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Late night meeting

Nov 13, 2006 15:40

Don had told him to go home, whilst the FBI agents did there thing, and that was what he was intending to do. Yet somehow he found himself at CalSci, walking towards Larry's office. It was better this way, he told himself, they could keep working, make sure he hadn't missed anything. Anyway if he went home, he'd have to exlain Don's whereabouts ( Read more... )

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larryfleinhardt November 27 2006, 23:16:29 UTC

kathumpsmack....kathumpsmack....kathumpsmack...

Every time the tennis ball hit the blackboard--(and why do they call it a blackboard? It's painted green--totally illogical and in no way relevant to his current problem)--a little of the equation returned to him, dusted away, clinging to the ball's fuzzy yellow surface. Larry thought to himself that if he just did this enough, the equation would stop eluding him--stop lying there lifeless and incomprehensible, and begin to take the life it needed to make sense.

or...perhaps his hands would just get dustier and dustier until his blackboard was....green again.

"incomprehensible..." he murmured to himself, speaking more to the ball and his own dusty hand than to the equations themselves...those, he had stronger words for.

kathumpsmack..knockknockknockLarry glanced up from his perusal of his own tight handwriting and directed his attention to the door. Charlie, he knew--from the stacatto rhytym of the knock--three precise knocks, perfectly spaced. A little ragged around the edges, ( ... )

charlie_e_eppes November 28 2006, 15:42:21 UTC

He blinked, a little startled as always that Larry knew it was him before he'd even entered. Slowly he walked into the room, taking a look around the usual organised chaos of his friend's office, before collapsing down on his preferred chair.

"I showed Don what we found. He told me to go home." He replied, with a hint of petulance. "But it feels like there's something, something we've missed. I thought perhaps you wanted to look it over again?"

larryfleinhardt November 28 2006, 23:59:13 UTC

Larry kept his eyes on the blackboard for another long moment, rolling the ball in his dusty hands.

"Charlie...."

he intoned solemnly, wrinkling his nose and peering over at his best friend.
"do you find it..." he cocked his head "..well, a bit odd, that we automatically assume there's something flawed with our own thinking processes, our own logic, and don't immediately blame the equation, the mathematics? Think on that a moment--the numbers are just as flawed as we, human animals...they were written down by human hands...therefore, are no more trustworthy than some person you meet on any streetcorner in this city."

he put a dusty finger to his lips and stood with a sudden outward breath.

"by that, I mean of course, yes--let's have another look at things...has anything changed? Are we looking more now at conditional probability, instead of simple?"

he shuffled a few dozen folders aside and sat on the desk beside Charlie.

charlie_e_eppes December 1 2006, 11:50:55 UTC

"The NUMBERS?" He repeated in shock. "Larry, mathematics is pure and universal. It's very purpose is to shed clarity on a confused and choatic world. It is perfect in it's intricacy yet simplicity. It is nature's language. Humans, on the other hand, make mistakes. How could you think to blame..." He trailed off, as his friend continued. A very small smile appeared, that he tried to hide, as he realised Larry was just being Larry. Questioning everything for the sake of questioning. It was one of the qualities that had drawn his younger self to this brilliant professor. It was still one of the ones that he admired most ( ... )

larryfleinhardt December 2 2006, 16:13:07 UTC

Larry could ony imagine what it must be like for Charlie--to be let into his brother's world--to see, see as clearly as Charlie seems to see everything, the big picture--and then be pushed away. He was always brought in to consult, to unravel, to dismantle a problem, then tucked safely back into his little niche while action was taken, while problems were actually resolved. It must be maddening. He saw the little smile Charlie got after his moral outrage over mistreatment of numbers. Of course Larry knew better-between the two of them, the math was as perfect as any that had ever been written down. It wasn't the math. It was...human behaviour--human frailty--human chaos ( ... )

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