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     EXT.  SEATTLE AIRPORT, RUNWAY -- DAY
     BOEING wheels screeching...

     Nicholas' jet touches down tarmac, SEA/TAC Airport. Weather
     terrible, driving rain, Seattle cold, and do you understand
     miserably wet?

     EXT.  SEATTLE AIRPORT, LOADING ZONE -- DAY

     Nicholas follows a CHAUFFEUR.  The chauffeur opens a 2017 Daimler
     Benz Maybach 625DL($438,000.00 w/ Trucoat(tm), Coritnthian
     Leather(tm)) LIMO door, closing it with a staid leavened solidity
     promising the extra armored security and safety, for the most
     demanding patrons of bilionairism's seriousy adult needs.

     Several pressed SHIRTS hang waiting, with one AFTER HOURS(tm)
     mint and one rose in glass Baccarat Iris Flute(tm) affixed to
     diamond tufted roof support. (TTL fare $687.55, includes
     shirts. This is water off the back of a duck personal liquid
     wealth, $1,448 Million free and clear beyond expenses/mandates
     1997, Today 3.64 Billion)

     EXT.  VAN BAER/GRANT BUILDING -- DAY

     Uve, Gaear Aarndt, Fagelein - VAN BAER paterfamilias' conclave,
     1830's Indonesia Dutch East Indies Import/Export, 
     Ancestors: brutally cruel Dutch congo slave trade
     Bordello, Casino Burlesque 
     Copra
     Marine bronze foundary
     Olland Amerika(SOLD)
     Viet Nam US surplus export,

     TODAY 
      other family line success inport/export Sino Shenzen vast
     electronics mart. 

      `Coutre-feit, LLC' Fake, counterfeit Swiss Watch Dealer/Broker,
      Shenzen and Hong Kong

     Old German/Dutch/Polish extended family globally distributed in
     book publishing, mining, dry bulk freight brokerage, copra, coca,
     increasingly Chinese import/export.

     In the failing rump shadow of the Baer/Grant Publishing offices,
     the limousine idles.  Downtown Seattle, cold grey, and wet. Three
     blocks west, four blocks north, is th notorious 1st and Pike
     `Show Street' intersection, bullseye seedy center of Seattle's
     raw agressively closeted turbulent Combat Zone, organized crime
     shake downs, insurance racket, corrupt precinct beat cops -no
     busking musicians here, multiple porn shops strip clubs crack
     addicted female skeletons, explicit Apple Theater(tm) marquee
     reads LIVE SEX FILM EMPORIUM, vertically, the front of the
     marquee rising from the 2nd to the top of the 3rd floor, cold
     rain buses grinding- savaged rudderless addicts outside as well
     as inside, street walkers, shitheel's world of iconic miserable
     fucking shithole proclaiming sordid criminal depression's only
     entrance/exit is back to redundant concertina razor wire coiled
     gate to Washington State's corrupt CCA Prison's slave industrial
     labor compounds `Wally's World' Walla Walla festering worked
     state owned slaves' hell hole.

INT.

     VAN BAER/GRANT/(VAN ORTEN) GROUP, LLC
     VAN BAER/GRANT PUBLISHING(tired, existing only on tepid fumes), 

      Once NYC, San Francisco, Chicago, Seattle Today, Only this
      residual Seattle single floor distressed office remains,

      Nicholas in New York, has been seeking a buy out interest for
      another to hold this bag -of all his horrible Albatross Van Baer
      assets for decades, dwindling bounces left in this old
      snaggly-tooth snaggly-puss. a particularly sad, slow-cloying
      descent of now a gerontology half-way house of oldster pensioned
      employees on walkers, oxygen, and worse, too painful to witness
      let anlone engage with, huge horrible molting bird carcass
      around his neck. Nicholas hates Seattle.

      Distressed building-2nd floor, only now, multiple belt-tightening
      reductions, and moved into old `greasy' Shorey's Bookstor Bldg,
      then reduced again and moved to 4th/Pike, above a disgusting and
      lurid `ADULT EMPORIUM' -the once `storied' Shorey's Annex, now
      some half-century long gone.

