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[zlyuk]

 in my humble judgement, no science is as noble and sublime as Statistics.

not only it contrived to have among its leaders a set of people with optimised english names, such as Box, Cox, Pearson, Spearman, Wilcox, Wilcoxon, etc.

not only it managed to ignore away the complexity of the real world all along the most scientifically turbulent century; and when it became impossible to sustain anymore, delegated all that mess to the little step-brother, one M. Learning, also telling him that he belongs to another, less haughty family.

not only some day it casually mentioned to his another removed half-sibling, Medicine, that things better to be done more orderly, and the latter gentleman never knew a rest since then.

but now, you open your regular boring textbook on logistic regression, and chapter 5, on p. 112, starts with "The methods to be discussed in this chapter are not to be used as a substitute for, but rather as an addition to, clear and careful thought."

when a physicist cries alone at night, it's because he dreams of being a statistician.