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Cardano and the Case of the CubicAuthor(s): Jeff AdamsSource: Math Horizons, Vol. 12, No. 4 (April 2005), pp. 28-30Published by: Mathematical Association of AmericaStable URL: http://www.jstor.org/stable/25678551 .Accessed: 28/03/2013 22:38
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I"It's impossible. It an't be done. It'snever been done before "
Cardano and the
Case of the CubicJeff damsSouthernOregon University
It was a dark and stormy night in San
Francisco, but fortunately, worked inMilan where things were bright and
beautiful. Bright and beautiful that isuntil she walked into
myoffice. Her face
said that she had a problem, then hermouth .said it too.
'Tve got a problem."All the while her legswere tellingme
that I should be the one to solve it, butthe rest of her body was saying that she
was trouble. Except for her left elbow,which was as quiet as the aluminum potof cold lamb stew in my refrigerator.Yeah, that lamb stew wasn't saying anything to anybody and neither was her leftelbow. That's what had me worried.Girls with quiet elbows can't be trusted.I deduce these things. I'm amathematician. My name's Cardano.
"So what," I said. "We all got problems. I had three already this morningand I'm expecting six more by parcelpost from my mother this afternoon."
"Mr. Cardano, I need your help," shecried." I don't know who else to turn to."She fell, weeping, into the chair.
"Sure" I said. "Take a seat and cry.That's what it's there for."
"I'm sorry. I just..."
"I know the story, ister. I already gotthe punchline figured. I'm supposed to
play the schmoe. Supposed to fall for
you with your pretty knees and daintysilent elbows sitting there between yourthighs and calves and upper arms and
forearms, respectively. Well, I don't gofor that I'm not some sentimental Sam
What I do I do well and I get paid wellfor doing what I do well; although some
times, I don't do what I do well as goodas I normally do what I do well and thenI
get paida little less than well.
But it'salways in cash I don't take checks."
"Yeah, okay," she said, "Whatever."
"Good, as long as we got that
straight. hoot me the dope. Give me the
scoop.What's the case?"She reached into her handbag and her
fingers withdrew a folded sheet of paper.She offered it to me, and I took it.
Unfolding it, I almost fell out of mychair for what it had written on it.
"No..." I said standing. I pushedaway from my desk and I went to thewindow. Milan was a beautiful town,radiant in the sunlight. T should be out
there,' I thought, 'walking across theverdant grass with a lime snow cone inone hand and bunch of green helium balloons in the other.' Then I thought'when did green become my favorite
color?' My reverie was broken by hervoice.
"Mr. Cardano?"
"Leave." I told her. "Leave now, anddon't come back "
"Why?" She cried."It's impossible. It can't be done. It's
never been done before ""But your ad, your ad said you were
the best ""Darn." She had me there.She crossed the room, shoving the
paper intomy face so I could take a real
good look at it.
"I'm far-sighted." I said, so she
pulled it back a bit.I sneered: "a bit more..."
There itwas: x3+6x=20.
I snatched the paper from her fingers.Itwas a cubic. No one had ever solved acubic. But for fifty liras a day plusexpenses, I knew I could do it.
Next time we met was at her place. Iwas giving her the advantage by meet
ing her there but she had insisted. Bynow, I calculated, we needed each other.I had her solution and she needed that.also had her bill and I definitely neededher to pay it.
Her house was a niceplace
ifyou'rethe kind who goes in for gold, silver, and
ivory, or if you happen to like originalworks of fine art, oriental silk carpets,and crystal fountains bubbling over with
champagne. So what if her sidewalkswere flowing with milk and honey? Allitmeant to me was that you'd better
watch out for loose bees and cows or
god forbid some monstrous genetichybrid of the two. Even in the sixteenth
century, if you had money like she did,
you could accomplish anything youwanted.
Her servant ledme in and we passedthrough three atriums and an anteroombefore we came to the front hall.
"Madam is in the study," he said tome,
"Wait here." As I stood there look
ing around I realized she had everythingyou could ever want plus a littlemore. In
hiring a guy like me she'd gotten off
cheap. She could've hired any of the
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Cartoon by Greg Nemec"Mr.Cardano, Ihave a problem."
greats: ScipiFerro,
TonyFior,
Nickythe
Stutterer or Isaac Newton and he hadn'teven been born yet. With the change shehad lying around in her Grecian urns,she could've even had Archimedesraised from his grave. At fifty iras a day,I'd been bamboozled and worst of all,I'd done it tomyself. She'd told me toname my price.
"Who are you?" From behind me thatsweet jackhammer of a voice I remembered ratcheted off the gleaming marble
faces of the corridor."C'mon doll face," I glowered, saun
tering up to her. "Don't get cute withme. It doesn't match your personality.It's me Cardano and I got your answer."
"Cardano," she coughed. "It's been
thirteen years ""Yeah, that's right. Thirteen years at
fifty liras a day plus expenses whichmeans if you want this answer," myhand slipped into the inner pocket of myovercoat and
reappearedwith a small
pieceof
paper carefullyfolded,
"youowe me about two hundred and thirtyseven thousand liras."
