I encountered a slightly different variation on this riddle once again in LABYRINTHS OF REASON by William Poundstone. Anyone with the slightest interest in logic and the concept of paradox should read it. A man by the name of Bernard Lowell, at the age of twenty, moved from his home in a small town in Ohio to Las Vegas, Nevada. He was fascinated by the games of chance, and by the people who thought they could beat the games. Games like craps and roulette held little interest for him. ...

Note: I have heard this riddle presented in many forms. Most recently, I read this version in LABYRINTHS OF REASON by William Poundstone. The jury found the prisoner guilty of the worst sort of murder. Well within his rights to sentence the prisoner to death, the judge could not indulge himself and have the manner of the murderer's death exceed a simple hanging. Nevertheless, the nature of this specific crime filled the judge with outrage, and he struggled within the bounds of his man...

Thanks for the times tables. Nine multiplied by seven? No worries. And I can spell "subpoena" correctly eight of ten times without a spell check. Pizza crust? Marinara? Let's just say Emeril looks like the chef at Alcatraz. Unfortunately, you neglected to instruct me in some fundamental concepts. Perhaps you don't know the answers yourself. Well, I've reached the cold, clear moment in my life where I refuse to accept ignorance any longer. To quote one of the most significant visio...