The Frenchman eventually left the village carrying a case of products, three account books, and my grandmother's remark.
It was said that he returned to Paris and made a great fortune. Yet he continued to wake in the middle of the night, because he had finally understood something:
Wealth can be added. Desire can be differentiated. But life is not necessarily continuous.
As for Old Sun, he fastened the sign with a piece of iron wire and never again called it a hyperbola.
Instead, he said it was WINDBAR's asymptote in the real world:
A person may move infinitely closer to the life they desire, but before they can reach it, they must first tighten the loose screws.
