Upon finding his way out by charging through crowds and hangers of clothes, he heard the blaring of pi phat music, saw a vegetable market, and smelled redolent papayas, durians, watermelons, pineapples, guavas, and tangerines.
"Corpus of a Siam Mosquito"
Steven Sills
He scratched the pi sign.
"Eight Keys to Eden"
Mark Irvin Clifton
He wrote again in the sand: "pi 3.14159265...."
"Eight Keys to Eden"
Mark Irvin Clifton