(10 February 1898 – 14 August 1956 / Augsburg)

My young son asks me...

My young son asks me: Must I learn mathematics?
What is the use, I feel like saying. That two pieces
Of bread are more than one's about all you'll end up with.
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  • Andrew Hoellering (12/2/2009 6:50:00 PM)

    Brecht is right.Knowing these subjects isn't going to guarantee survival of the species, but then what is? Like Father Christmas, adults are sometimes dubious about what we are expected to pass on to the next generation, but we do so because we have nothing better to put in its place.Any improvement should be welcome.

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