“The love-note you sent — or rather its envelope — is now thoroughly etched with physics and semantic observations, insights, theorems, argument notes, corrections to medical myths, and symbols (yes, even equations) that only a madman or a prophet could possibly apprehend. I trust you will find this a suitable arrangement, rather than, as some, desiring an order that is as visually hygienic as it is bereft of prodigy. Yours. Me.”

— a matter of missives