Sunday, May 29, 2011

The mystery of the beginning of all things is insoluble by us.

The cumulation of several weeks worth of work (intermixed with multiple vacations) has been judged good enough to earn a banana sticker.   In other words, this is the pinnacle of academic perfection.  Countless sleepless nights and hours of frustration has resulted in what is perhaps the most thought provoking piece of literature since Darwin's On the Origin of Species.  I have been waiting for the call from the Nobel Committee, but so far have yet to hear anything.  Would someone mind giving me a ring just to make sure my mobile is working?  
Thank you in advance,
M. Scott Lawrence I   
A scientific man ought to have no wishes, no affections.  A mere heart of stone. 

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