The Works of Edgar Allan Poe — Volume 4

Everybody knows, in a general way, that the finest place in the world is—or, alas, _was_—the Dutch borough of Vondervotteimittiss.

Of the date of this origin, however, I grieve that I can only speak with that species of indefinite definiteness which mathematicians are, at times, forced to put up with in certain algebraic formulae.