Into one argument—the rounded one.
The Unknown Minstrel.
Count me your children their arithmetic!
Zero, the circle, grows to one, the line:
Both limitless in their own way. Proceed.
Two is by shape the Coptic aspirate,
Life breathed, and death indrawn. And so
Rounds you at last the ten, completion’s self,
The circle and the line. Why stick at nought?
Bertram.