Thanks to the hundreds of peo-ple who filled our mailboxes with limericks to help me un-derstand Schroedinger and his famous feline (see the October 1999 issue). Many thoughtful and witty efforts didn't make it through the wrenching culling process, because the winning entry had to be (a) a genuine limerick (haiku, for instance, didn't count) and (b) something that would nudge this particular nonscientist farther along the road toward an understanding of Schroeding-er's cat.
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