As I Have Often Said, Electrons And

Politicians, Real-estate Agents, Used-car Salesmen, And Advertising Copy-writers Are Expected To Stretch Facts In Self-serving Directions, But Scientists Who Falsify Their Results Are Regarded By Their Peers As Committing An Inexcusable Crime. Yet The Sad Fact Is That The History Of Science Swarms With Cases Of Outright Fakery And Instances Of Scientists Who Unconsciously Distorted Their Work By Seeing It Through Lenses Of Passionately Held Beliefs.

Wouldn't The Sentence 'i Want To Put A Hyphen Between The Words Fish And And And And And Chips In My Fish-and-chips Sign' Have Been Clearer If Quotation Marks Had Been Placed Before Fish, And Between Fish And And, And And And And, And And And And, And And And And, And And And And, And And And Chips, As Well As After Chips?

As Bertrand Russell Once Wrote, Two Plus Two Is Four Even In The Interior Of The Sun.

The Last Level Of Metaphor In The Alice Books Is This: That Life, Viewed Rationally And Without Illusion, Appears To Be A Nonsense Tale Told By An Idiot Mathematician. At The Heart Of Things Science Finds Only A Mad, Never-ending Quadrille Of Mock Turtle Waves And Gryphon Particles. For A Moment The Waves And Particles Dance In Grotesque, Inconceivably Complex Patterns Capable Of Reflecting On Their Own Absurdity.

Consider A Cow. A Cow Doesn't Have The Problem-solving Skill Of A Chimpanzee, Which Has Discovered How To Get Termites Out Of The Ground By Putting A Stick Into A Hole. Evolution Has Developed The Brain's Ability To Solve Puzzles, And At The Same Time Has Produced In Our Brain A Pleasure Of Solving Problems.