I do not like proper novels. In proper novels people say things like, ‘I am veined with iron, with silver and with streaks of common mud. I cannot contract into the firm fist which those clench who do not depend on stimulus.’ What does this mean? I do not know. Nor does Father. Nor do the people who write these books.
我不喜欢正经的小说。在正经小说里，人们会说这样的话：“我的血管里流淌着铁、银和普通的泥土。我无法像那些不依赖刺激的人那样握紧拳头。”这是什么意思？我不知道。父亲也不知道。写这些书的人也不知道。
如果你简单，这个世界就对你简单。
The beauty of mathematics is that it is both precise and creative.