6/10/2023 0 Comments The man who loved only numbers![]() "I don't understand why the SF has seen fit to send me a cold," he wheezed. HisĪrm was flapping wildly now, and he was coughing. His mistake was to pause at the coat cheek while they charged ahead. He was angry with himself for letting his friends slip out of sight. Tables of the small Japanese restaurant, one arm held out to the side like a scarecrow's. It was dinnertime in Greenbrook, New Jersey, on a cold spring day in 1987, and Paul Erdös, then seventy-four, had lost four mathematical colleagues, who were sitting fifty feet in front of him, sipping green tea. Of all, I will just miss Paul, the human. and came to my bed to ask whether my "brain is open." I will miss the problems and conjectures and the stimulating conversations about anything and everything. I will miss the times he prowled my hallways at 4:00 A.M. And for this, I will always be grateful to him. ![]() Paul Erdös was one of those very special geniuses, the kind who comes along only once in a very long while yet he chose, quite consciously I am sure, to share mathematics with mere mortals-like me. the epitaph Paul Erdös wrote for himself ![]() The Story of Paul Erdös and the Search for Mathematical Truth ![]()
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