Dear little Greek letter Omega,
how do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
Your smooth lines and the parallel symmetry of your gently swelling curvatures, descending in a pendulous manner before convexly arising to cleave together at your magnificent center.
Damn the font size 12! You shall always be rendered at least 108! Let me bring my face close that i may inhale the toner fumes of your papery printed essence.