SuPeRLaRk
12-11-2005, 10:08 PM
[align=left]A LOVE LETTER FROM A FAMOUS MATHEMATICIAN TO HIS BELOVED
My Dear Love,
Yesterday, I was passing by your rectangular house in
trigonometric
lane. There I saw you with your cute circular face,
conical nose and
spherical eyes, standing in your triangular garden.
Before seeing you
my heart was a null set, but when a vector of
magnitude (likeness) from
your eyes at a deviation of theta radians made a
tangent to my heart, it
differentiated.
My love for you is a quadratic equation with real
roots, which only
you can solve by making good binary relation with me.
The cosine of my
love for you extends to infinity. I promise that I
should not resolve
you into partial functions but if I do so, you can
integrate me by applying
the limits from zero to infinity.You are as essential
to me as an
element of a set. The geometry of my life revolves
around your acute
personality.
My love, if you do not meet me at parabola restaurant
on date 10 at
sunset, when the sun is making an angle of 160
degrees, my heart would
be like a solved polynomial of degree 10. With love
from your higher order
derivatives of maxima and minima, of an unknown
function.
Yours ever loving,
Pythagoras [/center]
My Dear Love,
Yesterday, I was passing by your rectangular house in
trigonometric
lane. There I saw you with your cute circular face,
conical nose and
spherical eyes, standing in your triangular garden.
Before seeing you
my heart was a null set, but when a vector of
magnitude (likeness) from
your eyes at a deviation of theta radians made a
tangent to my heart, it
differentiated.
My love for you is a quadratic equation with real
roots, which only
you can solve by making good binary relation with me.
The cosine of my
love for you extends to infinity. I promise that I
should not resolve
you into partial functions but if I do so, you can
integrate me by applying
the limits from zero to infinity.You are as essential
to me as an
element of a set. The geometry of my life revolves
around your acute
personality.
My love, if you do not meet me at parabola restaurant
on date 10 at
sunset, when the sun is making an angle of 160
degrees, my heart would
be like a solved polynomial of degree 10. With love
from your higher order
derivatives of maxima and minima, of an unknown
function.
Yours ever loving,
Pythagoras [/center]