You'll have to forgive me for a serious post, but I am outraged, outraged I say. My little covers are meant to amuse but I am very sincere in my admiration for the pulp artists. A collection of cast off and abandoned works by Picasso have been discovered and valued in the neighborhood of $80 million. The record for a work of a pulp artist is under $150,000. A world class museum of pulp art could be built and maintained in perpetuity for much less than the price of a single work of Lucien Freud. I admire Picasso and Freud a good deal but too many fine artists labor in obscurity while histrionic speculation in art drives the prices far beyond their actual worth. This sort of star worship is rampant in the performance arts as well as sports and even finance. I have no problem with the talented, hard working or just lucky being rich but one Van Gogh work is not more valuable than the life's' works of hundreds of artists laboring today unappreciated and unrewarded like Van Gogh himself.
If one is the loneliest number and two can be as lonely as one then the set of all natural numbers are equally lonely. Your menage a trois can't save you. If one is the loneliest number that you ever knew than an unknown number is the optimum solution. Quit counting and start partying.