“Math is a difficult thing to love,” he said. “It’s precise and unforgiving, it’s evasive and it will never love me back, but I don’t have much of a choice, do I? It’s the thing that I can do that other people can’t, or that other people lack the patience for. Are there worthier things, more rewarding things? Yes, probably. But I don’t know what they are, they never showed themselves to me. Only math did.” “How unromantic,” Regan said, and it was meant to be a joke, but she thought for a moment she meant it. “Not entirely,” he said, and she recalled suddenly that while he believed himself
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