![]() ![]() There are also a good three feet of rough drafts of my own work, meticulously archived over many years, and quite as many feet of handwritten notes, the legacy of hours and hours spent listening to research talks. Behind me, neatly arranged on long shelves, thousands and thousands of pages of articles, lawfully photocopied back in the days when scientific journals were still printed on paper, and a great many mathematical monographs, unlawfully photocopied back in the days when I didn't make enough money to buy all of the books I wanted. To my right a cabinet containing several hundred works of mathematics and physics. To my left, on a separate table, a computer workstation. Just as my piano teacher trained me to do, years ago. ![]() My fingers are spread apart like the legs of a spider. ![]() I'm seated in a comfortable armchair, insistently tapping my fingers on the large desk in front of me. Normally the laboratory would be deserted, were it not for two busy mathematicians in need of a quiet place to talk-the office that I've occupied for eight years now on the third floor of a building on the campus of the École Normale Supérieure in Lyon. ![]()
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