An infinite number of mathematicians walk into a bar. The first orders a вееr, the second orders half a вееr, the third orders a quarter of a вееr, and so on. After the seventh order, the bartender pours two beers and says, "You fellas ought to know your limits."
An infinite number of mathematicians walk into a bar.
The first orders a вееr, the second orders half a вееr, the third orders a quarter of a вееr, and so on.
After the seventh order, the bartender pours two beers and says, "You fellas ought to know your limits."