Then she walked away, laughing like it had been a joke.
Walking home at dawn, I felt like the gargoyles on all the old buildings were watching me, but when I reached the hotel I slept soundly.
Today, I went down to the docks, and had had the proof to Fermat's Last Theorem tattooed on my body.
"You'd better be sure your Theorem doesn't have any typos," a passing sailor told me, chuckling, "I'd hate to see you stranded in the desert."
I laughed nervously, but he was right.
I'm going to the lecture tonight anyway, dangerous or not. I just hope the Man in the Red Suit won't be there.
I could use some advice, though. Can I trust the Elephant Hunter? It's too late now to cancel the project - the number's already been discovered. What would you do if you were in my shoes?
Also, how do you like my new shoes?
