the swerve or i am the operator with my pocket calculator

Fourth century BC philosophy, Epicurus, whose Athenian salon was referred to as the farm and attracted many contemporary adherents and much, much later through his rediscovery previsioned Enlightenment-thinking and quantum uncertainty as a way of giving free-will through a bit of microscopic called the swerve or deviation chaos a purchase in an otherwise pre-determined Cosmos, once extolled that, “a bit of cheese was enough to turn a meal of bread and water into a feast.”
Blaise Pascal, who is probably best known for his Wager also invented the first functional and patented pocket calculator to assist his ailing father in his job as an assayer and the discipline of probability and statistics by asking how to fairly call a game that was interrupted—it is never a draw—that drive our algorithmic-based economics and world-view, once wondered in his unfinished, draft Pensées how “The beak of the parrot, which it wipes, although it is clean.” I wonder what the contexts of both fragments were—I suspect they are one and the same.