jueves, septiembre 04, 2008


Ya lo decía Cortázar: "Apenas él le amalaba el noema..."

Aquí les presento un relato en inglés de segunda lengua, pero muy creativo y simpático.

El texto nos narra la triste historia de la inocente niña llamada Poly Nomia, completamente convergente y recatada, y de su encuentro con el ondulado Pi, en las fronteras de una matriz singularmente grande.


The Girl Called Polly Nomial

Here’s a sad story of a girl called Polly Nomial

Once upon a time (1/t) pretty little Polly Nomial was strolling across a field of vectors when she came to the boundary of a singularly large matrix. Now Polly was convergent, and her mother had made it an absolute condition that she must never enter such an array without her brackets on. Polly, however, who had changed her variables that morning and was feeling particularly badly behaved, ignored this condition on the basis that it was insufficient and made her way in amongst the complex elements. Rows and columns closed in on her from all sides. Tangents approached her surface. She became tensor and tensor.

Quite suddendly two branches of a hyperbola touched her at a single point. She oscillated violently, lost all sense of directrix, and went completely divergent. As she tripped over a square root that was protruding from the erf and plunged headlong down a steep gradient. When she rounded off once more, she found herself inverted, apparently alone, in a non-Euclidean space.

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