<<I know a shepherd.
I don't know how he found himself faced with some
mathematical tables. He started to write down the
numbers, to do calculations; eventually he reached
the point of gaining his doctorate in mathematics.
And so now he does
He could have had a little
farm and lived quite comfortably while still living
with nature...he would have been
Ali, well! Now he is with
his numbers. He is no longer concerned with sheep.
He no longer knows anything about
In fact, it would astonish
me if he were still to know anything of the outside
He studies, I don't know
what after all; I no longer know what he does now.
In the end, he abandoned
his down-to-earth job, something natural that gave
him a certain amount of physical exercise and kept
him alive and breathing.
Whereas here he is now,
enclosed in a laboratory doing
calculations. He suffocates in
figures ... He thinks
Well, I don't know,
ultimately ... we are mad ... we are
In the end, we have little
chance of getting to that level. That's how it is,
Lunatics in the end ...
People say that certain children who know how to
calculate roots to what ever power were mentally
deficient ... oh, well! Fortunately, there's little
chance of our going mad, because not many of us
become top mathematicians.>>