A Thought Experiment

As is my duty, being the spare, he’d snigger. Then he too, would roll his eyes as she repeated his words back, mocking them and choosing to tease him instead. Won’t be saying that when suddenly your arm is melting off! He’d retort, laughing and shaking his head at her. Don’t throw your future away over such a mundane thing, make it count.

As a noble, he’d been expected to marry another of similar stature and he had almost achieved it. His perfect match. All for it to crumble, not just for him, but nearly the whole Dumont line. Ettie was the only woman who understood him, who soothed him when the world became so irrational. Life as a bachelor was just natural when the love of his life remained out of reach.

She did well to pull his attention away from spiralling into a deeply rooted wound, appealing to his other great love. His smile returned, thoughtful and with a sigh Rene would ponder on it briefly. It… is the universal language, where all things interconnect. Language, Science, Art, Music, they all root themselves in a numerical sequence. His fingers demonstrated, balancing the violin in a way that proved his point. Music has tones and semi tones. Harmonies, rhythm, all patterns that when broken down are a tapestry of numbers. One could argue that if you understood numbers, the equations, you understood a great many things all at once.