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tonight , on this sortie to the harvard gulag , he wo0re rubber -soled boots and a parka with a fake fur hood pulled around his face . and carried a brown paper bag containing a bottle of chianti cradled in his arms .
he wasn't exactly hopeful . but he was preparred .
the steps of te big house on evertt had been shoveled to allow an eighteen inch wide path to the door with its frozen mat . chrismas lights still still hung unlit from the eaves , but behind the curtains of the windows flanking the porch he saw warm light and figures passin back and forth .
a party . his heart sank .
the dooor creaked open and the guy standing there looked at hm without comment . he was an asian indian whom elliott vaguely remembered from his class in set theory the pervious semester .
"hello , wakefield .'
'hello ."
raj ."
"right . raj . is silke here ?"
"of course , she's waiting for you . is that al;cohol ? very good ! come in ."
it was a student house , one of the mansions near harvard that wa rented to the children of the well heeled . the entry floor was piled with grubby boots and hung with jackets . a runner with a practical brown pattern mounted the stAIRCASE .
" THIS WAY ." THEY PASSED into the living room with its coffered ceilings and air of genteel decrepitude , where two girls were lounging on the couch , watching TV . silke flicked it off with the remote in her hand and came over and stood undr the shelter of raj's rm and said ." welcome ." reching for the wine . she said ."nice . you know raj . and this is carleen . she was inyour class n se theory , too ."
he wasn't exactly hopeful . but he was preparred .
the steps of te big house on evertt had been shoveled to allow an eighteen inch wide path to the door with its frozen mat . chrismas lights still still hung unlit from the eaves , but behind the curtains of the windows flanking the porch he saw warm light and figures passin back and forth .
a party . his heart sank .
the dooor creaked open and the guy standing there looked at hm without comment . he was an asian indian whom elliott vaguely remembered from his class in set theory the pervious semester .
"hello , wakefield .'
'hello ."
raj ."
"right . raj . is silke here ?"
"of course , she's waiting for you . is that al;cohol ? very good ! come in ."
it was a student house , one of the mansions near harvard that wa rented to the children of the well heeled . the entry floor was piled with grubby boots and hung with jackets . a runner with a practical brown pattern mounted the stAIRCASE .
" THIS WAY ." THEY PASSED into the living room with its coffered ceilings and air of genteel decrepitude , where two girls were lounging on the couch , watching TV . silke flicked it off with the remote in her hand and came over and stood undr the shelter of raj's rm and said ." welcome ." reching for the wine . she said ."nice . you know raj . and this is carleen . she was inyour class n se theory , too ."
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chapter 9
looking back , elliott believred that the air in cambriodge , massachusett , in january must be precisely equivalent to the air of murmansk , vorkhute , or nikel , russia , in the same monh ; gulag bone - chilling . a wind sent from some cold hell wh ipped up the old cobblesstones , sending trash flying into the dirty banks of snow . icicle four feet long and six inches in diameter hung from the storm windows , the low white sky touched the rooftops , at night , ice formed along the sidewalk cracks and the yellow light of the lamops revealed high -water content snow blown this way and that , born in the churning atlantic .
the students came in in septemper , when the grass was green and the boats slipped sedately along the chrles river , by the time they realized what they were in for , that thee bucolic scenes odf septemper wouldn't return until may , it was too late .
by now elliott had found ways to avoid the weather , seldom leaving his room at MIT with its damp towels hung over the radiator excpt to go to class or the library , this survival strategy limited him to the company of the all made denizens of his floors , however .
looking back , elliott believred that the air in cambriodge , massachusett , in january must be precisely equivalent to the air of murmansk , vorkhute , or nikel , russia , in the same monh ; gulag bone - chilling . a wind sent from some cold hell wh ipped up the old cobblesstones , sending trash flying into the dirty banks of snow . icicle four feet long and six inches in diameter hung from the storm windows , the low white sky touched the rooftops , at night , ice formed along the sidewalk cracks and the yellow light of the lamops revealed high -water content snow blown this way and that , born in the churning atlantic .
the students came in in septemper , when the grass was green and the boats slipped sedately along the chrles river , by the time they realized what they were in for , that thee bucolic scenes odf septemper wouldn't return until may , it was too late .
by now elliott had found ways to avoid the weather , seldom leaving his room at MIT with its damp towels hung over the radiator excpt to go to class or the library , this survival strategy limited him to the company of the all made denizens of his floors , however .
