Constant

Over the years, Euler has been my constant companion.
We met totally by chance. Someone gave me his number by mistake. We’ve had smooth sailing since.
Archimedes, on the other hand, has been a constant nuisance.
Keeps sticking his fingers in the pies I bake, poking his digits endlessly in them until they’re a ruined mush.
Then there’s the Feigenbaums. They start out nice and reliable, sure, but over time they’re utterly unpredictable. A constant headache.
I tried to reach out to Khinchin, but he’s just endlessly divisive. Always cutting himself down. A constant bummer, as we sail for Constantinople.