a lonely number like root three...

Fui ao cinema: Harold and Kumar 2 - uma comédia... (eu ia dizer "parva", mas não sei se deva). A dupla de amigos (de ascendência coreana e indiana) percorre ao longo do filme as mais variadas discriminações minoritárias, acompanhadas das idiotices do (?típico?) agente americano. Não é um filme sobre o qual eu viria aqui escrever, não fora o poema recitado por uma das personagens...

I fear that I will always be
A lonely number like root three

A three is all that's good and right,
Why must my three keep out of sight
Beneath a vicious square root sign,

I wish instead I were a nine
For nine could thwart this evil trick,
with just some quick arithmetic

I know I'll never see the sun, as 1.7321
Such is my reality, a sad irrationality

When hark! What is this I see,
Another square root of a three
Has quietly come waltzing by,

Together now we multiply
To form a number we prefer,
Rejoicing as an integer

We break free from our mortal bonds
And with a wave of magic wands

Our square root signs become unglued
And love for me has been renewed.

[David Feinberg, The Square Root of Three]

Não sei se apreciaram, mas eu achei delicioso!