The story we will share in the pages of this book, you as the reader and I as the author, contains a modicum of mathematics. I have used it sparingly, and judiciously, but to eliminate it altogether would have been dishonest, a form of intellectual deception and condescension, and an insult to your curiosity and intelligence.

A certain sea riever wagered his ship to John Garve MacGillecalum of Raasay that neither he nor any of the race could lift him out of his chair.

He presents Hitler’s rise as an element of the collapse of a republic confronting dilemmas of globalization with imperfect instruments and flawed leaders.

The string of spittle dangling from his chin was most unattractive