by I wouldn't recommend reading this without calculus education. You won't get it.
“Do you know what the math limit is here?” asked the very
unhurried numerator. The numerator could tell this had just been someone late
to function and didn’t think he’d get caught, but, no matter, the laws of math
stop for no one.
“It’s the limit of Pi, I know, but…” the excuses were
beginning but the numerator cut him off.
“So why did you go limit to infinity in a limit of pi area?
You realize, also, this is a variable zone right now and that you nearly ran
through the tangent line of an imaginary number crossing guard.”
“Look numeral, I realize I was breaking the order of
operations, could you just give me my denominator so I can get out of here?”
“Can I see your rationalization please? And watch the attitude,
this denominator is still undefined and I have everything I need to get an
asymptote like you graphed for a long time.”
“Simplify this,” said the guy and the numerator saw that
this was an X intercept. No wonder the attitude, you can never trust those X
intercepts.
“Alright, things seem to be in order, though I am reading
here you have no symmetry insurance? Why is that?”
“Didn’t need it if extrema like you would get off my
concavity!” the X intercept shouted back defiantly.
“That’s it pal, you crossed the line at a possible point of
inflection. I am differentiating you back at the Calculator downtown!”
The numerator tested his intervals together and shoved him
in the back of his curve car. He hated to be tough, but it was his job to keep
the General power rule in check and it was for the safety of others that he did
so.
“Where’d you find a derivative like that, integration?”
asked Sum when the numerator got to the calculator.
“Found this wannabe Critical number going infinity in an
imaginary number crossing zone. I tell you, it’s variables like this negative
that make the world an inequality to live in,” Numerator Integration called
back.
“Yeah, you said it there. But hey, with anti-derivatives out
there like you, we can be sure that it will become a linear approximation to
it,” Sum called to the back as Integration lead the X Intercept into the back
and put him behind exponents.
“The trial will start in a few hours. You are going to see a
Table and they will decide your fate, and I wouldn’t try anything implicit
until I get back. That’s a TI 84+ Calculator with the best in instant
Calculations. You won’t get far,” the Numerator called out to the X Intercept.
The X Intercept then traced back to the numerator, “Don’t I
get 1 domain! I want to call my Endpoint!”
After a period of time had gone parallel, the Numerator and
the X Intercept were in front of a Table.
“All rise as the honorable Relative Maximum polarizes the
higher order derivative,” commanded a rate of change.
“So, let’s see, you, X intercept are divided by the
numerator Integration for breaking a limit at infinity. What do you have to say
for your degree?”
“Your honor, I was more then willing to pay the denomination
the numerator gave me and Integration went off his secant and started making
ridiculous quotients! Surely the table will see that the product here was
positive and I not odd.”
“Integration, how do you respond?”
“Your honor, the angle here isn’t so much how I treated him,
but we must remember that he had an infinite limit in a Pi limit, and he didn’t
even have symmetry insurance. We need to at least find the square root of this
X intercept, and if it were me I would have him graphed to the chain rule till
he was a polynomial. I mean come on, anyone could have seen the Limit of Pi
sine it was an early morning slope.”
“Alright, I have calculated. The X Intercept will be graphed
to a decreasing parabola until he reaches the relative minimum. From there he
has to pass his first derivative test if he wants a chance at a life outside
the graph and on the function again. And there will be no second derivative
test; be glad we didn’t put you in the squeeze theorem. Table adjourned.”
The numerator got up, happy with the Table’s constant.
But as he walked away from the Table, ready to get out of
the Calculator and back in the curve car, he couldn’t help shake the feeling
that something was not quite logarithmic.
“Do you know what the math limit is here?” asked the very
unhurried numerator. The numerator could tell this had just been someone late
to function and didn’t think he’d get caught, but, no matter, the laws of math
stop for no one.
“It’s the limit of Pi, I know, but…” the excuses were
beginning but the numerator cut him off.
“So why did you go limit to infinity in a limit of pi area?
You realize, also, this is a variable zone right now and that you nearly ran
through the tangent line of an imaginary number crossing guard.”
“Look numeral, I realize I was breaking the order of
operations, could you just give me my denominator so I can get out of here?”
“Can I see your rationalization please? And watch the attitude,
this denominator is still undefined and I have everything I need to get an
asymptote like you graphed for a long time.”
“Simplify this,” said the guy and the numerator saw that
this was an X intercept. No wonder the attitude, you can never trust those X
intercepts.
“Alright, things seem to be in order, though I am reading
here you have no symmetry insurance? Why is that?”
“Didn’t need it if extrema like you would get off my
concavity!” the X intercept shouted back defiantly.
“That’s it pal, you crossed the line at a possible point of
inflection. I am differentiating you back at the Calculator downtown!”
The numerator tested his intervals together and shoved him
in the back of his curve car. He hated to be tough, but it was his job to keep
the General power rule in check and it was for the safety of others that he did
so.
“Where’d you find a derivative like that, integration?”
asked Sum when the numerator got to the calculator.
“Found this wannabe Critical number going infinity in an
imaginary number crossing zone. I tell you, it’s variables like this negative
that make the world an inequality to live in,” Numerator Integration called
back.
“Yeah, you said it there. But hey, with anti-derivatives out
there like you, we can be sure that it will become a linear approximation to
it,” Sum called to the back as Integration lead the X Intercept into the back
and put him behind exponents.
“The trial will start in a few hours. You are going to see a
Table and they will decide your fate, and I wouldn’t try anything implicit
until I get back. That’s a TI 84+ Calculator with the best in instant
Calculations. You won’t get far,” the Numerator called out to the X Intercept.
The X Intercept then traced back to the numerator, “Don’t I
get 1 domain! I want to call my Endpoint!”
After a period of time had gone parallel, the Numerator and
the X Intercept were in front of a Table.
“All rise as the honorable Relative Maximum polarizes the
higher order derivative,” commanded a rate of change.
“So, let’s see, you, X intercept are divided by the
numerator Integration for breaking a limit at infinity. What do you have to say
for your degree?”
“Your honor, I was more then willing to pay the denomination
the numerator gave me and Integration went off his secant and started making
ridiculous quotients! Surely the table will see that the product here was
positive and I not odd.”
“Integration, how do you respond?”
“Your honor, the angle here isn’t so much how I treated him,
but we must remember that he had an infinite limit in a Pi limit, and he didn’t
even have symmetry insurance. We need to at least find the square root of this
X intercept, and if it were me I would have him graphed to the chain rule till
he was a polynomial. I mean come on, anyone could have seen the Limit of Pi
sine it was an early morning slope.”
“Alright, I have calculated. The X Intercept will be graphed
to a decreasing parabola until he reaches the relative minimum. From there he
has to pass his first derivative test if he wants a chance at a life outside
the graph and on the function again. And there will be no second derivative
test; be glad we didn’t put you in the squeeze theorem. Table adjourned.”
The numerator got up, happy with the Table’s constant.
But as he walked away from the Table, ready to get out of
the Calculator and back in the curve car, he couldn’t help shake the feeling
that something was not quite logarithmic.
