In his dream he stood at the center of endless concentric circles. The
first circle contained the numbers from 1 to 10; the second, those from 11
to 100... and so on, illimitably, over the infinite surface of a boundless
plain.... Beside him in the center stood Pi, the master of ceremonies.
Pi's face was masked, and it was understood that none could behold it and
live. But piercing eyes looked out from the mask, inexorable, cold, and
enigmatic. -- Bertrand Russell, "The Mathematician's Nightmare"
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