleagues seated in carrels, for whom “Woese” was at most a dimly recognizable name, like “Darwin” or “Fibonacci.” Tall and thin, with a goatee, relaxed and a little sardonic, Luehrsen suggested we escape downtown for sushi—after which we talked for most of the afternoon.

“I may have been a junior at the time,” he said about his first acquaintance with Woese. “I didn’t know anything.” Despite Luehrsen’s ignorance, the great man invested some effort in him; a private tutorial was less abhorrent to Woese than lecturing at banks of indifferent faces. “He explained to me what he was doing. I maybe understood a quarter of it.” But the youngster paid close attention and caught on fast. “I think he saw somebody who was interested, and I was a pretty hard worker.”

It was 1974 when Luehrsen joined the Woese lab as an undergraduate assistant, paired with a graduate student and assigned the unenviable job of extracting radioactive rRNA from bacterial cultures. They would dump ten millicuries (a large dose) of P-32 into this culture or that and, after overnight incubation to let the bacteria suck it up, spin the mixture in a centrifuge to gather the hot bacteria into a little pellet. After dissolving the pellet in a buffer, they would squash that brew through the laboratory version of a French press, not too unlike the one you might use for coffee. This served to rip open the bacterial cells and set their innards adrift. Luehrsen and his partner would then pull out the ribosomal RNA by chemical extraction, after which the different fractions—the 16S molecules versus the others, including that shorter one, known as 5S—were separated using Mitch Sogin’s home-built cylinders of acrylamide gel. In addition to acrylamide (today recognized as a probable carcinogen), they were working with phenol, chloroform, ethanol, and the radioactive phosphorus. “What a mess that often was! The Geiger counter was always screaming,” Luehrsen wrote in his memoir.

One of the bacteria he cultured and squashed was Clostridium perfringens, the microbe responsible for gas gangrene, an ugly form of necrosis that takes hold in muscle tissue made vulnerable by wounds, especially the sort that lay open among injured soldiers on battlefields. When he realized this, Luehrsen complained, but Woese “just chuckled and said not to worry” in the absence of an open wound. He had been to medical school for “two years and two days,” Woese said, and he could assure Luehrsen that Clostridium perfringens was unlikely to give him gangrene. Luehrsen took the episode as a lesson—not a lesson to trust Woese but to rely on his own perspicacity more—and never probed the matter of why Woese had quit medical school two days into his third-year rotation in pediatrics.

After graduating from Illinois in 1975, Ken Luehrsen stayed to work toward a PhD under Woese’s supervision, just as Woese shifted the lab’s focus, slightly but critically, in a way that would lead toward his most startling discovery. So far, they had targeted their molecular analyses on common bacteria and a few other single-celled organisms such as yeast—easy to obtain, easy to grow in the lab. But that was just a preliminary effort as they refined their methods. “One of the things he wanted to do was to look at unusual bacteria,” Luehrsen told me. Woese hoped this might give a view “deep into evolution,” where he could see “deep divergences” between one big branch of life and another. So he struck up a collaboration with a colleague in the Microbiology Department, Ralph Wolfe, one of the world’s leading experts in culturing a group known as the methanogens.

Methanogens: their name derives from an odd aspect of their biochemistry, producing methane as a byproduct while metabolizing hydrogen and carbon dioxide in environments lacking oxygen. To say it more plainly, these bugs generate swamp gas in muddy wetlands, from which it bubbles up, and similar gas in the bellies of cows, whence it emerges by belch and fart. Certain methanogens also thrive beneath the Greenland ice cap, deep in the oceans, and in other extreme environments, such as hot desert soils. Despite these shared metabolic traits, Ralph Wolfe advised Woese, there was an odd discontinuity among the assemblage of methanogens—discontinuity in terms of their shapes. Some were cocci (spherical), some were bacilli (rod shaped). Since the cocci and the bacilli were considered two distinct kinds of bacteria, microbiologists had been puzzled about how to classify the methanogens—together by metabolism or separately by shape. That conundrum captured Woese’s interest.

Having told me this much, and more, Ken Luehrsen finished our conversation and sent me away with some gifts. One was a black-and-white print of a photo he took in the mid-1970s, a snapshot, showing Woese at his light board, engrossed before a pattern of dark spots, with a handful of felt-tip pens for color coding what he saw, a pencil for data registry behind his right ear. Luehrsen’s other gift was a single yellowing sheet—not a copy, the original—from his own notebook of the time. It was a catalog of fragments from an organism, more of those telling blurts of the four coding letters, neatly recorded in two columns. UCUCG. CAAG. GGGAAU, and dozens more. At the top, also hand lettered, an abbreviation indicated the name of the organism as it was known at the time: Methanobacterium ruminantium. Later, I realized that, notwithstanding the name, this was no bacterium. Luehrsen had given me the genetic rap sheet on a separate form of life.

Annotating RNA fragments on a “fingerprint” film.