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…But somewhere
In a remote suburb, a solitary house,
Where it is cold in winter, hot in summer,
Where there are spiders, and dust on everything,
Where ardent letters are decomposing,
Portraits are stealthily changing.
People walk to this house as if to their grave,
And wash their hands with soap when they return,
And blink away a facile tear
From weary eyes – and breathe out heavy sighs...
But the clock ticks, one springtime is superseded
By another, the sky glows pink,
Names of cities change
And there are no remaining witnesses to the events,
And no one to weep with, no one to remember with.

Anna Akhmatova

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Fri 05 Sep ∞ Permalink

The Whetstone of Witte by Robert Recorde (1557) Recorde’s algebra text where two equal parallel line segments as the symbol for equality was used for the first time: “bicause noe 2 thynges can be moare equalle”.

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