It Is Necessary To Sleep Upon The

The Deplorable Mania Of Doubt Exhausts Me. I Doubt About Everything, Even My Doubts.

Everything One Invents Is True, You May Be Perfectly Sure Of That. Poetry Is As Precise As Geometry.

It Seems To Me That I Have Always Existed And That I Possess Memories That Date Back To The Pharaohs.

Since You Are Now Studying Geometry And Trigonometry, I Will Give You A Problem. A Ship Sails The Ocean. It Left Boston With A Cargo Of Wool. It Grosses 200 Tons. It Is Bound For Le Havre. The Mainmast Is Broken, The Cabin Boy Is On Deck, There Are 12 Passengers Aboard, The Wind Is Blowing East-north-east, The Clock Points To A Quarter Past Three In The Afternoon. It Is The Month Of May. How Old Is The Captain?

Stupidity Lies In Wanting To Draw Conclusions.