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The Genius in my Basement. Alexander Masters
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isbn 9780007445264
Автор произведения Alexander Masters
Жанр Биографии и Мемуары
Издательство HarperCollins
Note that there’s a sense of self-containment about this set of operations. A square has four sides and therefore only four distinct ways of rotating. After that, you’ve exhausted all the possibilities. No amount of rotating will paint it green or puff it up to twice its original size. Other operations are needed to perform that sort of thing.
If we rotate a square in any of the above four ways, it still looks to the outsider just like the square we started with:
But, privately, we know we’ve been fiddling. For example, if we rotate a square through two turns (i.e. flip it head over heels), we can represent this:
In other words,
signifies the act of swivelling a square through two 90-degree turns, without anybody noticing.
Naturally, if you turn a square by one turn through 90 degrees, then do it again, that’s the equivalent of two 90-degree turns overall:
1 + 1 = 2
Similarly, rotate a square once, followed by two more turns, and the result is equivalent to three turns. You’ve almost gone the whole way round:
1 + 2 = 3
And so on. Rotate a square by two turns, then do nothing, go off and play with somebody else’s crayons, and no one’s going to be fooled – it’s still just two turns:
2 + 0 = 2
A square looks just the same after any combination of these operations, or all of them:
The figures with arms and legs are simply diary entries to keep track of the secret things we’ve been doing to the square in the playpen.
What happens if we turn a square, say, five times? That’s the equivalent of spinning it through a full cycle, then throwing in an extra single turn for good measure:
Group Theory isn’t interested in recording such clever-clogs stuff. Turn a square round five times and you might as well just have turned it once. It’s the final outcome only that matters, so it’s put down as an ordinary single turn:
So, although it seems possible that:
3 + 2 = 5
because the first four turns make a complete rotation, head over heels, back exactly to where we started, we ignore them as wasted effort, and just focus on the one left-over turn, which got us somewhere:
3 + 2 = 1
In this respect, rotating a square is the same as rotating the hour hand on an ordinary clockface. If it’s two o’clock and we add twelve hours, we don’t say it’s fourteen o’clock (unless we’re being tiresome). We say it’s two o’clock again.
All these combinations of turns can now be written down as a chart. These tables are the lifeblood of Group Theory. Every mystery of this secretive, sly subject is contained in them. The one that applies to turns of a square is:
It’s read in the same way as the distance chart at the front of a road atlas. It’s not a calculating device; it’s a secretarial way of keeping track of information. If you’re six years old and want to remind yourself what happens when you turn a square once, then turn it again, i.e.:
take the row corresponding to 1, run your chocolatey finger along until you come to the column corresponding to 1, and there’s the answer – it’s equivalent to two turns:
What’s baffling is that there can be anything complicated enough about this ‘study’ of symmetries to bring it out of the playroom in the first place.
45
The papers that slosh about in the basement are (Simon insists I am to say) ‘carefully, hnnnh, arranged and, uuuh, being sorted in plastic bags’.
But I’ve put my foot down over this: ‘That’s a lie, Simon. You’re telling me to make things up.’
‘I’ve not noticed your reluctance on that front before.’
Simon was taught mathematics by the number 45.
The first written evidence we have of 45’s significance in his life comes from an Atlantic blue notebook dated January 1956 (a year before Simon started school) and entitled
Inside, Simon addresses mathematical problems to this number:
(sums for 45, you 45)
performs amusing numerical games:
and emerges briefly, porpoise-like, from his researches to write letters to her:
Translation: My darling 45 I cried when you went out I had tea and played with you before you go 45 and 47 29 say 1 2 3 82 4 5 6 7 8 9 0 111
before re-submerging in a glug of numbers.
Sometimes, 45 wrote back:
45 was Simon’s number for his mother. She was the one who taught him maths, up to quadratic equations. Astounding, for a British housewife in the 1950s – no one in the family can explain it.
Once the first Atlantic blue notebook was finished, Simon and his mother started another, in February 1956, just before his fourth birthday. Her handwriting is on the cover this time, and she calls him a monkey:
I wonder who crossed this fondness out.
Once, during these pre-school years, Simon was distracted by a word:
But he soon snapped back to numbers with gusto: