The Urysohn Metrization Theorem: a poetic account

The Urysohn Metrization Theorem: 

a poetic account

( This poem

treats of the theorem

for a General Audience. )

“Stay!  Who can tame

this wild rough wood, 
and bring it into measure?”

they asked the land-surveyor.

“Aye, that can I,”

the stout lad said.

“So the terrain be not too pocked or dimpled,

nor stretch beyond all horizon

unto uncountability.”

So saying, he hoisted his transit over his shoulder

and went off whistling,

towards the West.

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