Tuesday, November 09, 2004

41.the girl who fell in love with an angle

Since the day M&M saw a sighing moustached middle-ager leaning over the counter of his intelligent fabric shop, with his two twin elbows amounting to 30º each, she could never bring herself to forget it. The angle. She could measure them up easily since she had an optimeter implanted. And she fell in love with the 30-degrees one. You could see why, said the mysterios stranger to her. He got into a lengthy mathematical explanation, talking to M&M about the implications of her disjointed personality, two consciences, three personalities, two by thirty is sixty, three by thirty is ninety, three by two by thirty is one hundred and eighty. That did not impress her at all; she didn't even remember to ask him how the heck did he know so much about her. But she did go with him when he put his hand over the bar, very casually. It was a six-fingered hand whose thin fingers divided the 180º arch into five slices of 30º. "I have thirty-three fingers", he added, "but for everyday dealings I only use twelve". She didn't say a word: she took his hand and went away with him.

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