Anonymous
7/2/2025, 4:27:52 PM No.24514392
Are there any books which talk about symmetry and explain why it is apparently ubiquitous in nature?
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Anonymous
7/2/2025, 6:00:01 PM No.24514592
>>24514477
I mean in nature, not in the minds of pussyless nerds
I mean in nature, not in the minds of pussyless nerds
Anonymous
7/2/2025, 9:06:59 PM No.24515000
https://penelope.uchicago.edu/gardennoframes/gardenn.html
Anonymous
7/2/2025, 9:11:51 PM No.24515013
>“The sculptor at once left the salon, assembled his friends, and lay in wait in the courtyard of the palace. When Zambinella was assured of Sarrasine’s departure he seemed to recover his tranquillity in some measure. About midnight after wandering through the salons like a man looking for an enemy, the musico left the party. As he passed through the palace gate he was seized by men who deftly gagged him with a handkerchief and placed him in the carriage hired by Sarrasine. Frozen with terror, Zambinella lay back in a corner, not daring to move a muscle. He saw before him the terrible face of the artist, who maintained a deathlike silence. The journey was a short one. Zambinella, kidnaped by Sarrasine, soon found himself in a dark, bare studio. He sat, half dead, upon a chair, hardly daring to glance at a statue of a woman, in which he recognized his own features. He did not utter a word, but his teeth were chattering; he was paralyzed with fear. Sarrasine was striding up and down the studio. Suddenly he halted in front of Zambinella.
>“‘Tell me the truth,’ he said, in a changed and hollow voice. ‘Are you not a woman? Cardinal Cicognara——’
>“Zambinella fell on his knees, and replied only by hanging his head.
>“‘Ah! you are a woman!’ cried the artist in a frenzy; ‘for even a—’
>“He did not finish the sentence.
>“‘No,’ he continued, ‘even he could not be so utterly base.’
>“‘Oh, do not kill me!’ cried Zambinella, bursting into tears. ‘I consented to deceive you only to gratify my comrades, who wanted an opportunity to laugh.’
>“‘Laugh!’ echoed the sculptor, in a voice in which there was a ring of infernal ferocity. ‘Laugh! laugh! You dared to make sport of a man’s passion—you?’
>“‘Oh, mercy!’ cried Zambinella.
>“‘I ought to kill you!’ shouted Sarrasine, drawing his sword in an outburst of rage. ‘But,’ he continued, with cold disdain, ‘if I searched your whole being with this blade, should I find there any sentiment to blot out, anything with which to satisfy my thirst for vengeance? You are nothing! If you were a man or a woman, I would kill you, but—’
>“‘Tell me the truth,’ he said, in a changed and hollow voice. ‘Are you not a woman? Cardinal Cicognara——’
>“Zambinella fell on his knees, and replied only by hanging his head.
>“‘Ah! you are a woman!’ cried the artist in a frenzy; ‘for even a—’
>“He did not finish the sentence.
>“‘No,’ he continued, ‘even he could not be so utterly base.’
>“‘Oh, do not kill me!’ cried Zambinella, bursting into tears. ‘I consented to deceive you only to gratify my comrades, who wanted an opportunity to laugh.’
>“‘Laugh!’ echoed the sculptor, in a voice in which there was a ring of infernal ferocity. ‘Laugh! laugh! You dared to make sport of a man’s passion—you?’
>“‘Oh, mercy!’ cried Zambinella.
>“‘I ought to kill you!’ shouted Sarrasine, drawing his sword in an outburst of rage. ‘But,’ he continued, with cold disdain, ‘if I searched your whole being with this blade, should I find there any sentiment to blot out, anything with which to satisfy my thirst for vengeance? You are nothing! If you were a man or a woman, I would kill you, but—’