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" you need money . don't you ? i heard your mother died and you're still living in the dorms . not too good for concentration , is it ? "
"i'm doing okay ." ghe wondered how silke knew about his mother . did the other students talk about him ? the idea bothered him .
"i have a proposition for you , wakefield ."
"okay , s- silke ." she was making him a -
"i'm going to help you make some money , easily ."
"money ?"
"you look so silly . stop by my place tonight about eight ." she gave him an address on evertt street in cambridge . he wrote it into his notebook . she patted him on the head lioke a dog and got up .
"silke ?"
"ja ?"
" did you know i was working with primes before you talked to me ?"
"i heard something about it ."
"is that why you ... sa t down ?"
"no "
"then , why me ? why did you talk to me ?"
"because you are the smaetest SOB in the class ," silke said "of course ."
"i'm doing okay ." ghe wondered how silke knew about his mother . did the other students talk about him ? the idea bothered him .
"i have a proposition for you , wakefield ."
"okay , s- silke ." she was making him a -
"i'm going to help you make some money , easily ."
"money ?"
"you look so silly . stop by my place tonight about eight ." she gave him an address on evertt street in cambridge . he wrote it into his notebook . she patted him on the head lioke a dog and got up .
"silke ?"
"ja ?"
" did you know i was working with primes before you talked to me ?"
"i heard something about it ."
"is that why you ... sa t down ?"
"no "
"then , why me ? why did you talk to me ?"
"because you are the smaetest SOB in the class ," silke said "of course ."
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she was so smart , he wondered if he might be on a better trck than his . he decided then and there to take more physics couses .
"my god m i can't believe we haven't talked before ,"h he said .
but what is this supposed to men ?" she was looking at his ntebook ." this sybol looks like a little man with a long prick ."
her effeicient accent made it sound dry and academic ."so you are gong to outshine riemann ? are you gingto go after the clay prize ?"
"what prize are you talking about ?"
"yu have to be kidding . you don't know about the clay prize ? it's a million dollars for first person to prove the riemann hypothesis . it was first offered in 2000 , nd s far there are no takers ."
"what about de brangers ? he published a proof ofit last year ," elliott said ," didn't he apply for it ?"
"have you looked at hispaper ?people seeem to think it won't stand up to peer review . you really didn't know about the clay prize ? i head you came out of the western woods . but how could you misss that ?"
"wwhy are they offering money ?" it's a corruption - a commercialization of pure math . i just do my work . and that sybols at the bottom you're pointing at - that's just a doodle .
"wakefield look at me ." she still smiled , as though there was something amusing about him .he hoped he could somehow keep her mused . he didn't want her to leave . he had so much to share with her , and she was so gorgeous . and he was getting an errection - hgod , she had noticed -
"i- i can't just this minute ." he said , and heard her silvery laugh . she pu her long hand with its pink nails on his leg . he stared at it , cheeks flaming .
"my god m i can't believe we haven't talked before ,"h he said .
but what is this supposed to men ?" she was looking at his ntebook ." this sybol looks like a little man with a long prick ."
her effeicient accent made it sound dry and academic ."so you are gong to outshine riemann ? are you gingto go after the clay prize ?"
"what prize are you talking about ?"
"yu have to be kidding . you don't know about the clay prize ? it's a million dollars for first person to prove the riemann hypothesis . it was first offered in 2000 , nd s far there are no takers ."
"what about de brangers ? he published a proof ofit last year ," elliott said ," didn't he apply for it ?"
"have you looked at hispaper ?people seeem to think it won't stand up to peer review . you really didn't know about the clay prize ? i head you came out of the western woods . but how could you misss that ?"
"wwhy are they offering money ?" it's a corruption - a commercialization of pure math . i just do my work . and that sybols at the bottom you're pointing at - that's just a doodle .
