There’s a guy sitting at the window-facing counter at Top Pot. He keeps swearing and stumbling around, shuffling papers and spilling coffee. He only calls attention to himself occasionally, so he hasn’t been a nuisance. He’s talking to someone on his cell phone now. He just said, in a sort of whiney out-of-it voice, “Why? I don’t remember why I called you.” There’s a four inch thick textbook sitting at his side. It’s title is, “Gravity.”
It’s okay to write “textbook” as one word. This doesn’t go toward any sort of wordcount.
Well, obviously, he is proof that G does not equal a constant.
I have a copy of that textbook – it’s all about tensors (those mathematical constructs which define gravity) and is by John Wheeler, University of Texas/Austin and a world authority in the field of astrophysics and gravity. Wow, what the hell was that guy doing eating donuts (well, they’re actually yeast-enabled toruses, aren’t they! with their own strange gravity).