between stable angles, planes, and points.”
“Huh?” Hazel asked.
“He’s on a roll now,” Sonia said. “But you asked for it.”
“This inconsistency is generated by identifying certain sequences of angular degrees that, when properly aggregated, come together to form a manipulable configuration. In other words, that configuration changes without changing.”
Sonia sighed. “Frank. Enough.”
“In other words constancy and in constancy become one in the same. A forty-five degree angle can assume a state of fictility—”
“Oh, sure, we know what that means!” Sonia exclaimed.
“—and, hence, widen to forty- six degrees while the original forty-five remains constant.”
“Frank,” Sonia said, “don’t run your cell battery down.”
“But what’s the ultimate point of the theory?” Hazel asked.
“I’m glad you asked that, since lit-heads would never be able to understand without delimitating into layman’s terms. The ultimate point is essentially infi nite. What we’re talking about here is the malleability of the unmalleable, Hazel. The tenets of Non-Euclideanism have the potential to produce unlimited energy. They could transpose objects of unequal weight and mass between two points of vast distance. They could prolapse gravity. They could elevate an object the size of the Great Pyramid into outer space with an energy cost of zero. They could convert the top eighth of an inch of water in the Atlantic into enough hydrogen to provide the entire world with a decade’s worth of electricity, for nothing. ”
“Frank,” Sonia said, “We have to go now, but we’ll see you tomorrow!”
“To me it sounds like pie in the sky,” Hazel said. “It’s like cold fusion. Sure, it would be great to achieve nuclear temperatures without a nuclear source, but if it’s even possible, the initial energy expenditure would be more than the energy produced.”
“Hazel!” Frank shrilled. “You’re catching on!”
“Frank, seriously. Let me ask you something–”
Sonia groaned. “Hazel, honey, please don’t.”
“Between you, your father, and Henry Wilmarth, who’s the smartest?”
Frank didn’t hesitate. “Henry, beyond a doubt. He’s a genius.
When he was alive he understood geometric thesis better than anyone in the country.”
“So, logically, if the smartest of the trio has determined that the theory can’t work, then what’s the most rational conclusion?”
A sigh over the line. “I know, that the theory is indeed unworkable. But you don’t understand how exciting this was for us. I even called my dad and asked him what I should do.”
“What did he say?” Sonia asked with a frown.
“He told me to respect Henry’s wishes and destroy all the work. I mean, I will do that, I have to. He left me his entire estate and only asked one thing in return, I have to do it.” The cell connection drifted. “I do have to check this cottage and see what he’s got in there, that’s all. Bear with me.”
Sonia began to whine, “But, Frank, I don’t like the idea of you gallivanting around on a mountain—”
“It’s just a minor geographical summit, honey.”
“Whatever! I need you to come down now. I need you. Tonight! And you...you know what I mean...”
“This is just a wild guess,” Hazel laughed, “but I think she means oral sex, Frank.”
“Oh, ah, of course!” Frank blurted. “Believe me, honey, there’ll be plenty of that tomorrow, and plenty of the, uh, other kind once junior’s seen the light of day.”
Sonia slapped Hazel on the arm; Hazel only laughed.
“And by the way, how’s junior doing?” Frank asked.
“Kicking away as usual,” Sonia replied, rubbing her belly. “I really do think it’s going to be a boy, and one with a penchant for soccer.”
“Perfect! Look, girls, I’m going to get back to my trail-blazing, so drive safe and I’ll see you tomorrow. And have fun at the cabin. I’ll call you tonight around nine to see how it’s
“Huh?” Hazel asked.
“He’s on a roll now,” Sonia said. “But you asked for it.”
“This inconsistency is generated by identifying certain sequences of angular degrees that, when properly aggregated, come together to form a manipulable configuration. In other words, that configuration changes without changing.”
Sonia sighed. “Frank. Enough.”
“In other words constancy and in constancy become one in the same. A forty-five degree angle can assume a state of fictility—”
“Oh, sure, we know what that means!” Sonia exclaimed.
“—and, hence, widen to forty- six degrees while the original forty-five remains constant.”
“Frank,” Sonia said, “don’t run your cell battery down.”
“But what’s the ultimate point of the theory?” Hazel asked.
“I’m glad you asked that, since lit-heads would never be able to understand without delimitating into layman’s terms. The ultimate point is essentially infi nite. What we’re talking about here is the malleability of the unmalleable, Hazel. The tenets of Non-Euclideanism have the potential to produce unlimited energy. They could transpose objects of unequal weight and mass between two points of vast distance. They could prolapse gravity. They could elevate an object the size of the Great Pyramid into outer space with an energy cost of zero. They could convert the top eighth of an inch of water in the Atlantic into enough hydrogen to provide the entire world with a decade’s worth of electricity, for nothing. ”
“Frank,” Sonia said, “We have to go now, but we’ll see you tomorrow!”
“To me it sounds like pie in the sky,” Hazel said. “It’s like cold fusion. Sure, it would be great to achieve nuclear temperatures without a nuclear source, but if it’s even possible, the initial energy expenditure would be more than the energy produced.”
“Hazel!” Frank shrilled. “You’re catching on!”
“Frank, seriously. Let me ask you something–”
Sonia groaned. “Hazel, honey, please don’t.”
“Between you, your father, and Henry Wilmarth, who’s the smartest?”
Frank didn’t hesitate. “Henry, beyond a doubt. He’s a genius.
When he was alive he understood geometric thesis better than anyone in the country.”
“So, logically, if the smartest of the trio has determined that the theory can’t work, then what’s the most rational conclusion?”
A sigh over the line. “I know, that the theory is indeed unworkable. But you don’t understand how exciting this was for us. I even called my dad and asked him what I should do.”
“What did he say?” Sonia asked with a frown.
“He told me to respect Henry’s wishes and destroy all the work. I mean, I will do that, I have to. He left me his entire estate and only asked one thing in return, I have to do it.” The cell connection drifted. “I do have to check this cottage and see what he’s got in there, that’s all. Bear with me.”
Sonia began to whine, “But, Frank, I don’t like the idea of you gallivanting around on a mountain—”
“It’s just a minor geographical summit, honey.”
“Whatever! I need you to come down now. I need you. Tonight! And you...you know what I mean...”
“This is just a wild guess,” Hazel laughed, “but I think she means oral sex, Frank.”
“Oh, ah, of course!” Frank blurted. “Believe me, honey, there’ll be plenty of that tomorrow, and plenty of the, uh, other kind once junior’s seen the light of day.”
Sonia slapped Hazel on the arm; Hazel only laughed.
“And by the way, how’s junior doing?” Frank asked.
“Kicking away as usual,” Sonia replied, rubbing her belly. “I really do think it’s going to be a boy, and one with a penchant for soccer.”
“Perfect! Look, girls, I’m going to get back to my trail-blazing, so drive safe and I’ll see you tomorrow. And have fun at the cabin. I’ll call you tonight around nine to see how it’s
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