Still More Math

The New Yorker has more than you probably wanted to know about the personalities of these mathematicians.

My sweet cousin Andrew, Dicky’s only child, could waterski barefoot on Lake Cayuga. I was always impressed by that, though I was terrified of the glacier lake itself—reportedly thousands of feet deep, very dark, very cold, surrounded by looming cliffs (to my seven-year-old’s eye).

The last time we saw Dicky, he was discussing the topography of the ice cube melting in his glass of Scotch.

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