dedalus Posted July 29, 2012 Share Posted July 29, 2012 In Ballygadree on the banks of the Lee not far from the great town of Cork, there lived a young man with a brain like a trap who gobbled up math with a knife and a fork. Einstein’s all right, Heisenberg is a shite, said the local young savant and prodigy, connectivity is present in pure Relativity but Uncertainty is balls and codology. Reluctantly taking the bus up to Dublin with Mammy’s sandwiches, with three flasks of tea, he explicated to all them city bowsies, wowsied them at TCD … and the crowds at UCD! Great triumph altogether! Going out next morning he was flattened by the local bus, made part of the road, and became a little red bit of Ireland. Sympathy flowed, and a memorial stone would ensue: It reads, 1 + 1 = 2. Quote Drown your sorrows in drink, by all means, but the real sorrows can swim Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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