Sing a mumble-gumble song […] Do a loony-goony dance / ’Cross the kitchen floor

True religion . . . intelligible, rational, and accountable, -- not a burden but a privilege.

Toward the end of the war, Benoit was sent off on his own with forged papers; he wound up working as a horse groom at a chalet in the Loire valley. Mandelbrot describes this harrowing youth with great sangfroid.

[…] can be extrapolated robustly to the energy scales of civilization-ending impacts and perhaps even to mass extinctors.