"wakefield look at me ." she still smiled , as though there was something amusing about him .he hoped he could somehow keep her mused . he didn't want her to leave . he had so much to share with her , and she was so gorgeous . and he was getting an errection - hgod , she had noticed -
"i- i can't just this minute ." he said , and heard her silvery laugh . she pu her long hand with its pink nails on his leg . he stared at it , cheeks flaming .
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" it wasn't his fault .after he died , is housekeeper threw out most his of papers ."
"he shuld have had a better housekeeper ." she smiled .
" why can't geniuses find decent housekeers ?"
"you should look at my work . i have brought in some of ramanujan's work on partitions and factorization . the primes show that addition and multiplication aren't transparent vis- a vis each other .it's going to be revolutionary ."
"oh , really ? ramanuian ? i have a friend yu ought to meet ."
that smile again . she had a dimple to the rightf her chin when shwe smiled , showing small , even white teeth . elliott wanted very badly toimpress her .
he jabbered ."riemann was trying to get past the discrete problem .the primes are deep indication that discrete is an arbittary conventin . you know , one , two , three .discrete numbers . the integers ."
a silence followed this pronouncement . elliott thought to himself . that is so elementary . if i get any more boring , no one will ever talk to me again ,
but silke finally said ," i love it . it sounds absolutely wild . i'd like to read your work ."
he wanted ti give it to her , give her anything she required but there exsited many reasons why he culd not share his work ." when i have the proof ." he said .
"what exactly will you be able to show with this proof ?"
"more than riemann ." he stuck his chin out .
"what an ambitious boy you are . math students are supposed to be modest and retiring , aren't they ? more than riemann ?"
she cocked her head and gave him a look of such understanding . such sweet compassion , that he wanted to fall at her feet andholdher legs in neat jeans and brown boots and bury his head in her lap .
"he shuld have had a better housekeeper ." she smiled .
" why can't geniuses find decent housekeers ?"
"you should look at my work . i have brought in some of ramanujan's work on partitions and factorization . the primes show that addition and multiplication aren't transparent vis- a vis each other .it's going to be revolutionary ."
"oh , really ? ramanuian ? i have a friend yu ought to meet ."
that smile again . she had a dimple to the rightf her chin when shwe smiled , showing small , even white teeth . elliott wanted very badly toimpress her .
he jabbered ."riemann was trying to get past the discrete problem .the primes are deep indication that discrete is an arbittary conventin . you know , one , two , three .discrete numbers . the integers ."
a silence followed this pronouncement . elliott thought to himself . that is so elementary . if i get any more boring , no one will ever talk to me again ,
but silke finally said ," i love it . it sounds absolutely wild . i'd like to read your work ."
he wanted ti give it to her , give her anything she required but there exsited many reasons why he culd not share his work ." when i have the proof ." he said .
"what exactly will you be able to show with this proof ?"
"more than riemann ." he stuck his chin out .
"what an ambitious boy you are . math students are supposed to be modest and retiring , aren't they ? more than riemann ?"
she cocked her head and gave him a look of such understanding . such sweet compassion , that he wanted to fall at her feet andholdher legs in neat jeans and brown boots and bury his head in her lap .
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that her young and beautiful body exuded heat and perfume right next o his made him take a wadded up handkerchief out of his dshirt pocket and take off his glasses and wipe them thoroughly .
" what are you working on ?" she asked ." i don't recognize your sybols , wakefield ." a pink nail , comma shaped , perfect as a seashell tapped his paper .
" my paper for number theory class .n the riemann hypothesis . the zeta function ."
"of course ." she smiled , and he understood what she meant that it was just like him to choose the most difficulft . abstruse subject possible .
she said ."my paper is also on the primes ."
"you're kidding ! "
"but i'm following a line based on the work of micheal berry .i'm interested in the idea that the energy levels in heavy nuclei seem to be related to hermitian mattrices in the same way the primes are .i'm a double major in physics , did you know that ?"
"i didn't know you had this interest ," elliott said ."but the hermitian matrices correlations- they are just interesting correlations , until someone can explain the actual relatiob=nship . if there is one .personally , i don't believe there 's any connection between the primes and the real world , even the subatomic world . i used to think that , though . when i was a kid ."
