Something about him reminded me of one of those figures from old-fashioned playing cards or the sort used by fortune-tellers, a print straight from the pages of an incunabulum: his presence was both funereal and incandescent, like a curse dressed in its Sunday best.

We'll call you anything we want, Dave said. You owe us eighty-five large, Ace, and what we've got for collateral on that money so far is a shitload of Arm & Hammer baking soda worth about a buck-fifty. We'll call you Hubert J. Motherfucker if we want to.

In the present paper an attempt is made to find for the tetrahedron the analogues of the circles of Apollonius of the triangle.

Her enthusiasm for work can be really infectious.