Corks, Parabolas and Genius (1)
The older man came quietly into the basement studio. In near darkness, his son was making the final adjustments to what looked like a huge sculpture in string…and hundreds of corks. “I thought you’d be along soon,” the young man whispered to the ghost of his father. ‘What do you think?’ “Parabolas?” The older one smiled the words. “You’ve modelled the whole thing with … Read More Corks, Parabolas and Genius (1)

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