I'm old. We were in a Tuesday night cribbage league together for a while. That son of a bitch Freud used to cheat and blame it on unresolved conflicts in his unconscious mind that his Id was responsible for. Einstein could have cheated successfully but he could never bring himself to blame quantum uncertainty to explain that in at least one universe he would have drawn a favorable outcome anyway. To Old Bed-Head, if God wouldn't play dice with the universe, he sure wasn't going to play cribbage with it, either. Honest to a fault. However, Erwin Schrodinger had no such aversion. He won the league championship. BTW, in real life he hated cats. Allergies. But we got along OK, anyway.
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