《My Brother is Napoleon》Chapter 15: Fudi Demon's thesis (part 1)
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Joseph was not too concerned about winning or losing the betting match with Napoleon. He remembered that he had watched a movie about Napoleon in his lifetime, and there was an incident in which Napoleon submitted an article to the French Academy of Sciences. It seems that Napoleon wrote an article about the analysis of social problems, and after submitting it, it was lost. Therefore, Joseph felt that it was unlikely that he would lose this bet.
However, this paper still needed to be prepared carefully. If it is normal research, the first thing that needs to be done is the experiment. But for the crossover Joseph, this matter can be slowed down first. The first thing he has to prepare is to prepare some mathematical tools for the later arguments and calculations.
The problem was complicated by the fact that the two or three decades from the 1870s to the early 1800s were a time of great leaps in mathematics, especially in France. During this time, France produced a series of mathematicians that Joseph still has to take a breath of cold air and be scared for half a day when he thinks of them. Even after he had become a traveler, as soon as he thought of them, Joseph immediately remembered the fear dominated by Fourier, Laplace, and Lagrange, and a chill rose from his tailbone to the back of his neck. Fresnel's ability to perfectly explain double-slit diffraction was also inseparable from the achievements of these great and terrible guys. If one were to directly replicate Fresnel's argument, one would almost have to make several key mathematical breakthroughs first.
"It's really, "To solve the Korean problem, we need to solve Manchuria; to solve the Manchurian problem, we need to solve China; to solve the Chinese problem, we need to solve the United States. Since when did I become like one of those mindless Showa counselors who used to create a bigger problem to solve a smaller one? Joseph could not help but mock himself. But considering the impact of this experiment in history, Joseph was still thinking of writing about it under the influence of vanity. Of course, whenever possible, he still wanted to use the mathematical means that were already available to solve the problem. In principle, this is not impossible, but the whole process of proof would be very cumbersome and tedious. It is like a problem that could have been solved by multiplication, but you want to make it by addition.
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As a result, after a few days of trying, Joseph realized that it would take more space to completely bypass these mathematical tools that don't yet exist.
"The first time I saw it, I was able to get it to work. Joseph thought.
After almost a month of bypassing some advanced tools and inventing some "low-level" tools, Joseph finally finished his thesis. Looking at the paper, which was so thick that it looked like a book, Joseph nodded in satisfaction and said, "Finally, we have managed to compress the paper by half. A paper with breakthroughs not only in physics but also in mathematics is a great experience. The only pity is that I didn't get any real-world feedback.
Joseph transcribed another copy of the paper and sent one of them off. The other copy was shown to Amand.
Once he saw the pile of mathematical symbols on the paper, Amand frowned: "Joseph, I wonder what you've been up to all this time, you're doing this. Well, I can barely understand this front, you think light should be a wave, not a particle - this is not the same as Sir Isaac Newton's view. Your experiment is also very interesting, the latter of these things, all the symbols I recognize, but put together what is the meaning, to be honest, I do not understand at all. Of course ...... I don't think you're showing this to me, but to my uncle, right?
"Yes," Joseph said, "I would like to hear Mr. Lavoisier's opinion of it.
"Well, then, tomorrow is Sunday, and I will bring this paper to him.
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"Good morning, Mr. Lavoisier, what can I get you?" A waiter said to Lavoisier, the famous chemist, and member of the French Academy of Sciences, as he bustled to open the door.
"Oh, Mabève, is Mr. Laplace here today? asked Lavoisier, as he handed his cane to the attendant.
"Yes, Mr. Lavoisier, Mr. Laplace is in his office," replied the attendant. The attendant replied.
"Very well, please bring me a pot of black tea to his office in a moment. Lavoisier said as he walked down the corridor, striding towards Laplace's office on the left.
"Yes, sir, I'll bring it to you right away.
Lavoisier walked up to the door of Laplace's office, reached out, and knocked gently on the door, but there was no sound inside. He smiled faintly and knocked again, but there was still no sound inside.
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Lavoisier gently pushed the door and it opened. He went in and saw Laplace sitting at his desk, head down, shaking his quill, calculating something. On his desk was a mess of used manuscript paper.
Lavoisier did not say anything, but walked over, pulled a chair, sat down across from Laplace's desk, and waited quietly.
At that moment, Mabaiov came in with a pot of black tea.
"Ah, Ma Bai Fu, just put it here, pour me a cup. Ravasi said.
Ma Bai Fu put the teapot on the side table, poured another cup of tea, and brought it to Rawasie.
"Well, it's all right here. You can leave now." The tea was served to him with a smile.
The man bowed slightly and walked out gently, closing the door softly behind him.
Ravasi sipped tea while watching Laplace calculate; and Laplace did not look up, he did not even notice that a person was sitting across from his desk.
After another moment, Laplace stuck his quill into the inkwell once more but failed to write on the paper as he had hoped - the inkwell had run out.
"Damn it! I should have gotten a bigger ink bottle," Laplace said. Laplace said, looking up and spotting Lavoisier sitting across the table.
"Mr. Lavoisier, what are you doing here? How long have you been here?" Laplace asked.
For a long time, Laplace worked as an assistant to Lavoisier, and together they determined the specific heats of many substances. in 1780, they both proved that the amount of heat required to break down a compound into its constituent elements was equal to the amount of heat given off by those elements in forming the compound. This can be seen as the beginning of thermochemistry, and it was another milestone toward the law of conservation of energy, following Braque's work on latent heat. So the relationship between the two men was quite good.
"Oh, I've been here for a while. Why does it seems to me that you are calculating the Bonaparte spot?"
"Yes, Mr. Lavoisier." Laplace stood up and said, "You have read the paper? This is so against our instincts. But, damn it, it was observed in the experiment ...... That is to say, if his whole deduction is not a problem, then light is a wave for sure. Well, Hooker would be rolling over in his grave with joy."
Lavoisier said, "Yeah, I read that paper, yesterday morning. It was written by my art-loving nephew, well, you've seen him, by a classmate of his named Joseph Bonaparte. He gave it to me to read through Amand. I have to say, although the conclusion of this paper is a bit counterintuitive, the two experiments are impressive. Especially the "Bonaparte spot". Well, I think this young man also submitted this paper to the science academy to get a prize. I think it's worth 600 francs or more for just two experiments.
"The new mathematical tools he had created in this paper alone were worth it," Laplace said. Laplace said, "But the conclusion that it is just a wave will be difficult for many people to accept.
"Hard to accept? Because Sir Isaac Newton said that light is a particle? Aristotle had a lot of mistakes," said Lavoisier, unconvinced. Is Sir Isaac Newton the pope who never makes mistakes? But you know, I have a lot of things to do. And the mathematical calculations in this essay are too much, even though he has come up with some tricks, but still, the calculations are too much. I have my research, so yesterday I just verified his experiments and looked at his arguments in general, but I haven't had time to go into the details of the math. You know, in mathematics, I am not as good as you, and if it comes to the speed of calculation, I think, in this world, there is no one better than you. So I planned to find you to verify it in detail. I didn't realize you were already doing this."
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