I owe my first inkling of the problem of infinity to a large biscuit tin that was a source of vertiginous mystery during my childhood. - Jorge Luis Borges
The aftermath of someone’s death is vertiginous, a murky, shimmering mass; to look at it head-on is to see only the fog of emotion. One must approach it sideways, entering it by way of an exhumation of facts and retrospections . . . - Nicole Rudick