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Leacock, Stephen, 1869-1944

"Frenzied Fiction"

"Merely that."
"Nothing else. And in that case any further calculation
becomes a mere matter of the extraction of a root."
"How simple," we murmured.
"Is it not," said the Professor. "In fact, I am accustomed,
in talking to my class, to give them a very clear idea,
by simply taking as our root F--F being any finite constant--"
He looked at us sharply. We nodded.
"And raising F to the log of infinity. I find they
apprehend it very readily."
"Do they?" we murmured. Ourselves we felt as if the Log
of Infinity carried us to ground higher than what we
commonly care to tread on.
"Of course," said the Professor, "the Log of Infinity is
an Unknown."
"Of course," we said very gravely. We felt ourselves here
in the presence of something that demanded our reverence.
"But still," continued the Professor almost jauntily, "we
can handle the Unknown just as easily as anything else."
This puzzled us. We kept silent. We thought it wiser to
move on to more general ground. In any case, our notes
were now nearly complete.
"These discoveries, then," we said, "are absolutely
revolutionary."
"They are," said the Professor.
"You have now, as we understand, got the atom--how shall
we put it?--got it where you want it.


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