"you are wrong , wakefield . the primes hve a deep connection to the real world . i think maybe the primes are the real world , the real building blocks of the universe . have you read volovich's paper for CERN on that topic ? anyway there's room for both of us . wouldn't you say ?"
"sure . it's just incredible that yu are into the primes , berry , that's pretty new stuff . he's in england , isn't he ?"
silke said ," ja , it 's new , that idiot riemann . saying his h7pothesis was probably true . but never giving us any part of a prooof . i'll never forgive him .
" what are you working on ?" she asked ." i don't recognize your sybols , wakefield ." a pink nail , comma shaped , perfect as a seashell tapped his paper .
" my paper for number theory class .n the riemann hypothesis . the zeta function ."
"of course ." she smiled , and he understood what she meant that it was just like him to choose the most difficulft . abstruse subject possible .
she said ."my paper is also on the primes ."
"you're kidding ! "
"but i'm following a line based on the work of micheal berry .i'm interested in the idea that the energy levels in heavy nuclei seem to be related to hermitian mattrices in the same way the primes are .i'm a double major in physics , did you know that ?"
"i didn't know you had this interest ," elliott said ."but the hermitian matrices correlations- they are just interesting correlations , until someone can explain the actual relatiob=nship . if there is one .personally , i don't believe there 's any connection between the primes and the real world , even the subatomic world . i used to think that , though . when i was a kid ."
"you are wrong , wakefield . the primes hve a deep connection to the real world . i think maybe the primes are the real world , the real building blocks of the universe . have you read volovich's paper for CERN on that topic ? anyway there's room for both of us . wouldn't you say ?"
"sure . it's just incredible that yu are into the primes , berry , that's pretty new stuff . he's in england , isn't he ?"
silke said ," ja , it 's new , that idiot riemann . saying his h7pothesis was probably true . but never giving us any part of a prooof . i'll never forgive him .
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at the science library one freezing january day , elliott was working through some functions when silke kilmer , the most beautiful woman in his physiscs class , came up behind him and placeed her devine soft cheek next to his . startled , he gave her a push that almost knocked her over and jumped out of his chair .
"sorry ," she said , smiling . she had recovered like a car . her hand barely touching the table to stabilize her .
"no . my fault .i'm sorry ."
"can i talk to you for a minute ? i know you're working , bt- just for a minute ?"
"by all means ," elliott saiod , kicking himself mentally for sounding so pompous .
they sat diown again , alone in the group of cubicles on the third floor where elliott spent a lot of his evenings . silke set down her heavy backpack and took off her navy pea coat , revealing a fuzzy white sweater with a turtlneck that gave her an exaggerated silhouette . the angles between her chest and ribs and stomach fascinatingly concave and convex .
elliott tried not to stare at her . she had dark hair and red full lips . and plive skin as though she were mediterranean , not from some little town ion germany whose name elliott couldn't remember .
he knew that she was on scholarship , too and that she sometimes answered questionns in class he couldn't . she wanted to be a quantum physicist , they all did , all except elliott , who wanted to be a mathemtician . of the three girls in the class , she was the one who came in late , who smiled , who would talk to any of them . the best was that she would not return to germany , that a big american university like princeton would grab her . she had the smarts , but she was also graceious and sociable . which was not something you came across every day at MIT .
that she had sought him out brought a flush to his cheeks .
"sorry ," she said , smiling . she had recovered like a car . her hand barely touching the table to stabilize her .
"no . my fault .i'm sorry ."
"can i talk to you for a minute ? i know you're working , bt- just for a minute ?"
