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Babbage's Disease

Babbage's Disease

Birch, Edwin

Paperback

Humor

ISBN10: 1300728612
ISBN13: 9781300728610
Publisher: Lulu Pr
Published: Feb 11 2013
Pages: 120
Weight: 0.21
Height: 0.25 Width: 4.25 Depth: 7.00
Language: English
Edwin Birch coughs up an (slightly fictionalized) autobiographical novel on Charles Babbage--inventor of the Analytical Engine, father of the Computer Age--& his diminutive friend, Jiffy: Hello Jiffy, Babbage murmured, utterly bewildered and transfixed by the strange entity on his lap. What were you doing in my throat? he managed at last. It was a reasonable question, and it received a reasonable answer: I don't know. What's a throat? It's what you were in just now. Oh. I see. I was sitting in it. Ah. Why? Jiffy scrunched up his eyes and thought for a bit. I don't know he said at last, with a bright little smile. What's your name, mister? Babbage, said Babbage. Charles Babbage. That's a stupid name, said Jiffy. I like you. You're a funny colour. Where are we? What's an analytical engine? What did you say? Babbage hissed. I don't know. What's an analytical engine? How... how did you...? I don't know. Is it like a spoon? Or a forest, perhaps?

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