H.P. Minecraft, writing ten thousand fervid and unreadable words of frothing gibberish about the sanity-smashing non-Euclidean sphere (and somehow blaming the horrid existence of Italian people)
I had seen the shape before in my deeper delvings into the university's grand collection. The mad Italian Da Vinci had compassed the grotesquely splayed figure of a man within that accursed form, juxtaposed as one with a man within a sane, reassuring square. This fearful adjacency only served to fortify the horror of the former.
