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I had to shake off the eeriness lingering around my face from these last two sections of the titular chapter. My god, what an outstanding mix of fact and fiction. Quantum debates, Heisenberg's path to his uncertainty principle, Schrödinger's new-found wave equation—they all of them intersect with nightmares, confrontations, and surreal elements. I'm creeped out; feeling pity, frustrations, and elations all the same.

I had to shake off the eeriness lingering around my face from these last two sections of the titular chapter. My god, what an outstanding mix of fact and fiction. Quantum debates, Heisenberg's path to his uncertainty principle, Schrödinger's new-found wave equation—they all of them intersect with nightmares, confrontations and surreal elements. I'm creeped-out; feeling pity, frustrations, and elations all the same.

Individual madness continues! In the titular chapter, the late great Heisenberg comes to the fore. Working through delusional fever-driven hallucinations and strolls along cliff-lined beaches, he comes to discover working mathematical descriptions for the life of the electron. I will _never_ think the same when I hear his, Hafez’s, or Goethe’s name... Ever. Jesus Christ, what an opening section! My mind is reeling.

"[T]he Dreamer’s nature: Le réveur n’est autre que Dieu."

The Heart of the Heart takes you through a life aimed at the limits of mathematical abstraction to the end of an eccentric recluse. This modern descent is haunting in its brief elucidation of how brilliance breeds isolation—my fascination with this novel only deepens at the cost. Like the previous chapter, it leaves me eager for more biographies.

Schwarzschild’s Singularity hits different—heavy in a quieter way. Dense; haunting; profoundly moving. Pace is swift yet intimate. The prose propels us from WWI trenches (echoing Prussian Blue’s horror) into genius teetering on madness. Personal tragedy meets cosmic void—genius mediated by madness in operose science eclipses civilizational poison. Awe surges, pity aches. I’m left eager for Schwarzschild biographies.

Whoa, this is heavy. Prussian Blue (the opening chapter) is disturbing, dense, and fascinating. The prose—beautifully written and translated—moves at a lightning pace, my eyes pushing to read faster than my mind can comprehend, as many details deserve my slow savoring. The connection between art, pigment, and poison; Fritz Haber’s path to WWII atrocities—my heart races, brain tingles, and blood boils. I. Am. Hooked!

Wow—this is heavy. Prussian Blue (the opening chapter} is disturbing, dense, and fascinating. Beautifully written/translated, it moves at a lightning pace, my eyes pushing to read faster than my mind can comprehend, as many details deserve my slow savoring. The connection between art/pigment and poison; Fritz Haber’s path to WWII atrocities—my heart races, brain tingles, and blood boils. I am hooked.