"At least," said the number devil. "Okay, now let's pretend that everyone's gone on a chewing spree and we're down to the last p
iece of chewing gum. I pull another one out of my pocket, the last one that I've saved for myself, and what have we got? All those trillions of chewed pieces of chewing gum plus one. Do you see what I mean? I don't really need to count them. All I need is a recipe to take care of anything that comes along. And that I have." After thinking over all that the number devil had said, Robert was forced to admit that he had a point. What is the number devil trying to accomplish?
