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sitting in the dining car, having a nice conversation, and that train is being pulled along at a terrific clip by certain locomotives named The Bertrand Russell and Riemann and Euler and others. And our friend Lawrence is running alongside the train, trying to keep up with us—it’s not that we’re smarter than he is, necessarily, but that he’s a farmer who didn’t get a ticket. And I, Rudy, am simply reaching out through the open window here, trying to pull him onto the fucking train with us so that the three of us can have a nice little chat about mathematics without having to listen to him panting and gasping for breath the whole way.”
    “All right, Alan.”
    “Won’t take a minute if you will just stop interrupting.”
    “But there is a locomotive too named Leibniz.”
    “Is it that you don’t think I give enough credit to Germans? Because I am about to mention a fellow with an umlaut.”
    “Oh, would it be Herr Türing?” Rudy said slyly.
    “Herr Türing comes later. I was actually thinking of Gödel.”
    “But he’s not German! He’s Austrian!”
    “I’m afraid that it’s all the same now, isn’t it?”
    “Ze Anschluss wasn’t my idea, you don’t have to look at me that way, I think Hitler is appalling.”
    “I’ve heard of Gödel,” Waterhouse put in helpfully. “But could we back up just a sec?”
    “Of course Lawrence.”
    “Why bother? Why did Russell do it? Was there something wrong with math? I mean, two plus two equals four, right?”
    Alan picked up two bottlecaps and set them down on the ground. “Two. One-two. Plus—” He set down two more. “Another two. One-two. Equals four. One-two-three-four.”
    “What’s so bad about that?” Lawrence said.
    “But Lawrence—when you really do math, in an abstract way, you’re not counting bottlecaps, are you?”
    “I’m not counting anything .”
    Rudy broke the following news: “Zat is a very modern position for you to take.”
    “It is?”
    Alan said, “There was this implicit belief, for a long time, that math was a sort of physics of bottlecaps. That any mathematical operation you could do on paper, no matter how complicated, could be reduced—in theory, anyway—to messing about with actual physical counters, such as bottlecaps, in the real world.”
    “But you can’t have two point one bottlecaps.”
    “All right, all right, say we use bottlecaps for integers, and for real numbers like two point one, we use physical measurements, like the length of this stick.” Alan tossed the stick down next to the bottlecaps.
    “Well what about pi, then? You can’t have a stick that’s exactly pi inches long.”
    “Pi is from geometry—ze same story,” Rudy put in.
    “Yes, it was believed that Euclid’s geometry was really a kind of physics, that his lines and so on represented properties of the physical world. But—you know Einstein?”
    “I’m not very good with names.”
    “That white-haired chap with the big mustache?”
    “Oh, yeah,” Lawrence said dimly, “I tried to ask him my sprocket question. He claimed he was late for an appointment or something.”
    “That fellow has come up with a general relativity theory, which is sort of a practical application, not of Euclid’s, but of Riemann’s geometry—”
    “The same Riemann of your zeta function?”
    “Same Riemann, different subject. Now let’s not get sidetracked here Lawrence—”
    “Riemann showed you could have many many differentgeometries that were not the geometry of Euclid but that still made sense internally,” Rudy explained.
    “All right, so back to P.M. then,” Lawrence said.
    “Yes! Russell and Whitehead. It’s like this: when mathematicians began fooling around with things like the square root of negative one, and quaternions, then they were no longer dealing with things that you could translate into sticks and bottlecaps. And yet they were still getting sound results.”
    “Or at least internally consistent results,” Rudy