Sunday, October 12, 2014
The Reach of Mathematics
Hubby
-After lovemaking... and I cringe to use
that phrase.
-You cringe to use any phrase.
-I thought I'd be clever back then.
-That's a reach always.
-So I said "That's all gratifying enough,
but how does it work mathematically?"
-Severe mistake.
-She ran with it and hasn't shut up since.
-Even now? Old Married Folks.
-Worse!
-Well, how could you know she was a mathematician?
-She's hardly a large number, but she's the
large number girl!
-A trillion, she's just getting started.
-It never stops! Even now, she's sleeping,
but all the computers in the house are
buzzing equations. Endless stream.
-Love’s a strange amalgam.
-Stranger yet. Herself, she just fiddles
on a legal pad and sings. It's nonsense,
but the whole world comes to...
-You know, you been looking dowdy. Let me
comb your closet for something
sedate but sufficiently masculine.
The latter to eventually alleviate the Minimalist Husband Syndrome at the Nobel.
-Hey! Minimalist I love. Screw it! Let's go to
the hockey game and scream our asses off.
-Let's go to ten. Fast! She's on the short list.
Distinguished! She'll win! Some of it will rub off.
-I hope not!
-Why don’t you aspire to aspire?
-One's enough! How many empty Rice Crispie boxes do you wanna pick from the shelves?
-They also serve who straighten out the
petty shit?
-She's crazy about me!
-Part of her insane parcel.
-I'm King, I'm fuckin King!
-Maybe more like Dan McGrew. “With the first shot he stiffened, second one he fell, third, a new
man's face in hell!"
-You be Dan. I'm Louis Fourteen!
-Think of each face in hell in an entirely vast
panoramic shot, then zoom out leaving each
as small as a grain of sand! Wow!
-She'll do the math in her head!
-What’ll you do in yours?
-Absolutely nothing!
-You've gotta stop being happy! I can’t
stand it!
-They also serve who only screw around.
Labels: couple.Nobel, marriage, math, Mathematics, roles
