Aldous Huxley,
Little Mexican & Other Stories
“ The young Archimedes seemed to be just as happy as the little tow-headed barbarian. A few minutes ago he had been busy with the theorem of Pythagoras. Now, tooting indefatigably along imaginary rails, he was perfectly content to shuffle backwards and forwards among the flower-beds, between the pillars of the loggia, in and out of the dark tunnels of the laurel tree. [325] The fact that one is going to be Archimedes does not prevent one from being an ordinary cheerful child meanwhile. ”
