|(quoted from Hamlet and Pfister Forms - A Tragedy in Four Acts)|
THE QUEEN: Forms!? Did you say quadratic forms!? Hamlet, don’t we have enough forms!? We already have tax forms, insurance forms, government forms, claim forms,
request forms; even execution forms - I am not filling out anything! If you want
some form in any case, then have a uniform! You can be a soldier!
HAMLET: Pfister will publish a very beautiful matrix proof, and less than 2 years later,
Witt with his usual wit and magic, will utter a magic word, “Runde”, and the
whole proof will collapse into a few lines. It will be a joke.
THE QUEEN: Brevity is the soul of Witt!
THE QUEEN Claudius, you are a king; you have power, money, gold; everything! You must find an answer! What would be the right generalization of a quadratic field, a quaternion algebra, or a Cayley-Dickson algebra?
THE KING (sadly): My dear Queen, unfortunately there is no king's road to mathematics
THE QUEEN I should have never married you. We should have never made a union. We
cannot even prove a theorem together!
THE QUEEN You are naive, my lord. This cannot work. I am sure that you need a noncommutative nonassociative algebra; something horrible, something beyond our wildest imaginings. You need more matter with less art.