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Logic Sometimes Makes Monsters. For Half A Century We Have Seen A Mass Of Bizarre Functions Which Appear To Be Forced To Resemble As Little As Possible Honest Functions Which Serve Some Purpose.

It Is The Harmony Of The Diverse Parts, Their Symmetry, Their Happy Balance; In A Word It Is All That Introduces Order, All That Gives Unity, That Permits Us To See Clearly And To Comprehend At Once Both The Ensemble And The Details.

I Entered An Omnibus To Go To Some Place Or Other. At That Moment When I Put My Foot On The Step The Idea Came To Me, Without Anything In My Former Thoughts Seeming To Have Paved The Way For It, That The Transformations I Had Used To Define The Fuchsian Functions Were Identical With Non-euclidean Geometry.

Point Set Topology Is A Disease From Which The Human Race Will Soon Recover.

But All Of My Efforts Served Only To Make Me Better Acquainted With The Difficulty, Which In Itself Was Something.