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1<br />
TWELVE THOUSAND YEARS OF<br />
SOLITUDE<br />
Everything was ready. I selected one of the diamond-tipped bits from the sterile rack and tightened<br />
it into the jaws of the high-speed drill. Turning the dial up to 500 revolutions a second, I looked<br />
carefully to see that the spinning drill was centralized in the chuck. There must not be any mistakes,<br />
especially today. In my left hand, I picked up the jaw bone and turned it so that the outer surface of<br />
the first molar tooth was facing me. I moved the jaw under the magnifier and brought the rotating<br />
drill to within a millimetre of the enamel surface of the tooth. The tooth that had never bitten into a<br />
pizza, nor crunched a piece of celery. The tooth that I was about to drill into was 12,000 years old.<br />
The last food this tooth had touched was the flesh of a reindeer or wild horse. It was the tooth of a<br />
young man, about twenty years old when he died. This man was a hunter, one of the first people to<br />
arrive in Britain since the end of the last Ice Age.<br />
The skeleton of the young man had been dug out of the limestone caves of Cheddar Gorge in<br />
Somerset in 1986. Ten years later, in the autumn of 1996, I had brought his lower jaw, with the<br />
beautifully preserved teeth still embedded, to my laboratory in Oxford. I was about to attempt to<br />
recover the DNA, the genetic essence, of its original owner, trapped in the dentine beneath the hard<br />
enamel which had encased and protected it for thousands of years. As the drill made contact with<br />
the enamel surface, I steadied my left arm on the lab bench and pressed the bit into the tooth. The<br />
whining pitch of the drill came down slightly as it cut into the enamel. This was a good sign. The<br />
enamel was not too soft. That would have been a sure sign of biological decay, which would have<br />
dashed any chance of finding intact DNA. Neither was the tooth granite-hard. That would have<br />
meant that all the organic remains, including the DNA, had literally turned to stone. The Cheddar<br />
tooth was somewhere in between, neither too soft, nor too hard.<br />
After a few seconds, the drill had cut through the enamel layer and into the dentine which lay<br />
behind. I could feel the drop in pressure as the tip of the drill moved into the softer dentine, and<br />
heard its pitch rise as the speed increased. A second or two later, I caught the scent of burning – the<br />
same unforgettable smell that instantly recalled dread visits to the dentist and the fillings of a<br />
sweet-toothed youth. It was the smell of burning teeth. This was the unmistakable scent of<br />
vaporizing protein, and the moment I caught the smell of it coming from the ancient tooth my spirits<br />
rose. From that moment on, I was sure I would find his DNA, for if the protein which was being<br />
vaporized by the drill had survived for 12,000 years, then there was every chance that his DNA<br />
would have done so too. Both are biological molecules subject to the same laws of age and decay.<br />
As soon as I smelled the burning, I pulled across the suction line. This was a device rather like