The Zero-Point Joke
The fog in 1950s London didn't just obscure the streets; it seemed to swallow the very idea of certainty. Arthur Penhaligon lived in a house that smelled of damp wool and old tobacco, a place where the only thing more cluttered than the bookshelves was his mind. Arthur was a mathematician of the old school—a man who believed that the universe was a poem written in the language of numbers, and...
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