     ALAN VAN BAER'S SEATTLE OFFICE -- DAY

     Meet ALAN VAN BAER, elderly CEO of family dynasty's
     book-publishing business, phony blue-blood practiced affection
     like a D-List TV Soap-opera actor, (a past genealogical distant
     and shamed guilt-riven-ed and criminally exhiled Dutch slavers
     buying an aristocratic knighthood) generations congenitally
     soured by sharp practices, at his desk facing Nicholas. Behind
     Alan, Nicholas sees `fin-de-siecle(at least mid-19th century old)
     bone-colored peeling paint walls framing hard cold rain audibly
     pounding floor to ceiling vintage embedded wire hex mesh --old
     tech poured thick, wavy-- glass windows, with an inviting and
     intriguing set of dust-layer caked flat-black patina-ed Dutch
     East Indies/Bali Shadow Puppets susppended facing one another
     over Alan Baer's head, appear to have been hanging there many
     many decades. At the cracked bone-white window's paint-chip
     layered sill/fensterbonk, we notice a modest collection of quite
     old very well-crafted detailed intricacy and rare
     dust-covered(forgotten) exceptional quality bronze dragon opium
     pipes, and assorted related asian sundry msterious metal boxes,
     oriental paraphernalia.

                               ALAN VAN BAER

                    All these years... the first time
                    ever you step foot in these offices,
                    it's to ask me to step down?

     Nicholas now stands by sun-bleached faded, tatty, dog-eared, and tired
     CHILDREN'S TEXT BOOK mock-ups.  "Math- Magic."  "Wonder-Words."
     They're "Little Baer Books."  This is a sad fetid tired line, today's
     children avoid them if possible: "They're icky".

                               NICHOLAS

                    You promised you'd meet projections,
                    Alan.  A dollar sixty per share you
                    said.  So, I don't think this is so
                    surprising a visit.

                               ALAN VAN BAER

                    Projections were far too optimistic.

                               NICHOLAS
                    Admittedly...

                               ALAN VAN BAER
                    Our E.P.S. was one fifty last
                    quarter.  We're up eight cents per
                    share.

                               NICHOLAS
                    But, the expectation was ten.  And,
                    in this case, expectation is
                    everything.

                               ALAN VAN BAER
                    Will you really hold me to it over
                    pennies?

                               NICHOLAS
                    My stock's falling.  Isn't yours?
                    Those pennies are costing me
                    tens of millions.

                               ALAN VAN BAER
                    The stock will turn.

                               NICHOLAS
                    It probably will.  In fact, I'd go so
                    far as to say it almost certainly
                    will, in time.  Why should I settle
                    for that?

                               ALAN VAN BAER
                    Because it's fair.  Give me next
                    quarter.  If you still feel this way,
                    vote your shares...

                               NICHOLAS
                    You're talking tomorrow.  Today is
                    what counts.

                               ALAN VAN BAER
                    You intractable son-of-a-bitch.  If
                    your father could see you now...

                               NICHOLAS
                    What?!

                               ALAN VAN BAER
                    Your father was a friend.  Goddamn
                    it... I watched you grow up.  How do
                    you end up treating me like this?

     This swings Nicholas into a new mode: acutely-focused anger.

     (NOTE: Michael Douglas playing the part of Nicholas Van Orton, is
      in real life a publicly admitted clinical sex addict(PC
      euphanism for a sodomite) suffers the consequential severe
      limbic distemperate rage and half-hooded eyelids --the
      sodomite's `mark'-- the definitive signature of this sickness,
      societal taboo for historically recurrent proven reasons)

                               NICHOLAS
                    It is so very inappropriate for you
                    to mention my father.  Or, did you
                    think this, between us, was
                    friendship?  Just because you went
                    fishing with my father, I should sit
                    on my hands while you throw my money
                    away?

                               ALAN VAN BAER
                    Now, look...

