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Hmmm, that's supposed to say- "why are fundamental (Elemental by the above video) particles called gluons and quarks?"
Don't know what I was thinking... I was at work
When scientists collided protons with other protons or electrons they found that they were made up of smaller particles - quarks, which form the fundamental building blocks of ....errr well ....protons and neutrons.
Quarks exist only in groups:
mesons: bound quark-antiquark pair
hadrons: quark triplets
pentaquark: four quarks and an antiquark
The electrically neutral "glue" (sometimes referred to as a "cloud") binding the quarks together are called gluons. All matter on earth, including our human bodies, consists to more than 99% of quarks with associated gluons. The little that remains is electrons.
They were named by physicist Murray Gell-Mann.
In 1963, when I assigned the name "quark" to the fundamental constituents of the nucleon, I had the sound first, without the spelling, which could have been "kwork."
Then, in one of my occasional perusals of Finnegans Wake, by James Joyce, I came across the word "quark" in the phrase "Three quarks for Muster Mark."
Since "quark" (meaning, for one thing, the cry of a gull) was clearly intended to rhyme with "Mark," as well as "bark" and other such words, I had to find an excuse to pronounce it as "kwork."
But the book represents the dreams of a publican named Humphrey Chimpden Earwicker. Words in the text are typically drawn from several sources at once, like the "portmanteau words" in Through the Looking Glass.
From time to time, phrases occur in the book that are partially determined by calls for drinks at the bar. I argued, therefore, that perhaps one of the multiple sources of the cry "Three quarks for Muster Mark" might be "Three quarts for Mister Mark," in which case the pronunciation "kwork" would not be totally unjustified.
In any case, the number three fitted perfectly the way quarks occur in nature.
James Joyce. Finnegan's Wake. Book 2, Episode 4, Page 383
Three quarks for Muster Mark!
Sure he hasn't got much of a bark
And sure any he has it's all beside the mark.
But O, Wreneagle Almighty, wouldn't un be a sky of a lark
To see that old buzzard whooping about for uns shirt in the dark
And he hunting round for uns speckled trousers around by Palmerstown Park?
Hohohoho, moulty Mark!
You're the rummest old rooster ever flopped out of a Noah's ark
And you think you're **** of the wark.
Fowls, up! Tristy's the spry young spark
That'll tread her and wed her and bed her and red her
Without ever winking the tail of a feather
And that's how that chap's going to make his money and mark!