I often wondered when I cursed, Often feared where I would be - Wondered where she'd yield her love When I yield, so will she. I would her will be pitied! Cursed be love! She pitied me... -lewis carroll
an amateur mathematician sans writer trapped in the corporeal nightmare of a biologist. a decrepit sage of factoids which are useless in the real world, and a relic of a time ere knowledge was currency of import, moreso than paper and coin.