little or nothing to do with nothingness itself. These people, it may be, tend to cheapen the hole thing--but under our laws they have the right to think about what they please, as they please; and that includes the laws of nature.
And in the end, who can readily say which response to black holes is authentic and which is not? Who can say that the Toombses and the Mrs. Wikes of this world are real zeros? Who can say--although we may know what a black hole is--what a black hole is like? Not the experts.
"'Like.' Oh, it can't be likened to anything," says Rocky Top Observatory's Bem Rogovin.
"It's . . . different from anything. It's--I wouldn't say opposite--it's . . . Oh, what's the word?"
"No, not that. Yet definitely not matter. I would say, perhaps . . . amatter."
I give you now Professor Twist,
A conscientious scientist.
Trustees exclaimed, "He never bungles!"
And sent him off to distant jungles.
Camped on a tropic riverside,
One day he missed his loving bride.
She had, the guide informed him later,
Been eaten by an alligator. Professor Twist could not but smile.
"You mean," he said, "a crocodile."