Chapter 27

"I," said Buck Kendall, suddenly savage, "am going to consign all the math machines in the universe to eternal damnation--and go ahead and build a machine anyway. I _know_ that thing ought to be right. The math's wrong." "There is no other thing to try?" "A billion others. I don't know how many others. We ought to get atomic energy somehow. But that thing infuriates me. A hundred things that math has predicted, that I have checked by experiment, simple little things. But--when I carry it through to the point where …