Trina and I were married in the refectory at Lytham Hall. It was decorated by the students and faculty of the Mathematics Department, who built a wedding canopy out of old tent-parts and strung flowering vines around it and who tied white roses around the oak columns at the front and back of the room and onto the sides of the chairs that bordered the aisle. And because they knew what subject I taught, the coming together of Math and English was the theme they chose and they hung large pieces of mural-paper on the walls and windows, with algebraic symbols and literary terms painted on them, and the centerpieces they made consisted of stacks of Shakespeare’s plays beneath cardboard cut-outs of Isaac Newton and Leonhard Euler, with each man’s hair made of white cotton candy.
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