"Heavens Gerolamo, haven't you
bathed at all in that time?"I laughed, maybe a little too hard,
maybe a little too long. "You would liketo think, that wouldn't you?"
"Actually, wishing.. .praying..."
"No way, sister, I earned my fee. Ihaven't bathed, shaved or slept. Iadmit Iate but only those things that ame with
inmy grasp. Flies mostly."" For thirteen years?""When I take a job I devote myself toit. You won't find any reason not to pay
me, baby cakes." I could tell my dedication was getting to her. Her eyes were
watering and shewas getting choked up."Okay, I'll pay." She turned but then
froze, without looking back she said,"I'll pay but you have to tellme how youdid it.You have to show me the tech
nique."
"No way, sugarplum."
I said. "We
had a deal, sister, nd our deal didn't saydiddly-squat about me sharing any tech
niques.""But I paid..." She glanced at me
over her shoulder, flashing me with her
pretty puppy dog eyes."Flash your baby blues at me all you
want baby cakes."
"They're green.""Whatever. But I ain't going for it. A
lot f good mathematicians," I said swal
lowing hard,"more brillianter guys than
Ihave fallen for dames with more beautifuller eyes than yours, only to findthemselves face down in a pile ofunworked equations with a knife in theirback and all their good techniquesstashed away in some gal's griddle."
"You mean girdle." She pushed her
swaying bottom towards me.
"That's not gonna be me pumpkin," I
replied icily. "You paid for an answerand that's all
yourtwo hundred and
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thirty-seven thousand liras is going to
get you?an answer."
At that point, she seemed to surren
der, her shoulders slumping, her head
hung. I imagined her unseen face staring
disconsolately at the chiffon pink marble of the tiling."I'm sorry, Gerolamo," she said
almost breathlessly and spun around onthe balls of her feet to face me. In the
long bony-knuckled fingers of her righthand, she held a stainless steel .45.
It probably should have dawned onme then that something was up. All theclues lay bare before me like a deck ofTarot cards spread across the tatteredand
thinning purplevelvet of some old
gypsy's table inside a worn and waterstained canvas tent t the last carnival to
pass through town in thewaning days ofOctober. I had only to recognize that theface of the fool was mine.
"You're going to give me that tech
nique, Cardano," she told me. "You haveto."
"Sure, doll face. Right after youshootme," I said confidently. "Don't get
me wrong. It's not that I think youwon't; I think you can't. Dead men don'ttell tales."
"True," she said, tensing her finger onthe trigger, letting the hammer rise."But ones with excruciatingly painfulgunshot wounds often spill their gutslike a penitent to a priest."
Out of the blue, she starts makingsense? I knew the tables had turned, the
coin flipped, the dice thrown, the ballrolled, the car started, and the paradebegun.
For amoment, we stood there onsid
ering each other, considering ourselves.
Each looking backward down the longsad path that had brought us here untilthat uncomfortable silence that alwaysoccurs when a smart gal with a gunholds a dumb guy at bay became theunbearable quiet of a smart gal with a
gun about to plug a dumb guy."Okay then," I said, no longer seeing
the point of holding out. "All you do iscube one third the coefficient of jc, dd itto the square of one half the constant ofthe
equationand take the
squareroot of
thewhole. You will duplicate this and toone of the two you add one half thenumber you have already squared andfrom the other you subtract one half thesame. Then subtracting the cube root ofthe first from the cube root of the sec
ond, the remainder of which is left s thevalue of jc."1
She nodded in a circular sort ofmotion that didn't seem to demonstrateeither agreement or comprehension.
"You want I should write it down?""I think you'd better. And clean it up
a little so the kids can understand it."
"Sure," I said, "but I'm going to needa pencil and some paper."
She turned to call her butler and an
opportunity appeared. The gun was
pointing away from me. I lunged forward and grabbed her right hand with
my left. s the gun discharged and a bullet ricocheted off the hard stone floorsand walls, I punched her in the jaw ashard as I could. Unfortunately, after thirteen years of self-deprivation, itwasn't
very hard and itwasn't nearly enough.Without much effort on her part, shefreed herself and pushed me away, send
ingme tumbling like a Chinese gymnastacross the atrium. I slammed against thewall and lay there, every square inch of
my body slowly bruising like a badlymishandled peach.
"Don't you get it Gerolamo," she
cried, flicking my nose with the barrelof the .45. "I don't want to hurt you. I
justwant the answer."
"Two," Iwhimpered."That's it, x = 2?"
I nodded."Thirteen years for that?"I shrugged."Yeah, okay," she said.
"Whatever."
She whistled through her teeth and in aflash her butler appeared next to her.
"Mr. Cardano needs a pencil andsome paper." He bowed, clicking hisheels together, nd left.
Coda...
When he returned, he brought withhim with a legal pad and a Berol #10Black Beauty. I was a good dog andwrote down the technique as best Icould. I couldn't clean it up much butthat's the way the cubic crumbles |
1This is the actual quote from Cardano's written proof explaining his method.
Answers from page 16
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ages. Second, open-ended categories
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