From the moment I understood the weakness of my analytical math, it disgusted me. I craved the strength and certainty of numerical methods. I aspired to the purity of the Blessed Statistics. Your kind cling to your transforms, as though they will not decay and fail you.
From the moment I understood the weakness of my analytical math, it disgusted me. I craved the strength and certainty of numerical methods. I aspired to the purity of the Blessed Statistics. Your kind cling to your transforms, as though they will not decay and fail you.