There is, of course, no real silence in nature, only layer after layer of softer sounds: the rustlings, ploppings, and buzzings of God knows what, the sighing of the air and the water […]

Don't you see / That now you've gone, / And I'm left here on my own, / I will have to follow you / And beg you to come home.

I am immune to chicken pox.

There are several recursion theorems for large sets, such that a single new halving results in several new infinite families of halvings.