Accent Quotes (5 quotes)

Dont talk to me of your Archimedes lever. He was an absent-minded person with a mathematical imagination. Mathematics commands all my respect, but I have no use for engines. Give me the right word and the right accent and I will move the world.

During the 1930s, Nazi oppression drove numerous scientists to Great Britain and the United States, and they were a key factor in the development of the nuclear bomba development widely touted in the United States as based on Yankee know-how. Except that virtually all the Yankees had foreign accents.

Our Professor, which doth have tenure,

Feared be thy name.

Thy sets partition,

Thy maps commute,

In groups as in vector spaces.

Give us this day our daily notation,

And forgive us our obtuseness,

As we forgive tutors who cannot help us.

Lead us not into Lye rings,

But deliver us from eigenvalues,

For thine is the logic, the notation, and the accent,

That confuses us forever.

Amen.

Feared be thy name.

Thy sets partition,

Thy maps commute,

In groups as in vector spaces.

Give us this day our daily notation,

And forgive us our obtuseness,

As we forgive tutors who cannot help us.

Lead us not into Lye rings,

But deliver us from eigenvalues,

For thine is the logic, the notation, and the accent,

That confuses us forever.

Amen.

The Bohr atom was introduced to us by Bohr himself. I still have the notes I took during his lectures
His discourse was rendered almost incomprehensible by his accent; there were endless references to what I recorded as soup groups, only later emended to sub-groups.

This is the forest primeval. The murmuring pines and the hemlocks,

Bearded with moss, and in garments green, indistinct in the twilight,

Stand like Druids of eld, with voices sad and prophetic,

Stand like harpers hoar, with beards that rest on their bosoms.

Loud from its rocky caverns, the deep-voiced neighboring ocean

Speaks, and in accents disconsolate answers the wail of the forest.

Bearded with moss, and in garments green, indistinct in the twilight,

Stand like Druids of eld, with voices sad and prophetic,

Stand like harpers hoar, with beards that rest on their bosoms.

Loud from its rocky caverns, the deep-voiced neighboring ocean

Speaks, and in accents disconsolate answers the wail of the forest.