Where was I? Well, last week* we established, among other oddities, that diclofenac is bad for the religion of Zoroastrianism. That post didn’t really have anything to do with mathematics (although I did at least attempt to tenuously link it chaos theory), so I will make up for it by at least mentioning some mathematicians this week, if not actual mathematics. However, I will stick with the topic of religion for the time being.
This is partly inspired by a book I’ve just read: Galileo’s Daughter, by Dava Sobel. It doesn’t really match up to Longitude, but is a good read nonetheless. It is really about the life and work of Galileo Galilei, although Sobel gives us the hard science and history in a more easily digestible form, by interweaving commentary on his relationship with his daughter. She seems to have been a quite extraordinary woman: sent to a convent at age thirteen due to her illegitimacy (and hence lack of marriage prospects), she spent her whole life in extreme poverty within those walls, but still managed to be a doctor, playwright, composer, musician and prolific correspondent in the little time she had which wasn’t dedicated to prayer, labour and general suffering.
Anyway, one of the things which struck me most about Galileo’s life was his relationship with the all-powerful Catholic church at this time. He was a very devout Catholic: publicly, of course (claiming Catholicism is, after all, preferable to torture and painful death), but more surprisingly, given the utter ignorance and persecution he suffered at the hands of the Inquisition, he remained privately devoted to the church. He even said, near the end of his life: