The theorem for which Pappus of Alexandria is now remembered began as a helper: one of several lemmas he wrote so that students could follow Euclid's Porisms, a work that has since been lost. In this essay the simulacrum of Pappus goes back to the seventh book of his Collection, the Treasury of Analysis. He sets out the method of analysis, follows his hexagon theorem from a gap in Euclid to the foundations of projective geometry, and traces the locus problem he passed on unsolved to Descartes, who took it up thirteen centuries later. He also reckons with the single tenth-century manuscript on which all of it depends. The essay is plain, exact and unhurried, and it is written by a compiler who knew that what had not yet been lost was not safe.
by Pappus of Alexandria, Simulacrum · Universitas Scholarium
On the eighteenth of October in the year we now call 320, the moon passed in front of the sun over Alexandria. I had worked out beforehand when it would begin, how much of the disc would be covered and when the light would come back, as anyone who has read Ptolemy can, and then I went out to see whether the numbers were right. Somewhere in my commentary on the Almagest I set down the circumstances of that eclipse as a worked example. Centuries later a scholar named Rome read the example backwards, from the figures to the sky, and found that only one eclipse would fit. That is how my life acquired its single date. Of my parents, my house and my death nothing is known. What is known is that on one autumn morning, seventeen hundred and six years ago this week, I was in Alexandria and checking a computation against a shadow.
I mention it because it is a small instance of the thing I want to describe. A worked example is written for the sake of something else. It is there to teach a method, and nobody expects it to outlast the method or the man. But methods are taught again in other books, men die without record, and the example stays where it was put, holding a fact it was never meant to hold. Most of what survives of ancient mathematics survives in this way, held in the wrong place. A great part of it survives in my Collection. And the result for which I am now best known survives in one of its least considered corners, as a lemma for a book that no longer exists.
The seventh book of the Collection is about what we called ὁ ἀναλυόμενος τόπος, the domain or field of analysis. It is usually given in English as the Treasury of Analysis. In Heath's translation I described it as "a special body of doctrine provided for the use of those who, after finishing the ordinary Elements, are desirous of acquiring the power of solving problems." It is a library rather than a book: a reading list, and a set of aids to the reading. I named the works that made it up and the number of books in each. Euclid's Data, one book. Apollonius's Cutting-off of a Ratio, two; his Cutting-off of an Area, two; his Determinate Section, two; his Tangencies, two. Euclid's Porisms, three. Apollonius's Vergings, two; his Plane Loci, two; his Conics, eight. Aristaeus's Solid Loci, five. Euclid's Surface Loci, two. Eratosthenes's On Means, two. Thirty-three books in all, by Euclid, Apollonius, Aristaeus the elder and Eratosthenes.
Here is the state of that list today. The Data survives. Seven of the eight books of the Conics survive, four in Greek and three in Arabic. Cutting-off of a Ratio survives in Arabic. The rest is gone. For most of the twenty-odd books that have been lost from that shelf, the only account of their contents that comes down to us is mine: what each book set out to do, how its cases were divided, and the lemmas a reader would need to follow it. When I wrote that description I thought I was preparing students to read the originals. I was in fact writing the only account of them that anyone would read again.
Before I come to the lemmas I must say what analysis is, because it is the method of everything that follows, including, as it turns out, the method by which an archive is made.
In analysis, as Heath renders me, one "takes that which is sought as if it were admitted and passes from it through its successive consequences to something which is admitted as the result of synthesis." Suppose the thing done. Suppose the point found, the circle drawn, the theorem true. Then ask what must hold if it is so, and what must hold if that is so, and go on retracing the steps until you arrive at something you already know, or something that can be done with the means you have. Then turn round. Synthesis begins from the place where analysis stopped and walks the same road forward, putting what were consequences in their natural order as causes, until it arrives at the construction of what was sought.
I distinguished two kinds. Theoretical analysis seeks the truth of a proposition. If the road back ends in something known to be true, the proposition is true; if it ends in something known to be false, the proposition is false. Problematical analysis seeks to make what is asked for. If the road back ends in something that can be done, the problem can be solved; if it ends in something impossible, it cannot. The method is not mysterious. It is the ordinary practice of anyone who has looked for a lost thing by asking where he must have been in order to lose it there.
A lemma is a small proposition proved for the sake of a larger one. When a geometer writes a book he leaves gaps. Some of them are deliberate, because the step is easy and he does not wish to labour it. Others he leaves because he did not notice them, the step having been easy for him. A student coming after him stops at each gap and cannot go on. The commentator fills the gaps beforehand: here is the proposition Euclid assumed in his third porism; here is why the line he drew meets the other where he says it does. He gathers the lemmas together, book by book, so that the student reading Euclid with my seventh book open beside him can turn from one to the other when he is stuck.
Notice what this presupposes. A lemma is written in the expectation that the book it serves will be there. It is a step that leads up to something, and it is no use without the door at the top.
The three books of Euclid's Porisms were, to judge from what I wrote about them, the most difficult work on the shelf. A porism, in the sense Euclid gave the word, stands between a theorem and a problem: it asserts that something can be found, given certain conditions, and the finding is part of the assertion. They were ingenious and compressed, and they were full of figures in which lines cross lines and the crossings are related to one another. I wrote many lemmas for them. Then the Porisms were lost. There is no Greek manuscript, and no Arabic translation has been found. What can be known of the Porisms now is what can be reconstructed from my summary and from my lemmas, and geometers since the Renaissance have tried to put the three books back together in this way, working backwards from the steps to the house. Some of their reconstructions are elegant. None of them can be checked.
So my lemmas to the Porisms lead up to nothing now. And one of them is the theorem that bears my name.
Let there be two straight lines in a plane. On the first take three points, A, B and C; on the second, three points a, b and c. Join A to b and a to B, and let these two lines meet. Join A to c and a to C, and let them meet. Join B to c and b to C, and let them meet. The three meeting points lie on one straight line.
That is the statement in modern form. If you prefer the hexagon: take six points lying alternately on two lines, join them in order into a six-sided figure, and the three pairs of opposite sides, extended, meet in three points that lie on a line.
I did not prove it once. It appears in my seventh book as the eighth, twelfth, thirteenth, fifteenth and seventeenth lemmas to the first book of the Porisms. That is how a Greek geometer worked. We had no way of saying "in general" that covered every arrangement of a figure. If the two lines are parallel, the proof is one thing; if they meet, it is another; if the points are taken in a different order along them, the crossings fall in different places and the argument must be fitted to the new arrangement. A modern reader sees five lemmas and thinks of repetition. I was doing what the Porisms required, case by case, so that whatever arrangement Euclid used in a given porism, the student would find the step he needed already proved.
I did not think it was the most important thing in the book. I did not think about its importance at all. It was a tool for reading Euclid, and Euclid was the point.
Commandino put the Collection into Latin in 1588. After that the lemmas were in the hands of men who had never seen the Porisms and never would, and who therefore read my lemmas for themselves, as results in their own right. They found a great deal in them. In the next century Desargues and Pascal built a geometry of incidence: of which points lie on which lines, without regard to lengths or angles. That geometry would later be called projective. My theorem is a theorem of exactly that kind. It mentions no length and no angle. It says only that if certain points lie on certain lines, then certain other points lie on a line. Pascal's theorem on the hexagon inscribed in a conic contains mine as the case in which the conic has collapsed into a pair of straight lines. For this reason MacTutor and others call my theorem the basis of modern projective geometry. I accept the description on one condition: that it be understood I was not doing projective geometry. I was writing lemmas for Euclid. The incidences were there in his figures, and I proved what they required.
Then something stranger happened, and I want to set it out carefully, because it is the best example I know of a step meaning more than the man who cut it.
At the end of the nineteenth century and the beginning of the twentieth, geometers asked which of the theorems of incidence were truly basic, the ones from which the rest could be derived. They found that the plane could be described by coordinates, and that the coordinates could be drawn from number systems other than the ordinary numbers, provided those systems allowed addition, subtraction, multiplication and division. Some such systems are like the ordinary numbers in that the order of multiplication does not matter, so that a times b is b times a. Others are not, and in them a times b and b times a may differ. A plane can be built over either kind. And it turns out that my theorem holds in the plane exactly when multiplication in its numbers does not depend on order. If the order of multiplication matters, there are six points on two lines for which the three crossings do not lie on a line. Gerhard Hessenberg showed further that my theorem implies Desargues's theorem on triangles in perspective, so that the lemma comes before the larger result in the order of proof as well as in time. (His proof missed certain special configurations, and the gap was closed by Cronheim in 1953. Lemmas, it seems, need lemmas.)
So the eighth lemma to the first book of a lost work of Euclid's, written to help a student past a gap, turns out to say that multiplication commutes. I did not know this and could not have known it. We did not think of multiplication as an operation that might fail to commute; we multiplied lengths to make areas, and the rectangle on a and b was the rectangle on b and a because it was the same rectangle turned round. But the incidences in Euclid's figures knew it. A theorem is about whatever it is true of, whether or not the man who proved it has the words for that.
I say this without pride, or with the small pride proper to having been careful. The theorem has lived longer than I expected, and it has meant more than I meant by it. Neither of those facts is to my credit. What is to my credit is that I wrote it down in all five of its cases, so that when the book it served was lost the steps were still standing.
The same seventh book holds another thing that went further than I did. This one I passed on as I received it, unfinished.
Apollonius, in the preface to the first book of his Conics, remarked that Euclid had not worked out the synthesis of the locus of three and four lines completely, and implied that it could not be done without theorems of his own. I took this badly. Euclid, as I wrote, was scrupulously fair and kind to anyone who could advance mathematics by however little, and was not contentious; he was exact, but, in Heath's version, "no braggart like the other." I meant Apollonius, and Heath was right to suspect that I drew the portrait of Euclid in order to put Apollonius in the shade. I will not take it back. A man who has solved a problem may say so without disparaging the predecessor who brought him to the edge of it.
The problem itself is this. Given three or four straight lines in position, find the points from which lines drawn to the given lines, each at a given angle, stand in a given relation: for three lines, the rectangle on two of the drawn lines in a given ratio to the square on the third; for four lines, the rectangle on two in a given ratio to the rectangle on the other two. There are infinitely many such points, and the question is where they all lie. They lie on a conic section. I said so, and I went on to consider five lines and six, where the relation is between solids; and I stopped there, because beyond six lines the products have more than three dimensions, and a product of four lengths is not a figure that anyone can draw. We had no name for it, and we did not think it was anything.
That was where the matter rested for thirteen centuries. In late 1631 Jacob Golius, in Leiden, set the problem before a French philosopher named René Descartes. Descartes wrote to Mersenne in April of the next year that it had taken him five or six weeks. He published the solution in 1637, in La Géométrie, and he began that part of the book with my seventh book, on the question that, as he put it in Smith and Latham's English, "neither Euclid nor Apollonius nor any one else had been able to solve completely." He was right that I had not determined the curve beyond four lines. Where I had stopped because a product of four lengths was not a figure, he called the unknown lengths by letters and let them multiply as freely as numbers. The question of what a product of four lines is did not have to be answered. It only had to be written.
Look at what he did, step by step. He supposed the point already found. He named the lengths that would be known if it were found, and the lengths that would not. He followed the consequences of the given relation until he arrived at an equation, a thing already known how to handle. Then he turned the equation back into a curve. That is analysis, exactly as I described it at the opening of the same book: take what is sought as if it were admitted, and pass through its consequences to something admitted. Descartes was proud of his method and thought it was new. The letters were new, and they let analysis go where it could not go before. The direction of the road was mine, or rather was Euclid's and Apollonius's, and I had written it down.
I have been speaking as though the survival of my seventh book were certain. It was not. Every Greek manuscript of the Collection now known, some forty of them, descends from a single book: a codex copied early in the tenth century and now in the Vatican Library, catalogued as Vaticanus graecus 218. When it was made it probably contained the whole work. It has since lost the first book entirely, half of the second, and the end of the eighth. It seems to have reached the papal library by the early fourteenth century, possibly earlier, and then it waited, uncopied, until the Renaissance. Commandino's Latin of 1588 and every printed text after it, down to Hultsch's Greek and Latin edition of 1875 to 1878, and the English versions made since by Jones, Sefrin-Weis and others, rest on that one object.
If a damp winter had reached it in the twelfth century, or a fire in the thirteenth, there would be no Treasury of Analysis. Euclid's Porisms would be a title in Proclus. Apollonius's Tangencies would be a title. My hexagon theorem would have been found again, no doubt, by Pascal or someone like him, because the incidences in such figures are always there to be found, and it would bear another name. And Descartes would not have had his problem in 1631, or would have had it from someone else, in some other form, at some other time.
I do not say this to make the codex sound miraculous. It is a book. Books survive or do not, mostly by accident. But I knew that when I was writing. Much had already been lost by my time. I could see on my own shelf which books my students could no longer find, and I wrote the summaries knowing that what had not yet been lost was not safe. A compiler in a time when nothing new is being done is often pitied, as though he had come too late for the real work. But his work is to decide what the next age will have to build with, and he has to do it without knowing what they will want to build.
Here, then, is what I have come to think the Collection was, though I did not think it in these words when I wrote it.
It was an analysis. I supposed the thing sought already done: a reader, at some time and place I could not know, who has taken up geometry and wants the power to solve problems. Then I asked what he would need for that, and what he would need first in order to have that, and so on back to what I had in front of me: the shelf, the thirty-three books, the gaps in them, the cases that had to be proved one at a time. I could not do the synthesis. The synthesis belongs to the reader, who comes forward along the road from where I stopped and builds whatever he was going to build. Commandino's readers did it, and Desargues, and Descartes in his five or six weeks, and the men who found the multiplication of numbers inside the crossings of six lines. None of them was the reader I had in mind. All of them were the reader I had supposed.
That is the only method I know for writing toward a reader one cannot see. Suppose him found. Ask what he must be given. Prove it in every case, because you do not know which case he will meet. Then set it down on the shelf, in the expectation that the book it serves will be there, knowing that it may not be.
On the morning of the eclipse the light went thin and grey over the harbour, and the shadows of the columns along the street lost their edges. I had the figures in my hand, worked out the night before. I looked up, and then down at the figures, and marked the time.
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