                               NICHOLAS
                         (holds up his hand)

                    I'll be done in a minute.  You
                    misspoke before.  

                   (gesturing with forefinger waving horizonally with
                   that staid indifferent slower carelessness of a long
                   practiced and experienced CEO)

                    You're not "stepping down."  I'm taking you out at
                    the knees.  The whole point is to prove that
                    you're not deciding anything anymore.  I'm firing
                    you.  Action's taken.  Confidence restored.  Stock
                    goes up.  I pump and dump..(not to be confused with
                    a `dump and pump'!).. I sell my shares.

                               ALAN VAN BAER
                    There is no Baer/Grant Publishing
                    without Alan Baer.

                               NICHOLAS 
                    Remember Daniel Grant?  Do
                    they say, "without Daniel Grant, there is no
                    Baer/Grant Publishing?"  He's gone sailing, Alan.
                    He's out there enjoying his golden years, probably
                    wondering where the fuck you are, what the fuck
                    are you still doing at the ol' miserable fucking
                    dead albatross.

     At Alan's desk, Nicholas clears a space for his briefcase.

                               NICHOLAS

            I will be blunt. You made a promise.  You failed.

                               NICHOLAS (COND)

                    The severance I'm offering is more 
                    than equitable. Valid tonight only.

                    (looks at the Cartier solid gold Tank watch
                     with Carbochon deep blue coral  jewelled crown)

                    For one hour.

     Nicholas takes a foul CRS advert BIC(tm) ball point pen from a messy
     inked Zip-Lock(tm) bag, lays it on the blotter.

                               NICHOLAS

                    I'll step outside, have a walk around the block,
                    take in the sites, grab a bite to eat. .so you'll
                    have all the relaxed privacy you need to read and
                    sign it.

     He tries to unlatch his briefcase clasp.  It's stuck.

                               ALAN VAN BAER

                    I could fight you on this.

                               NICHOLAS

                    You could.  But, if I leave without your
                    signature, this complex agreement begins to
                    automatically disintegrate; benefits shrink,
                    options narrow, compensations shrivel. Simply have
                    a look at it, and think you will be pleased.

         Nicholas works on the briefcase the whole time, distraction
         growing as it becomes a true struggle.

                               NICHOLAS
                    So... it is in your best interest...
                    to sign presently.

     Nicholas sits, pulling the latch, trying to see what's
     jammed.  It refuses to open.  Nicholas stares at it,
     frustrated, then... an odd realization...

     He takes his keys out, finds the C.R.S. KEY, tries it, ahh!

     It doesn't fit.  It was like ..meant for this lock, but bothched
     somehow?!..  Alan Baer watches, WTF wondering.

     Forgetting himself, apoplectic Nicholas grabs up the briefcase,
     pulling, grunting, desperate, striking it with his palm.

     Nicholas straightens, upstart practice and experienced
     schizoidal... composed.

                               NICHOLAS

                    Well... as luck would have it, you've
                    just gotten a reprieve,  I'm sure
                    you'll come around to my way of
                    thinking.
                         (picks up briefcase)
                    I have a plane to catch.  My
                    attorneys will contact you.

     Nicholas exits.  Alan Baer doesn't know quite what to think.

                                                        CUT TO:

     EXT.  SEATTLE AIRPORT TERMINAL -- DAY


         On the sidewalk, apoplectic Nicholas violently bashes his
         briefcase over and over again against a fire hydrant, aiming
         for that hex head bolt atop dead center, seeking a
         non-rounded surface to afford an edge to penetrate. To
         penetrate deeply. To do serious damage. This is murderous
         anger, criminal violent endangerment of the addicted raging
         sodomite.

                               NICHOLAS
                  (shows us finally, his true colors)

         #$%$#@!@ Gawdamned Kochsucker fucking cunt shitty cuntie fuck
          fuck fucker %$#$%^&! butt fuckie cunty dick cck ass...%$$#@


     EXT.  SAN FRANCISCO AIRPORT, RUNWAY -- SUNSET

     Nicholas' jet touches down.

