Acalculia
and I
I
was never a calculating sort of person
By
Gyan
C A Fernando
Acalculia and I
Some
of you out there, having just got up on a Sunday morning and having just
glanced at but not really comprehended the main title of this article, are
probably thinking that Acalculia is a young Eastern European, short-skirted,
disco type tart that I once used to associate with.
Others,
well-versed in Classic Greek Literature in their formative years and who have
just had the advantage of an invigorating
early morning cup of tea might be thinking, with smug complacency, that
Acalculia must be one of those nasty Siren type girls from Greek Mythology.
Well you know Medusa et al don’t you?
Can
you all now get up and stand in the corner of the class!
You
are all wrong! It is neither!
For
most people it is quite easy-peasy to work out that the logarithm of whatever
is something-or-the-other, just off the tops of their heads. For me, the
complex mathematical formula of two plus two is quite easy, but anything else
is a challenge.