English fiction -- 20th century; Short stories, English
From drawing trains, the children in the garden below had gone on to
playing trains. They were trotting round and round; with blown round
cheeks and pouting mouth, like the cherubic symbol of a wind, Robin
puff-puffed, and Guido, holding the skirt of his smock, shuffled
behind him, tooting. They ran forward, backed, stopped at imaginary
stations, shunted, roared over bridges, crashed through tunnels, met
with occasional collisions and derailments. The young Archimedes
seemed to be just as happy as the little tow-headed barbarian. A few
minutes ago he had been busy with the theorem of Pythagoras. Now,
tooting indefatigably along imaginary rails, he was perfectly content
to shuffle backwards and forwards among the flower-beds, between the
pillars of the loggia, in and out of the dark tunnels of the laurel
tree. The fact that one is going to be Archimedes does not prevent
one from being an ordinary cheerful child meanwhile. I thought of
this strange talent distinct and separate from the rest of the mind,
independent, almost, of experience. The typical child-prodigies are
musical and mathematical; the other talents ripen slowly under the
influence of emotional experience and growth. Till he was thirty Balzac
gave proof of nothing but ineptitude; but at four the young Mozart was
already a musician, and some of Pascal’s most brilliant work was done
before he was out of his teens.
In the weeks that followed, I alternated the daily piano lessons
with lessons in mathematics. Hints rather than lessons they were;
for I only made suggestions, indicated methods, and left the child,
himself to work out the ideas in detail. Thus I introduced him to
algebra by showing him another proof of the theorem of Pythagoras.
In this proof one drops a perpendicular from the right angle on to
the hypotenuse, and arguing from the fact that the two triangles thus
created are similar to one another and to the original triangle, and
that the proportions which their corresponding sides bear to one
another are therefore equal, one can show in algebraical form that
_c² + d²_ (the squares on the other two sides) are equal to _a² + b²_
(the squares on the two segments of the hypotenuse) + 2_ab_;
which last, it is easy to show geometrically, is equal to (_a + b_)²,
or the square on the hypotenuse. Guido was as much enchanted
by the rudiments of algebra as he would have been if I had given him
an engine worked by steam, with a methylated spirit lamp to heat the
boiler; more enchanted, perhaps--for the engine would have got broken,
and, remaining always itself, would in any case have lost its charm,
while the rudiments of algebra continued to grow and blossom in his
mind with an unfailing luxuriance. Every day he made the discovery of
something which seemed to him exquisitely beautiful; the new toy was
inexhaustible in its potentialities.
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