"by all means ," elliott saiod , kicking himself mentally for sounding so pompous .
they sat diown again , alone in the group of cubicles on the third floor where elliott spent a lot of his evenings . silke set down her heavy backpack and took off her navy pea coat , revealing a fuzzy white sweater with a turtlneck that gave her an exaggerated silhouette . the angles between her chest and ribs and stomach fascinatingly concave and convex .
elliott tried not to stare at her . she had dark hair and red full lips . and plive skin as though she were mediterranean , not from some little town ion germany whose name elliott couldn't remember .
he knew that she was on scholarship , too and that she sometimes answered questionns in class he couldn't . she wanted to be a quantum physicist , they all did , all except elliott , who wanted to be a mathemtician . of the three girls in the class , she was the one who came in late , who smiled , who would talk to any of them . the best was that she would not return to germany , that a big american university like princeton would grab her . she had the smarts , but she was also graceious and sociable . which was not something you came across every day at MIT .
that she had sought him out brought a flush to his cheeks .
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the massachusetts instititute of technology of fered him a scholarship anyway . he was eighteen when he got on the plane to to boston . his mother gave him two ham sandwiches so he wouldn't have to eat airplane food . his father gave him a silver -chased mechanical pencil . he wrote down his solutions with that pencil forever after .
MIT appeared to bustle with sude3nt life , but in fact it was a lonely place where a lot young people like himself , wearing spevs , walked around in the same pair of jeans for days and ate alonre in cheap eateries , punching calculators and hunching under the weight of their backpacks .elliott wasn't free to think anymore ; he had to take classes in areas of knowledge thatbored him , like english literature , and he spent a lot of time eating pizza and hiding out the first year . his dorm room . a high -rise on memorial drive , was always too hot from the central heating , and he shared the room with a social misfit from minneapolis who talked even less than hre did and dropped out during the second part of his sophomore year leaving behind an empty bed and a starker silence .
elliott tried out for crew , but confronted wit the unfamiliar currents of the muddy charles , he blew the tryouts, the broad shoulders he had developed rowing across the cove at home slumped and his neck was out most the winter . he stayed through the winter break and caught a semipermanent cold from the foreign bugs of the east coast . he missed his father and mother and wrote them endless e-mails .
his mother died suddenly , a heart attack . he spent the summer at home , trying to help hisfather cope .it was so cold that second wnter at MIT that elliott almost gave up and went home . but then something happened that made weather and thoughts of home irrelevan6t.
MIT appeared to bustle with sude3nt life , but in fact it was a lonely place where a lot young people like himself , wearing spevs , walked around in the same pair of jeans for days and ate alonre in cheap eateries , punching calculators and hunching under the weight of their backpacks .elliott wasn't free to think anymore ; he had to take classes in areas of knowledge thatbored him , like english literature , and he spent a lot of time eating pizza and hiding out the first year . his dorm room . a high -rise on memorial drive , was always too hot from the central heating , and he shared the room with a social misfit from minneapolis who talked even less than hre did and dropped out during the second part of his sophomore year leaving behind an empty bed and a starker silence .
elliott tried out for crew , but confronted wit the unfamiliar currents of the muddy charles , he blew the tryouts, the broad shoulders he had developed rowing across the cove at home slumped and his neck was out most the winter . he stayed through the winter break and caught a semipermanent cold from the foreign bugs of the east coast . he missed his father and mother and wrote them endless e-mails .
his mother died suddenly , a heart attack . he spent the summer at home , trying to help hisfather cope .it was so cold that second wnter at MIT that elliott almost gave up and went home . but then something happened that made weather and thoughts of home irrelevan6t.
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he read everything he coud about the attemps to find a formula to predict the primes . the gniuses of mathematics , the smartest people who ev some had lived long , quite lives . but many who flirted with the primes hd fallen while very young : gauseer lived , had tried to understand the primes , and been defeated
, who left math forever in his twenties ; ramanujan , the vegetariaqn brahmin who died at thirty -two ; godel , who starved himself to death ; nash , teetering on the edge of the void most of his life ' grothendieck , still aklive , doistered inb a hut in the pyrenees , obsessed with the devil ; turing who killed himself at forty -one by eating a cyanide laced apple .
and the greatest of them all , in elliot'sw mind at least . bernhard riemann , who died in italy at thirty nine .because of pleurisy , the books said , but elliot figured he had died because the heat in him had died , riemann had simply gone as far as he could . he ha found a possible order in the primes and given the world a direction in the riemann hypothesis . it made sense to die then .
