How many revolutions does the cog of culture make before a new truth about reality catches into gear?
This essay is adapted from Figuring.
This is how I picture it:
A spindly middle-aged mathematician with a soaring mind, a sunken heart, and bad skin is being thrown about the back of a carriage in the bone-hollowing cold of a German January. Since his youth, he has been inscribing into family books and friendship albums his personal motto, borrowed from a verse by the ancient poet Perseus:...
Published on December 26, 2019 20:09