They've found a diagram inside but don't know what it is.
Valentine complains that Thomasina was doing classical maths, and tries to explain iteration in more detail. He complains about all the 'noise' in his grouse data, and says that there is no way that Thomasina could have made any real discoveries.
Valentine: The unpredictable and the predetermined unfold together to make everything the way it is... The ordinary-sized stuff which is our lives, the things people write poetry about—clouds—daffodils—waterfalls—what happens in a cup of coffee when the cream goes in—these things are full of mystery, as mysterious to us as the heavens were to the Greeks... We're better at predicting events at the edge of the galaxy or inside the nucleus of an atom than whether it'll rain on auntie's garden party three Sundays from now... It makes me so happy. To be at the beginning again, knowing almost nothing.... A door like this has cracked open five or six times since we got up on our hind legs. It's the best possible time of being alive, when almost everything you thought you knew is wrong.
They discuss whether Gus is a 'genius' or not. Bernard enters 'in high excitement and triumph'. He has found a passage mocking Chater in a copy of 'English Bards and Scotch Reviewers' thats isn't in Byron's handwriting. Hannah has found a letter from Lady Croom talking about how Mrs Chater and Brice got married in 1810.
Bernard: I'll tell you your problem. No guts.
Valentine: Are you talking about Lord Byron, the poet?
Bernard: No, you fucking idiot, we're talking about Lord Byron, the chartered accountant.”
Valentine: (Unoffended) Oh, well he was here alright, the poet.
Bernard goes into shock and Hannah wakes him up with a kiss on the cheek, and he goes to look for the game book.
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