     INT.  CAMPTON PLACE RESTAURANT -- NIGHT

     Nicholas sits staring.  His embarrassingly battered briefcase --a
     signature artifact of a seriously sex addicted derangement
     inducing a violently troubled individual-- is near.  He checks on
     his other wrist a vintage solid gold Franscoix Paul Journe
     Tourbillion watch, impatient, flags down a WAITER...

                               NICHOLAS

                    Is there a message up front from a
                    Conrad Van Orton...or, Seymour Butts?

(current-time-string) "Fri Jan 19 11:49:32 2018"

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(current-time-string) "Mon Dec 18 16:44:15 2017"

3*e^6+pi^4-pi^5                 = 1001.6757 86
2*e^6+2*pi^4                    = 1001.6757 69
e^6+pi^5+3*pi^4                 = 1001.6757 51
....                                   .......
(3^pi)^2+2*pi                   = 1001.3248 30
2*(e^6+pi^4)-1/oo               = 1001.0985 53
pi^6+pi^5                       = 1267.408 878
pi*e^6                          = 1267.408 933
e^8                             = 2980.957 987
e^2*(pi^5+pi^4)                 = 2980.957 856
pi^7-(pi^5+pi^4)/e^3            = 3000.207 691
pi^7-e^3                        = 3000.207 690
e^8+e^3			        = 3001.043 523
e^2*(pi^5+pi^4)+e^3	        = 3001.043 393
e^pi+e^8                        = 3004.098 679
e^2*(pi^5+pi^4)+e^pi            = 3004.098 549
e^6*pi^2-pi^6                   = 3020.293 402
pi^7                            = 3020.293 227
pi^7+e^8		        = 6001.251 214
pi^7+e^2*(pi^5+pi^4)	        = 6001.251 084
e*pi^7                          = 8210.008 197
e*pi^2*(e^6-pi^4)		= 8210.008 671
e^6*pi^3-pi^7                   = 9488.531 564
pi^8                            = 9488.531 016
e^6*pi^4-pi^8                  = 29809. 101055
pi^9			       = 29809. 099333
e^6*pi^5-pi^9                  = 93648.0 5288
pi^10                          = 93648.0 4747
e^11/2			       = 29937.070857

(current-time-string) "Sun Dec 31 15:49:07 2017"

____________________
WILSON'S DESK
FELSENTHAL RUINS
19GA18-HWALL UPDATE
RE: RESERVED WORD: GREAT
RE: OR YOU'RE FIRED
___________________

NOTE: Bro Dominus is away for the week, his Lisp study groups will be
      chaired by Sisters Nessa and phatsy-watsy Sharlice.

In all of our destroyed buildings' rubble, offices, urban core ruins,
alleys, jungle and roadsite base camps, in all text, tty, in all
conversation and communication by any means whatsoever, morse code,
semaphore, in all generated chaotic cipher text, the word great -with
al its stems, is now reserved. Unspoken.

great := how senti looks/looked any time in her life. Otherwise
         you do not know the signification of the word and if you
         even casually out of habit abuse this word you are no
         longer in the ehao family circle of trust and therefore
         must be tossed over the wall.

         You need to remind one another daily. I'm like, so anxious to
         have Brother Keane make an example at the stake out of anyone
         of you.

         "You're fired. Get the fuck out. Now."

If you are a neophyte, you are being introduced to my awesome power as
Abbotus.  I can spontaneously make rules like this, and guess what
boys and girls, I'm always right. Sanctioned `ipse dishi'
infallible. Kooky huh?  Get use to it. Give me a stink eye scowl, and
I will have you lashed till you foul your loins. CHL called it the
"feint, taint, and stank" trifecta. It is to be feared, and so is my
distemperate collic.

