Don Marquis Quote

[Statistics] skip over the boundary into a sort of fourth dimensional land. And there they dance like the motes one sees if one stares at the wind long enough so that the little veins in one's eyes become congested with blood corpuscles.


Prefaces, Preface to a Book of Statistics (p. 183)


[Statistics] skip over the boundary into a sort of fourth dimensional land. And there they dance like the motes one sees if one stares at the wind...

[Statistics] skip over the boundary into a sort of fourth dimensional land. And there they dance like the motes one sees if one stares at the wind...

[Statistics] skip over the boundary into a sort of fourth dimensional land. And there they dance like the motes one sees if one stares at the wind...

[Statistics] skip over the boundary into a sort of fourth dimensional land. And there they dance like the motes one sees if one stares at the wind...