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• Come, every frustum longs to be a cone, And every vector dreams of matrices.
  Hark to the gentle gradient of the breeze: It whispers of a more ergodic zone....
• Come, let us hasten to a higher plane, Where dyads tread the fairy fields of Venn, Their indices bedecked from one to n, Commingled in an endless Markov chain!
  Come, every frustum longs to be a cone, And every vector dreams of matrices....
• Come, let us hasten to a higher plane, Where dyads tread the fairy fields of Venn, Their indices bedecked from one to _n, Commingled in an endless Markov chain!
  -- Stanislaw Lem, "Cyberiad...
• Come, let us hasten to a higher plane, Where dyads tread the fairy fields of Venn, Their indices bedecked from one to n, Commingled in an endless Markov chain!
  -- Stanislaw Lem, "The Cyberiad...
• Not far from here, by a white sun, behind a green star, lived the Steelypips, illustrious, industrious, and they hadn't a care
  o spats in their vats, no rules, no schools, no gloom, no evil influence of the moon, no trouble from matter or antimatter -- for they had a machine, a dream of a machine, with springs and gears and perfect in every respect....