WHY, seriously, does Word have to crash every time I’m about to hit the final “save” on a client’s manuscript, take everything down with it, and disappear a chunk of work? How does it know when I’m at my most hurried, most sick, most harassed and pick that moment to pounce?
Nineteen pages of calculus arcana, converted from LaTex into a very confused Word.
A team of the Chinese mathematicians are emitting a full-length book, and they’ve secured a convincing expression of interest from Springer. Being young mathematician things, naturally they’re very excited about this. Springer is a top-level publisher: that alone is enough for a promotion. Add to it that the text revolves around partial differential equations and that as you read it and as what they’re actually saying sinks in, you think hmmmm…i know some politicians who would like to meet you before November 2020, and as you can imagine this is a bit of a big deal.
It is wonderful and amazing stuff to read, in its way.
The math itself, equations pristine as snowflakes, is strangely beautiful. The narrative, its logic hammered into place with the precision of fine tilework, fascinates and astonishes. You can’t keep from wondering: What human mind could make this?
When the stars threw down their spears
And water’d heaven with their tears:
Did he smile his work to see?
Did he who made the Lamb make thee?
No doubt about it!