So when he assigned Problem 5.3-1 (the infamous “evaporation of a glycerin drop into falling air”) for the third straight year, he expected the usual results: a cascade of panicked emails, a few noble failures, and maybe one or two correct solutions from his teaching assistant.
Leo didn’t flinch. “No, sir. We solved it.” So when he assigned Problem 5
“Show me,” Thorne whispered.
Thorne sat down heavily. He looked at his own marginalia—decades of notes—and realized he’d never seen the pattern. He’d used the book as a reference, not as a puzzle. a few noble failures