Integration: (1 Viewer)

[windoze007]

To C or not to C, that is the problem -
Whether 'tis rigorous for integrals to have
That dreaded constant, or to take limits
Against the school board, and die of
Slings and textbooks of outrageous calculus.
To add, to sigma, no more! And by a sigma,
To say we limit the delta to the thousandth of
Unity that the integer is domained in: 'tis a
Function devoutly to be wisht. To integrate,
To parts; To parts, perchance to differentiate:
Aye, there's the chain, for in the parts of death,
What maths teacher may come, and shuffle
Us off this class, must give us detention.
There’s the tears that makes stupidity of
So large integration: for who could bear the
Recursion and variable-change often time required,
Th’examiner’s mistake, the proud freak’s method,
The pangs of despis’d trig-sub, the T-law’s failure
To work when theta is 180 degrees; When he himself
Might his exams fix, with a bare railgun or machete?
Who would Harder 3 Unit topics bear,
To grunt and sweat under a weary life,
But that dread of something below band 6,
The undiscovere’d country, from whose parents
With murderous intent in eyes, forces the will,
And makes us rather bear the integration we have.

now this is appreciating maths (lol)

 

[casebash]

Modified version

To C or not to C, that is the problem -
Whether 'tis rigorous for integrals to have
That dreaded constant, or to take limits
Against the school board, and die of
Not only rings and Arrow’s theorem, but outrageous calculus.
To add, to sigma, no more! And by a sigma,
To say we limit the delta to the thousandth of
Unity that the integer is domained in: 'tis a
Function devoutly to be wisht. To integrate,
To parts; To parts, perchance to differentiate:
i, there's the chain, cos in the parts of naught,
What teacher may come, and permutate
Us off this class, must give us detention.
There’s the tears that makes stupidity of
So large integration: for who could bear the
Recursion and variable-change often time required,
Th’examiner’s mistake, the proud freak’s method,
The pangs of despis’d trig-sub, the T-law’s failure
To work when theta is 180 degrees; When he himself
Might his exams fix, with a bare railgun or machete?
Who would Harder 3 Unit topics bear,
To grunt and sweat under a weary life,
But that dread of something below band 6,
The undiscovere’d country, from whose parents
With murderous intent in eyes, forces the will,
And makes us rather bear the integration we have.

 

[pLuvia]

Very clever mate