He saw in imagination a thin, large-eyed adolescent girl,
the same flush of color near her
cheekbones,
standing breathless in a middy
blouse, bloomers, and hockey pads,
on the playing field.
She had the air of finding this
game a silly one,
yet she was jubilant with excitement
and interest, even so.
He
could think of her in the morning,
slight-breasted,
in a sweater;
her
narrow legs crossed under a short serge skirt,
biting
the end of a pencil over an algebra paper
to
which, frowning, whispering
figures,
shaking
back her fluffy hair,
she
added
neatly
and accurately,
fresh equations . . . . . .
-- James Gould Cozzens, Ask Me Tomorrow (1940)
[With a friendly nod to Love and Math, by Edward
Frenkel. ]
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