A historian's blistering attack.

Totally intractable.

Not featured: "MASHED RICE."

What's not to love?

In the Homeric epic that is mathematics, e gets a choice epithet. It is "the natural base."

I am become teacher, destroyer of fun.

How deep does a mistake go?

How do pizzas scale? What is Thirdsday? And should mathematics become a cult again?

Answer: when the stakes are too low, and when they're too high.

With apologies.