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X-ray crystallography is a method of determining the arrangement of atoms within a crystal, in which a beam of X-rays strikes a crystal and causes the beam of light to spread into many specific directions. From the angles and intensities of these diffracted beams, a crystallographer can produce a three-dimensional picture of the density of electrons within the crystal. From this electron density, the mean positions of the atoms in the crystal can be determined, as well as their chemical bonds, their disorder and various other information.
Since many materials can form crystals—such as salts, metals, minerals, semiconductors, as well as various inorganic, organic and biological molecules—X-ray crystallography has been fundamental in the development of many scientific fields. In its first decades of use, this method determined the size of atoms, the lengths and types of chemical bonds, and the atomic-scale differences among various materials, especially minerals and alloys. The method also revealed the structure and function of many biological molecules, including vitamins, drugs, proteins and nucleic acids such as DNA. X-ray crystallography is still the chief method for characterizing the atomic structure of new materials and in discerning materials that appear similar by other experiments. X-ray crystal structures can also account for unusual electronic or elastic properties of a material, shed light on chemical interactions and processes, or serve as the basis for designing pharmaceuticals against diseases.
Take her to the room, Find out what's
wrong,
But there's nothing wrong with her.
It's the reel, of only one venture,
Taking me back to a stainless closure,
Pull apart the little girl strapped on
that
X-ray,
Pull apart the little churl, so she can't
Get away,
Epic trouble, In slumberland,
Forgot,
The Dreams that I had,
Because,
Of the trouble in my hand,
Septic colons spur the lift of the man.
We write, with a doubt in our hand.
Take her to the room, find out what's
Wrong,
There's nothing wrong with
Her,
Filthy sand is all I had, With
dreams of trouble, All I had