Lately there has been this visiting scholar who comes and sits in the office to read his newspaper and drink his coffee. He is from England and when we first met he told me that my name was a palindrome.
Too hot to hoot, I said.
He then told me that he was surprised that I knew what a palindrome was. Because I was American. He said it with such sincerity that I felt no anger towards him. He’s probably right, and I’m fairly sure that if I hadn’t been told my entire life that my name was a palindrome I probably wouldn’t know what a palindrome was either. My mom used to call me a “hannahgram” because I think she thought the word for palindrome was anagram.
Either way, this even compelled me to write out some of my favorite cyclical sentences:
“Are we not drawn onward, we few, drawn onward to new era?”
“Dogma: I Am God”
“Sums are not set as a test on Erasmus.”
“Reviled did I live,” said I, as evil I did deliver.
“Lived on decaf, I faced no devil.”
And then a little piece of uncanny symmetry for you science, kids:
111,111,111 * 111,111,111 = 12345678987654321
1 Comment
April 30, 2009 at 12:23 am
I enjoyed the hannahgrams…er, palindromes. The one about decaf may become my mantra if I I ever give up the coffee vice.