That brain of mine is something more than merely mortal; as time will show; (if only my breathing & some other et-ceteras do not make too rapid a progress towards instead of from mortality).
Before ten years are over, the Devil’s in it if I have not sucked out some of the life-blood from the mysteries of this universe, in a way that no purely mortal lips or brains could do.
No one knows what almost awful energy & power lie yet undeveloped in that wiry little system of mine. I say awful, because you may imagine what it might be under certain circumstances….
I am doggedly attacking & sifting to the very bottom, all the ways of deducing the Bernoulli Numbers….I am grappling with this subject, & connecting it with others.
Sunday, July 31
Ada Lovelace, writing to Charles Babbage, as she struggled to develop the world’s first computer program.