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Chapter 41: The Head Start
I spent four days with the appendix.This was not continuous reading. You cannot read serious mathematics continuously, not productively. You read a section, sit with it, follow the implications as far as they go in real time, and then move to the next section. You come back to earlier sections when the later ones produce questions that the earlier ones may contain answers to. You annotate. You argue with yourself in the margins. You reach the end, and then you read it again from the beginning with the accumulated context of having read it once, because the second reading of a complex mathematical argument is always a different document from the first.By the end of the fourth day, I had filled the margins of every page with handwriting so dense that, in two places, it had become necessary to continue onto the back of the previous page.And I understood what I had written eleven years ago.Not what I
Chapter 42: The Edinburgh Trust
Raymond Vance answered on the second ring.This was typical of my father in the evening: he was usually in his kitchen or his garage by eight o'clock, accessible in the way that a man who has simplified his life is accessible, with nothing between himself and his phone that required managing. We had not spoken since before Geneva, a gap of ten days that was longer than usual and which I had not closed sooner because I had not known, until now, what I needed to say.'Silas,' he said. His voice had the quality it had when he had been worrying about something he had not called about. He was relieved, and relieved in a way that told me the relief had been waiting.'I'm home,' I said. 'I'm sorry I didn't call sooner.''I watched it,' he said. 'The clip. Marcus sent me the link. I watched it four times.'I had not known Marcus had sent him the link. That was, I thought, exactly the kind of thing Marcus did.'How a
Chapter 43: Raymond
I drove to my father's house on Friday morning.Three hours from the city, through terrain that shifted from urban to suburban to the particular character of places where the suburbs finally give up and the countryside begins properly: farmland, tree lines, the occasional small town with its single main street and its self-contained quality of existing at a slight remove from everything else.Raymond Vance lived in a house he had bought in 1998, a year before Naomi died, when he was still operating under the assumption that they had the kind of future that required a house with more rooms than the two of them currently needed. It was modest and well-maintained in the quiet, practical way of someone who believed that maintenance was a form of respect for the objects in one's care. The gutters were clean. The garden was managed without being showy. The driveway had a small crack along one edge that Raym
Chapter 44: The Notebooks
I stayed until Sunday, as Raymond had asked.On Saturday morning, while Raymond was in his workshop building something that required concentration that made conversation inadvisable, I sat at the kitchen table with a cup of coffee and my mother's first notebook and read.She had been, from the evidence of the earliest pages, a methodical and energetically curious thinker who did not waste space. The notebooks were dense. Every page was used, including the back covers, and the notation moved fluidly between conventional mathematical notation and a personal shorthand that I recognised in parts because some of it had found its way into my own working style through pathways I had not previously traced.The first notebook covered 1994 to 1996.In 1994, the year James Aldridge Vance died, she had written in the first entry, dated two weeks after the funeral: I have been going through Father James's p