29/10/2011 Leave a comment
James pushes his coffee mug out of the way. It is a distraction. He knows that he needs to concentrate, but he feels like everything is conspiring to prevent this. The culmination of the last eight months of work is just out of reach. Of course, he knows that he has nobody to blame but himself, but the temptation is simply too great. James Fleet is a mathematician. He doesn’t call himself a mathematician. It’s not quite glamorous enough for him. “J. Fleet, Numerical Logician” is what it says on his business cards, or the insignificant pieces of paper that he calls business cards. When he prints them on the library printer he is often thanked for his patronage by the librarians with a kindly acid stare.
“You are a mathematician Jay, why do you need cards?” His friends would say. Jay was their pet name for him. He didn’t like it, but then, he didn’t particularly like James either. His opinion is that he wouldn’t need cards for much longer. They would say that he wouldn’t have friends for much longer, if he carried on as he was. He knew what they were saying, or he thought he did, but to him The Project was just too important. —WHAT THE HELL IS THIS. AM I WRITING A NEW VERSION OF PI- THE MOVIE? I SHOULD PROBABLY STOP. YEAH. OKAY. RIGHT. I AM DONE NOW. I’LL PROBABLY POST THIS AS A BLOG POST…—