Sedimentation Equilibrium of Mixtures of Charged Colloids

was lovely cool air, and lobsters! He sure felt hungry. While he started tostuff his mouth, he steadily removed more feathers and stealthy hay. Theyweren’t needed anymore. When there was nothing left he felt sleepy, and wasbrought to the biggest bed of the hotel. That night he dreamt about one nut,one huge nut, like a mountain, a planet, like. . . something that was immenseand empty, though still containing all there is. The sun did not wake himthat morning, though pointed with a small beam at a set of clothes. ”Fancy!”the farmer said, while he looked into the mirror. Although they wereeven larger than the coat he wore before, they fitted perfectly. Just outsidethe room he nearly bumped into the manager of the hotel. ”O, I’m sorry,sir. Ah, was the suite to your liking?” he asked. The farmer looked content,and was invited that evening to the house of the manager. A banquet withwine, roast turkey, chestnuts, other nuts he’d never tasted before, he enjoyedeverything. The maire of the city was somewhat impolite and asked wherethe remarkable citizen had his house. The farmer pointed towards the north,a line exactly from where they were standing to his field, met in between bythe royal palace. When he was delivered that night at the gate, by the mairehimself, the guards brought him to the palace hall. ”Who is this late guest?”the king asked, a huge, fat, king-sized king. ”Daddy, I cannot sleep, I donot want to merry prince Peanut!” his huge, fat daughter said while comingdown the royal stairs.Need I tell any more? The farmer and princess Macadamia got married.Soon, the neighboring countries bowed for the new great prince, and he becameking of a stable and ordered kingdom, of mythic proportions. As lazyand ever-growing rulers they ate happily ever after. Some sources say hisname was ’Buddha’. . . well, do you think the farmer cared?Moral: Be big and you will be carried.41