This involved firing up some rather long dormant mental machinery and saying "uhhh" for protracted periods, thus being unable to concentrate on rooting for the Suns and thereby possibly contributing to their loss. But, to a level of astonishment that even caused the game to pause and Amare Stoudemire to look through the screen at me and say "Whoa!", I did it!
I will delete the various durations of inarticulate hemming that came between each step:
- "So, if the square root of two was a fraction, it would be equal to x/y where both x and y would be integers."
- "That would mean that the square of x was twice the square of y."
- "So what I need to do is prove that a number that is twice the square of an integer can't be the square of another integer."
- "Well, any integer can be expressed as its prime factors, and the prime factors of the square of an integer are just going to be those prime factors twice. So the square of an integer always has an even number of prime factors"
- "Twice the square of an integer has to have an odd number of prime factors. Because its prime factors are going to be the prime factors of the square of the integer--an even number--and two."
- "If twice the square of an integer has an odd number of prime factors, then it isn't itself the square of any integer. So there are no integers x and y for which the square of x is twice the square of y. Q-E-[expletive deleted]-D."
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Nice work! Rumor has it that Hippasus came up with this very proof back in the day (I think around 500BC). Hippassus was a student of Pythagoras. The Pythagorians believed in the absolute purity of numbers. And so with this proof Hippasus showed them to be wrong. But the Pythaorians showed him in the end: they killed him for it. Or so goes the rumor.
So you're lucky no one killed you for doing this.
The issue came up because we knew that the proof that the square root of two was an irrational number was how irrational numbers were discovered, but then came the question of how one would prove that. So I knew one had to be able to get there via nonarcane reasoning.
Why did the whole honor of sociology rest on some dorkjob math problem?
Alas, we have no proof that any of this really happened before being written here.
Are you calling me a pantywaist?
Ang, it makes for a more dramatic story that way.
Anon, you could take my word for it as a fellow anonymous commenter. Or Jeremy could scan my fruitless, pantywaist-ish, paper-based attempt.
I wasn't necessarily calling you a pantywaist. Maybe. I do know that paper wouldn't have helped me at all.
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