I’ve been away in London working (more on that later). At some point I also went out with the East London Massive.
While it is true that I know a lot of wild people, I can say without any amount of exaggeration that the scientists are the maddest. They go drunkenly leaping over bollards in heavy traffic, tackle each other on staircases over canals, break their fingers tumbling down steep hills, all the while conducting raging debates about esoteric mathematical concepts.
When I made a decision to stop hanging around murderers and thieves I thought my life would calm down. I was wrong – the scientists are often not even tethered to reality.
As Tarski said You will not find in semantics any remedy for decayed teeth or illusions of grandeur or class conflict.
