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Originally Posted by Profpat  ...
the pentagram of the Pythagoreans ... |
This is off-the-track, but you guys could use a short "breather" from your intense thinking.
At the urging of his tribe, Chief Pythagoras decided to take a bride,
And three young indian maidens vied for the Chief's favor.
The first and most alluring maiden made him a handsome robe of elk skin.
The second maiden, known for her lilting voice, created a pair of beatifully beaded moccasins for the Chief.
Finally, the obese and unkept third maiden gave him a shoddy rug made from the skin of a hippopotamus,
And the rest of the tribe derided her for it.
Chief Pythagoras disappeared into his tipi for two days to contemplate his options.
When he emerge, he announced that his new bride would be the unkept third maiden,
And the elders of the tribe were aghast and shouted, "Why her? Why her?!"
To this, Chief Pythagoras replied, "I visioned my future with each of the maidens, and after much diliberation I decided that ...
the squaw of the hippopotamus was equal to the squaws of the other two hides.
Carry on, gentlemen.