A light-hearted, short story about a shy but precocious Math student working on symbolic logic (“he had read “Principia Mathematica” when he was in high school, and understood it, too”). Thesis topic, “Influence of industrial revolution on the development of symbolic logic”.
One day, he gets a letter from his aunt with Shelley's lines:
Life, like a dome of many-colored glass,
Stains the white radiance of eternity
At which he realizes there is more to life (in particular, “Nicole”) than scribbling on paper and walks away (he sends in his 2-line thesis to his adviser: “The industrial revolution had no effect whatsoever on the history of symbolic logic”)
There are a couple of nice lines in the story. One:
|(quoted from Multi-Colored Dome)|
Reinkopf said wistfully, “The structure of symbolic logic is the closest we can get to a colorless frame of reference”