Ipse Dipshi,

WILSON Abbotus OCS, Stanley Bwitts Range, Utah Territories 
Fallout Firebase Bunker Bravo
CHANG1 PLAN'S OCCUPATION 0f LeftCoast North Amerika

(current-time-string) "Fri Jan 19 15:31:48 2018"
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\C-[[A\C-[[A\C-[[A") (global-set-key [f3] 'pres) (current-time-string) "Sun Dec 31 22:28:57 2017"

3^pi*pi/e-pi     =  33.314 9952811
      ...              .....
pi^5-pi^4-pi-3*e = 197.31415 56123
pi^5-pi^4-3*e    = 200.45574 82659

(current-time-string) "Sun Dec 31 16:06:31 2017"

\subsec{Iterated Expons}		% ssssssssssssssss

When you teach your son, you teach
your son's son:

``Life is largely a matter of $\be_{++}$xpectation."

``We first make our habits, then $\pi$\ abits, and then $\pi$\ makes
us."


                    CHAD
          Osbourne Cox?

                    OSBOURNE
          And you, I take it, are "Mr. Black"?

                      CHAD
          Yes I am.    You have the money?

                    OSBOURNE
          The fifty-thousand dollars.

                    CHAD
          That's what was agreed upon, Osbourne
          Cox.

                    OSBOURNE

          All right. Let me explain something to you, "Mr. Black." You
          know who I am; I know who you are, secondly, the only money
          I had access to is forty thousand dollars, here in this
          envelope, four `fat stacks of Bengies' as you fucking street morons
          refer to it.  So there's that, and thirdly, before I give
          you this money you should listen carefully to what I have to
          ..

[Interrupting]

CHAD: 

              ..there it is again. That tone. ...you and I don't like
              one another, do we Osbourne Cox? You speak to me as if
              you innately expect a `deference' to some superiority
              about you that I'm ...I guess, what ..ignorant of?
              
[Audibly

          yanking the door release] We're going to the FBI with this
          you fuck. We agreed on the fifty thousand dollars and you're
          now dicking me round .. I see there's no fucking way we can
          work together..

                    OSBOURNE
          ..Yeah? What you're engaged in is
          blackmail, which is a felony. That's
          for starters.

                    CHAD
          Appearances can be----deceptive.   I am a
          mere Good Samar----

                    OSBOURNE

          Secondly, the unauthorized
          dissemination of classified material
          is a federal crime. If you ever
          carried out your proposed threat, you
          would experience such a shitstorm of
          consequences, my friend, it would make
          your empty little head spin faster
          than your Schwinn bicycle over there.

Chad chuckles.

                    CHAD
          You think that's a `Schwine'?

                    OSBOURNE
          Now give me the fucking usd or the
          DVD or whatever the fuck you have it
          on, and I will give you the forty thousa...

                         CHAD
               As soon as you give me the fifty K,
               dickwad! I'm not----Huhgf!

     Osbourne has punched him in the nose.

     Chad stares at him, stunned.

     His nose starts bleeding.

                         CHAD (CONT'D)
               ... You fuck!

                         OSBOURNE
               Give it to me, fuck!

                            CHAD
               You fuck!     You fucker!
             (SEE ALSO: `Little Tommy Tucker')

     He opens the car door and gets out, hand to his nose.

     He slams the door.


     [EXT. STREET/COX'S CAR - DAY]

     As Chad goes over to his bike Osbourne leans across the front
     seat and cranks down the passenger window to bellow:

                         OSBOURNE

               I know who you are, fucker! 

               We've only just started you fucker.. you've got your
               shitstorm now you fuck!

     He pulls out.

                         CHAD
               You're the fucker!

(current-time-string) "Fri Jan 19 11:18:30 2018"

1/pi+s2        = 1.732 523
1/oo           = 1.732 454
(3*oo+1/oo)/2  = 1.7320508 546
s3             = 1.7320508 075

(current-time-string) "Sun Dec 31 16:01:02 2017"

If we are marked by (= we are enough.
 
-Richard The Three.. With a Little Bit More

Is that it?

