The mind quails before certain contemplations? The existence of infinity, for instance. Or finity, for that matter. Or 50,000 batches of cornflakes dumped from the sky. I don't know why I listen to Artie Lindstrom. Maybe it's because at times (though certainly not—I hope—on as permanent a basis as Artie) I'm as screwy as he is. At least, I keep letting myself get sucked into his plans, every time he's discovered the "invention that will change the world". He discovers it quite a bit; something n