He was taking a break from his formulas. He was working on a new branch of combutronic mathematics, a specialization of a specialized field of obscure number theory. Tonight was not his night. He wasn't making any progress whatsoever. His room was a mess of crumpled sheets of paper, stacks of books many of them propped open to pages he hoped would give him a lead, some way into a crack in the brick wall he had painted himself into.
Out of his dorm, in the cool of the night air, in the middle of the campus courtyard, he went for a walk.
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