It would be fair to say that Cambridge and Math make strange bed-mates. Grand old buildings, intricate architecture, narrow cobbled paths, small street side cafe's, a beautiful river and aristocratic gardens harboring 'private lawns' hardly seem a setting to me which inspire the world's finest mathematicians.
If anything, it should inspire them (yes, even the couple of 14 year old math whiz) to appreciate life and surroundings in their true glory. Alas, they choose to slog it out for hours behind racks of unopened books and dimly lit corners to multiple libraries.
I would appreciate the surroundings too, if only the faculty of economics did not worship calculus so much. So seems like I am going to join them after all. So much for the hyperbole.
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