I chose to study mathematics at A level because I has no imagination and thought complex numbers were men with   problems.And they were just an invention and did not  really exist like ellipses and infinity do.Then I made a fatal error by passing the exams.Thus it was I entered into a place of learning.I was severely disappointed as none of the staff seemed to be yearning for  the mystical experience of discovering a new mathematical truth but were only interested in proving ones made by others.Proof had to be logical….. but logic was never defined.Is that logical?

Thus it happened that after an extremely hard algebraic number  of years I turned a corner and realised it was symbols not signs I was looking for.Symbolic Logic has nothing to do with symbols in that sense.It’s not as interesting as Chess which I only played once.Playing Chess ruined my marriage, as my husband informed me after 44 years that my winning our only match  infuriated him to the nth degree.My suggestion that we get divorced and split  our money was hampered by him dying the following week.He also informed me I was  too intelligent and spoke too fast.Too fast for what?On the whole I find it’s better not to speak to a boyfriend  for as long as possible,.Men like mystery.So they claim.

I got married because I am afraid of upsetting a man but then I ended up doing that.I tried very hard but as I said I have no imagination and no small talk so maybe being a sheep farmer might have been wiser.My husband said he never wanted to see me again and then asked me to wash 7 pairs of pyjamas and  his 4 cashmere sweaters because “they smelled funny” It was no  joke as well as cooking him several meals and writing 14 sonnets changing the sheets and telling him  humorous stories in the middle of the night.I suppose in the dark he couldn’t see me,I never thought of that before! A pity I ever bought “A survey of modern algebra” by Birkhoff and McLane.I didn’t buy it,it was a prize!!

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If your  vocabulary includes   words like “inchoate”

You’re well spoken,though you don’t know  it.

For it’s  neither Hebrew  nor Greek,

It’s Latin you speak.

That’s alright for us proles and  the poets.

Though Hebrew  is older I think

As are nonverbal cues such as winks.

Do baboons sigh and grumble

As one start to mumble:

I think your new fur should be pink.

Aramaic is hardly spoken today…

So where did it vanish away?

Imagine if our tongue

Was silent thus  half wrong.

Aramaic ‘s  still useful for prayer.

inchoate

See definition in Oxford Advanced Learner’s Dictionary

Line breaks: in¦cho|ate

Pronunciation: /ɪnˈkəʊeɪt/

/ˈɪnkəʊeɪt/ /ɪnˈkəʊət/

origin Mid 16th century: from Latin inchoatus, past participle of inchoare, variant of incohare ‘begin’.

 

When true love’s gone and doom hangs over head

When life runs like a river to the sea

Then shall I take new lovers to my bed,

And with their carnal touch consoled be?

When my love lies,so breaks my tender heart.

When life seems grey and rocks bestrew my path.

Then, shall I my life of evil start,

And on the world shall I bestow my wrath?

When true love lies and wrecks all loyalty.

When puzzlement makes all my world seem mad.

Then I shall upend causality

And let myself do deeds which make all glad.

For I have love’s sweet child inside my soul

And I shall tend her till at last she’s whole

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A failure in the placement of the tree;
Too small are roots which spread into the soil.
At first so perfect,later one can see
Its strength unable full life to uncoil.

A hidden shame for partly sensed deep lacks
A drawing back when growth was better sense
A fear of unknown dangers in soil black
Humiliation makes a  hidden fence.

Perhaps this tree’s unsuited to our climes.
Seed moved far away from parents home.
Yet once it starts to grow there is no time
Unless it’s quickly moved from  English loam

For lacking its best soil ,unrooted gifts
Are not developed,and in struggle twist.