"I always remember my mother from that time. She was the sweetest, most perfect mother. And she provided me with soup. I was sick in bed with the mumps. Interminably. But I knew it would end. I knew I would die."
"When I first entered the hospital ward, they brought me some books on mathematics. I discovered I had a gift for mathematics. And in my last hours I thought I had discovered the answer to the value of 'i'. It involved a combination of three equations. I often found I could combine several formulas in my head."
~1930
Intention and Architecture, by Carolyn Fahey
6 years ago
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