Henri Rousseau Exotic Landscape

Henri Rousseau Exotic LandscapeHenri Rousseau Exotic Landscape 1908Henri Rousseau Eve
that a hypotenuse? It's wiggly."
"It's not wiggly. It's drawing it straight and you're looking at it in a wiggly way!"
"I'll bet thirty obols it can't do a square!"
"Here's forty obols says it can."
There was another pause, and then a cheer.
"Yeah!"
"That's more of a tortoise doing geometry?"
"Another daft idea, Didactylos?"
"I said so all along. It's just a tortoise."
"There's good eating on one of those things . . ."
The mass of philosophers broke up, pushing past Brutha without paying him much attention. He caught a glimpse of a circle of damp sand, covered with geometrical figures. Om was sitting in the middle of them. Behind him was a very grubby pair of philosophers, counting out a pile of coins.of a parallelogram, if you ask me," said a petulant voice."Listen, I knows a square when I sees one! And that's a square.""All right. Double or nothing then. Bet it can't do a dodecagon.""Hah! You bet it couldn't do a septagon just now.""Double or nothing. Dodecagon. Worried, eh! Feeling a bit avis domestica? Cluck-cluck?""It's a shame to take your money . . ."There was another pause."Ten sides? Ten sides? Hah!""Told you it wasn't any good! Whoever heard