I didn't feel sad, but reading that paper I feel something which knows no name. It is between respect, appreciation for beauty, and the need to do some maths. I

I didn't feel sad, but reading that paper I feel something which knows no name. It is between respect, appreciation for beauty, and the need to do some maths. It isn't griefful, but it is truthful, and surely M.Nash would have liked it truthful.