I’ve been spending the holiday weekendalternately working through the second
volume of Taylor Branch’s magisterial trilogy-biography of M. L. King, and
(while resting the eyes) taking in an audiobook of Thomas Pynchon’s
paranoid-conspiracy novel Bleeding Edge.
The two works could scarcely be more different; yet, in a
familiar phenomenon, co-temporal intake produces bouillabaisse-style mental
blends.
Thus:Branch’s
historical-archival workis straightforward
in approach, and sober in style -- he is no phrase-maker -- yielding almost
nothing by way of “found poetry” or excerptable monostichs.Yet here is one line that could have
sprung from Pynchon’s pen:
Eugene Wigner, himself no dummyhead (or, to use the phrase
that Pauli grudgingly conceded to Einstein, “not so stupid), a Nobel Prize
physicist, said, concerning the mathematician/physicist/you-name-it John von
Neumann,
“Whenever I talked with the
sharpest intellect whom I have known -- with von Neumann -- I always had the
impressionthat only hé was fully
awake, that I was halfway in a dream.”
(quoted in George Dyson, Darwin among the Machines (1997), p. 77.)
For an overview of the abjectly humble outlookamong many of those who would generally
be considered quite gifted, see
Many of you may know some poor unfortunate Federal worker
who has been reduced to a piteous and meaningless existence by the
furlough.What (you ask
yourself) can You do to help??
Wonder no longer!Here is a list of perfect Furlough Gifts -- thrilling reading to keep
your loved-one functionary from drifting into senility and despair: