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Drabble: A Question of Mathematics
Feb. 6th, 2006 01:18 amTitle: A Question of Mathematics
Words: 100
Concrit: Very, very welcome
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Hornblower had come to know Bush as intimately as he knew his ship. Two handspans from throat to navel, twelve slow breaths a minute. He knew the planes of his body, the angles of his smile. Had found himself, once, calculating the refraction from those blue-grey eyes.
What he could not comprehend – what frightened him – was how the pure arithmetic of the situation gave rise not to cold logic, but to heated emotion.
Hornblower’s mouth hardened for a moment. The answer was simple. Remove the variable, simplify the equation.
Bush would not understand. But then, Bush did not understand mathematics.
Words: 100
Concrit: Very, very welcome
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Hornblower had come to know Bush as intimately as he knew his ship. Two handspans from throat to navel, twelve slow breaths a minute. He knew the planes of his body, the angles of his smile. Had found himself, once, calculating the refraction from those blue-grey eyes.
What he could not comprehend – what frightened him – was how the pure arithmetic of the situation gave rise not to cold logic, but to heated emotion.
Hornblower’s mouth hardened for a moment. The answer was simple. Remove the variable, simplify the equation.
Bush would not understand. But then, Bush did not understand mathematics.
