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“Isaac Newton was born at Woolsthorpe, near Grantham, in Lincolnshire, 1642: a weakly and diminutive infant, of whom it is related that, at his birth, he might have found room in a quart mug. He died on March the 20th, 1727, after more than eighty-four years of more than average bodily health and vigour; it is a proper pendant to the story of the quart mug to state that he never lost more than one of his second teeth.”

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Book:Essays on the Life and Work of Newton
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Augustus De Morgan
Augustus De Morgan

Augustus De Morgan was a distinguished British mathematician recognized for his contributions to algebra and logic. Born on June 27, 1806, and passing away on March 18, 1871, De Morgan's work laid the groundwork for modern symbolic logic and he is also renowned for his research in number theory and mathematical analysis. more

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