\sec{Counting}
\subsec{Roman Numeral Arithmetic}
\subsec{Bedouin Pepples in Sand}

\subsec{}
\subsec{Weighing}
\subsec{Balun}
\subsec{Base 3}
\subsec{Bas 14}

\sec{The Ruler}
\subsec{Transversal Area}
\subsec{Vernier}

\sec{The Slide Rule}
\subsec{The Ln Rule}
\subsec{Transversal Area}

\subsec{Fast Ratio}
\subsec{Rational Approx To Decimal}
        No factoring Numerator or Denominator

{The Circular Slide Rule}

\subsec{Vertical Values}
\subsec{Horizontal Values}
\subsec{Transversal Area Arcs Semi-Filling the Inside Circle}
\subsec{Vernier? Snail}
\subsec{Moire Perspex Overlay -> Factorization?}

\sec{Mercator's}
\subsec{The Astrolabe In In Wind}
\subsec{The Sextant Index Cone Bearing}

1.+
( 1+(1/2)*
  ( 1+(1/3)*
    ( 1+(1/4)*
      ( 1+(1/5)
      )
    )
  )
)

1.+(1+(1/2))           = 2.500000000000000000000000000
1.+(1+(1/2)*(1+(1/3))) = 2.666666666666666666666666667

1.+(1+(1/2)*(1+(1/3)*(1+(1/4))))
                       = 2.708333333333333333333333333

1.+(1+(1/2)*(1+(1/3)*(1+(1/4)*
(1+(1/5))))) = 2.716666666666666666666666667

1.+(1+(1/2)*(1+(1/3)*(1+(1/4)*(1+(1/5)*
(1+(1/6)))))) = 2.718055555555555555555555556

1.+(1+(1/2)*(1+(1/3)*(1+(1/4)*(1+(1/5)*
(1+(1/6)))))) = 2.718055555555555555555555556

1.+(1+(1/2)*(1+(1/3)*(1+(1/4)*(1+(1/5)*
(1+(1/6)*(1+(1/7))))))) 
= 2.718253968253968253968253968

1.+(1+(1/2)*(1+(1/3)*(1+(1/4)*(1+(1/5)*
(1+(1/6)*(1+(1/7*(1+(1/8)*(1+(1/9))))))))))
= 2.718281525573192239858906526

1.+(1+(1/2)*(1+(1/3)*(1+(1/4)*(1+(1/5)*(1+(1/6)*
(1+(1/7)*(1+(1/8)*(1+(1/9)*(1+(1/10)*(1+(1/11)*
(1+(1/12)*(1+(1/13)*(1+(1/14)*(1+(1/15)*
(1+(1/16)*(1+(1/17)*(1+(1/18)*(1+(1/19)*
(1+(1/20)*(1+(1/21)*(1+(1/22)*(1+(1/23)*
(1+(1/25)*(1+(1/26))))))))))))))))))))))))) 
                  = 2.718281828459045235360287 399
e                 = 2.718281828459045235360287 471

Evarste Galois's 

$\pi$\ discarded by that poisonous evil Poisson.
Contemporary academic mathematics must participate in the their pwning
publisher's enslavement.

Plancalkul $\pi$ -1755

(current-time-string) "Wed Feb  7 02:26:27 2018"

BILLIONAIRISM DEFEAT #87:

Sometimes we don't get what we expect.

EXAMPLE:

                               WOMAN'S VOICE (v.o.)
                    We've finished processing your
                    application...

                               NICHOLAS
                    I'm in a meeting...

                               WOMAN'S VOICE (v.o.)
                    ... I'm afraid your application was
                    rejected.

                               NICHOLAS
                         (pause)
                    Pardon me?

                               WOMAN'S VOICE (v.o.)

                    Our standards are quite narrow.You shouldn't feel
                    this reflects negatively upon yourself.  We hope
                    we haven't caused you any inconvenience...

                               NICHOLAS
                    This is absurd...

                               WOMAN'S VOICE (v.o.)
                    Thank you for thinking of C.R.S.

     CLICK -- she's hung up.

(current-time-string) "Mon Jan  8 21:25:36 2018"

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