Lipton’s Journal/February 7, 1955/441

But I go at this in the most outrageous form. All the things I learned over the weekend went into the above notes. I hate exposition. So I detest going back over the ideas I had, they are already real to me, and I wish merely to cast them now into mathematical forms. (How lucky Einstein was!) (The universe really gave him a loving fuck.) But, to explain how I got here, I have to go back over the exposition, and I hate to waste the time. Nonetheless, for those hours in the week to follow when I am down from this peak, I’d better have less advanced and mystical remarks or I’ll be repelled myself.