11:00 am, Faculty of Physics, bulletin board notices. About fifteen comma ottocentosessantatrè ads sublet, a dozen invitations to theme parties (graduates, new graduates, new graduates, neo-takers, neo-examined, former graduates, former graduates, ex-students, ex-takers, etc..), and a quote: Re 7, 23-24. Apparently a puzzle, but a closer look at a verse from the Bible. The shock terrifies me. The breath becomes short, the pupils shrink, part perspiration emergency. One thought in mind: "I arrived here too!".
It is well known and obvious, that the faculty of physics, as the last bastion of anti-religion in medieval times and the home of science and the devil, the Holy Scriptures (or quotes from them) catch fire the slightest contact with any surface, or, if necessary, with any air flow slightly intense than a sigh.
immediately sought to rationalize:
Batrax: Perhaps the titles do not fall into the category subject to spontaneous combustion ...
Batrax Brain: But if until now you had to evacuate for a fire caused by the "Numbers"! By the way, have you noticed what has become a common option in this incident?
B: Well then maybe this is something different, say, a coded message.
CDB: Do you realize where we are?! If anyone here wants to leave a message in code, does not use the Bible, use the "Scientific Programming Advanced edition Feltrinelli.
B: So is the end, we have to say to the dean, if we have moles means a declaration of war, the walls do not hold up forever, we need to replenish stocks of gunpowder and supplies sufficient to procuraci Siege of years.
To which the brain begins to go into panic
CDB: What the hell you say! We think those of chemical dust, and food supplies to those in botany, we have to do now is pass the bar the gates and barbed wire in front of the ditch.
B: But we do not have a moat!
CDB: So let's hurry to build it, for all the nebulae!
When I think now that the dangerous tachycardia that my hypothalamus feeds will result in ventricular fibrillation, I realize that here is a note in the margin. This is the song on the writing I've just seen, and reads:
He made a pool of molten metal ten cubits from brim to brim, round, and his height was five cubits and its circumference thirty cubits.
now under further note:
As you can see, the second the Bible, or the "Word of God" (thank God), the greek pi is exactly three, and three fourteen ordinary mortals like us mistakenly continue to think.
I relax, the heartbeat slows down, I give myself a laugh of relief and appreciation of another all'arguzia author of the note, which once again raised the well have prevailed, and then I start giving way to the boy who was waiting in the queue.
Just a few steps and feel a shortness of breath that comes from my shoulders, so I turn and see the guy behind me while sweating, seems lost in its horror. I shake his head good-naturedly and say to myself "Ah, freshmen."
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