Showing posts with label The curious incident of the dog in the night-time. Show all posts
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Sunday, December 16, 2007

maths.

Mr. Jeavons said I liked maths because it was safe. He said I liked maths because it meant solving problems, and these problems were difficult and interesting but there was always a straightforward answer in the end. And what he meant was that maths wasn't like life because in life there are no straightforward answers in the end. because in life there are no straightforward answers in the end. and that's not a bad thing. or a good thing. it's just a thing. it's life. and in life, there are no straightforward answers in the end.

because in life, there are no straightforward answers in the end.

Wednesday, September 5, 2007

Proper Novels


and no, I am not blogging the whole book... I'm done. this is from page 4.

I do not like proper novels. In proper novels people say things like, "I am veined with iron, with silver and with streaks of common mud. I cannot contract into the firm fist which those clench who do not depend on stimulus." What does this mean? I do not know. Nor does Father. Nor does Siobhan or Mr. Jeavons. I have asked them.


maths.

Mr. Jeavons said I liked maths because it was safe. He said I liked maths because it meant solving problems, and these problems were difficult and interesting but there was always a straightforward answer in the end. And what he meant was that maths wasn't like life because in life there are no straightforward answers in the end. because in life there are no straightforward answers in the end. and that's not a bad thing. or a good thing. it's just a thing. it's life. and in life, there are no straightforward answers in the end.

Tuesday, August 28, 2007

God, New Things, and Stars

People believe in God because the world is very complicated and they think it is very unlikely that anything as complicated as a flying squirrel or the human eye or a brain could happen by chance.

And Siobhan says people go on holidays to see new things and relax, but it wouldn't make me relaxed and you can see new things by looking at earth under a microscope or drawing the shape of the solid made when 3 circular rods of equal thickness intersect at right angles.

And there aren't any lines in space, so you could join bits of Orion to bits Lepus or Taurus or Gemini and say that were a constellation called The Bunch of Grapes or The Bicycle (except that they didn't have bicycles in Roman and Greek times, which was when they called Orion Orion.)
And anyway, Orion is not a hunter or a coffeemaker or a dinosaur. It is just Betelgeuse and Bellatrix and Alnilam and Rigel and 17 other stars I don't know the names of. And they are nuclear explosions billions of miles away.
And that is the truth.

Monday, August 27, 2007

Life.

But in life you have to take lots of decisions and if you don't take decisions you would never do anything because you would spend all your time choosing between things you could do. So it is good to have a reason why you hate some things and you like others. It is like being in a restaurant like when Father takes me out to a Berni Inn sometimes and you look at the menu and you have to choose what you are going to have. But you don't know if you are going to like something because you haven't tasted it yet, so you have favorite food and you choose these, and you have foods you don't like and you don't choose these, and then it is simple.

So for him and his logic, yes, this is a smart way to a simpler life. But why do so many choose this simplicity , when they are blessed with the ability to handle the complexities of choice? 'night.

Tuesday, August 14, 2007

19

Prime numbers are what is left when you have taken all the patterns away. I think prime numbers are like life. They are very logical but you could never work out the rules, even if you spent all your time thinking about them.

I must read this book. The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night. agh, life.
oww, life. Read it.

http://www.mostlyfiction.com/excerpts/curiousincident.htm