One morning in April Frank-Balthasar-Frankenstein-Hieronymus-Jens-Fritz-Udo-Clemens-Bibo-Heinrich-Hauke-Hank-Blasius-Arcadius-Giovanni-Igor-Ugur-Driss-Ben-Mohammed-Klaus went on a proportional walk.
The sun shone bright „and this was odd, because it was / the middle of the night.“
But Frank-Balthasar-Frankenstein-Hieronymus-Jens-Fritz-Udo-Clemens-Bibo-Heinrich-Hauke-Hank-Blasius-Arcadius-Giovanni-Igor-Ugur-Driss-Ben-Mohammed-Klaus was a sensible person, he cared little about odditions.
He knew his orbits. He had but one question: What on earth lies between the ingenious equations of VD?
We take leave here because we’re not interested in the answer to this question.