I've been going "Ohh" and "Aahh" and "tsk,tsk"" and "Oh no" over three brilliantly intelligent and/or amazingly skillful people here in Sweden. The first of these people, the one who made me groan, is - or
was! - the math professor, head of the Department of Mathematics at the University of Stockholm and the chairman of the Swedish Mathematicians Society, MIkael Passare. (Would you believe that his last name means "compasses" or "pair of compasses"?)
Mikael...
...Passare?
Anyway. Would you believe that our friend the professor was just recently out climbing a mountain, and he fell down and got himself killed? Why would he take that kind of risk? Hey, professor, there are too many math illiterates like me here in Sweden and far, far too few math geniuses like you! Don't you see we need you?
Fortunately, I've been so happy and pleased to read about two surgeons here in my own city of Malmö who just saved the face of a woman who had had most of her countenance ripped off by her mongrel dog. The surgeons, one man and one woman, spent fifteen hours operating on the woman and made use of no fewer than 358 leeches to get the blood circulation going in her face!
It's hard to believe, but leeches may actually be very good for you!
Read more about the heoric surgeons and their little leeches helpers
here.
Ann