" the distribution of primes is linked to a mistake about what zero and actually are ," he told his parents at dinner one day ." zero and are the same point . they are definitely not numbers ."
"prove it ," his father said .
"i will , i am going to be a mathrematician ."
"of course you are ." his father said ." but you have to study hard so you can go to a great university ."
\elliot scored a petfect 800 on his math SAT s , but only 710on the verbal side .
, who left math forever in his twenties ; ramanujan , the vegetariaqn brahmin who died at thirty -two ; godel , who starved himself to death ; nash , teetering on the edge of the void most of his life ' grothendieck , still aklive , doistered inb a hut in the pyrenees , obsessed with the devil ; turing who killed himself at forty -one by eating a cyanide laced apple .
and the greatest of them all , in elliot'sw mind at least . bernhard riemann , who died in italy at thirty nine .because of pleurisy , the books said , but elliot figured he had died because the heat in him had died , riemann had simply gone as far as he could . he ha found a possible order in the primes and given the world a direction in the riemann hypothesis . it made sense to die then .
" the distribution of primes is linked to a mistake about what zero and actually are ," he told his parents at dinner one day ." zero and are the same point . they are definitely not numbers ."
"prove it ," his father said .
"i will , i am going to be a mathrematician ."
"of course you are ." his father said ." but you have to study hard so you can go to a great university ."
\elliot scored a petfect 800 on his math SAT s , but only 710on the verbal side .
Tuesday, June 18, 2013
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soent his teenage summers pulling rhythmically on the oars , circling the cove , mostly alone thinking . his parents didn't bother him , and he had no friends , so hewas free to think . sometimes he thoughts about girls , but mostly he thought about calculus . he began carrying a sprial notebook with him to record his thoughts . when it filled , he would start a new one .
nubers ; the integers , the irrational , the transcendents . th imaginaries ; numbers that presentd mysteries brighter and more challenging than the mysteries of religion , because they could be solved with logic , someday , by someone .
he had first met the greatest mytery of all , the mystery of the prime numbers , when he was ten years old .
how these buiolding blocks of all numbers are distributed along the great number line has never been understood .they seem to occur at random -2,3,5,7,11,17b - and so on and on forever to those regons of monstrous limitlessness where elliott's little breeze blew . an integer was a prime number if you copuldn't divide it by any other integer except itself and one . but no formula copuld predict the sequence of primes . no formula could find the factors large numbers , except by the crude method of searching one by one along the number line .
yet all the great minds in mathematics over all the centuries agrrees on one thing : the primes could not be random . if they were random . the ground of the universe was random, and this could not be , not with planets revolving around stars , not with the soatring bridges and skycrapers people have built . not with the human eye , which seeks and finds harmony everywhere .
no, the primes could not not be rndomly distributed . one day as he furiously rowed across the flat water . elliot made up his mind to devote his life to the primes . if he introduced a newdevil into the world , if he found truth that added to chaos instead of harmony , he would hold his answer close and decide then what to do with it .
nubers ; the integers , the irrational , the transcendents . th imaginaries ; numbers that presentd mysteries brighter and more challenging than the mysteries of religion , because they could be solved with logic , someday , by someone .
he had first met the greatest mytery of all , the mystery of the prime numbers , when he was ten years old .
how these buiolding blocks of all numbers are distributed along the great number line has never been understood .they seem to occur at random -2,3,5,7,11,17b - and so on and on forever to those regons of monstrous limitlessness where elliott's little breeze blew . an integer was a prime number if you copuldn't divide it by any other integer except itself and one . but no formula copuld predict the sequence of primes . no formula could find the factors large numbers , except by the crude method of searching one by one along the number line .
yet all the great minds in mathematics over all the centuries agrrees on one thing : the primes could not be random . if they were random . the ground of the universe was random, and this could not be , not with planets revolving around stars , not with the soatring bridges and skycrapers people have built . not with the human eye , which seeks and finds harmony everywhere .
no, the primes could not not be rndomly distributed . one day as he furiously rowed across the flat water . elliot made up his mind to devote his life to the primes . if he introduced a newdevil into the world , if he found truth that added to chaos instead of harmony , he would hold his answer close and decide then what to do with it .
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