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Professor Quillibrace
Mr Blottisham
Miss Elowen Stray
Blottisham:
I must protest. First the cat, then the friend, the hidden manuals, the branching worlds… What next?
Quillibrace:
Next is reflection. On ourselves rather than the physics.
Elowen Stray:
So the interpretations are… symptoms?
Quillibrace:
Precisely. They are our attempts to force the theory into a story we could tell comfortably.
Blottisham:
I insist that some of them have merit!
Quillibrace:
Merit as entertainment, yes. Merit as necessity? Not a jot.
Blottisham:
But what about all those learned debates?
Quillibrace:
They are debates about questions that the theory declined to answer.
Elowen Stray:
So the trouble with interpretations…
Quillibrace:
…is that they confuse human impatience for physical requirement.
Blottisham:
And the universe continues unbothered?
Quillibrace:
Completely. It performs its instantiations quietly, with no regard for our metaphors.
Blottisham:
So every cat, every friend, every secret variable and branching world…
Quillibrace:
…lives only in imagination.
Elowen Stray:
A very lively imagination.
Blottisham:
I suppose that makes me indispensable.
Quillibrace:
You are, indeed, an indispensable witness to folly.
Blottisham:
Then I shall continue to invent them, posthumously if necessary.
Quillibrace:
Posthumously or while alive, imagination remains generous.
Elowen Stray:
So physics doesn’t punish mistakes.
Quillibrace:
It merely refuses to reward them.
Blottisham:
Then the moral of this series…
Quillibrace:
…is that the trouble was never the physics. It was our stories.
Elowen Stray:
And our inability to distinguish constraint from drama.
Blottisham:
I see. Perhaps I can retire my catastrophes.
Quillibrace:
Or at least assign them proper roles: entertainment, pedagogy, and mild complaint.
(A pause. Blottisham smiles, Elowen nods, and Quillibrace sips his tea with serene satisfaction.)
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