A crisis of faith
There is no need to define truth. Analogy is sufficient, indeed it is best. Mathematical allegory brings math to the masses.
There is no need to define truth. Analogy is sufficient, indeed it is best. Mathematical allegory brings math to the masses.
I don't know the word for pain-killer, but I think this is what he said. "Like Aspirin?" I verify. "Or Tylenol." He corrects me. "Whatever." I say. "I won't need it."
"Nutmeg." I repeat, perhaps a bit sheepishly. "That woman smelled like banana bread."
The University's Public relations department sends out a newsletter via e-mail, and it seems they have somehow put all of the addresses in a cc instead of a bcc. Now we all have a list of
I leave the apartment at five in the morning with a rolled up carpet over my shoulder. Throwing it into the trunk of the car, I drive to my office. There are not a lot of people around,
"Oh, he's a younger guy then?" I ask. "I couldn't really tell," he says. "He's white."