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Bleem got too close, see, and he was eliminated. The next day the computer system at his university crashes, erasing all of his electronic notes.

"Oh, grow up! The man published a paper detailing his discovery of an up-until-now unknown integer somewhere between one and twenty, stating that he was working on a proof of its existence and exact location, and a week after the paper is published - poof! Bleem dies in a car crash, and his house burns down, destroying all of his written notes.

"Laszlo Bleem died in a car accident, Professor." Then he whispered, "He died for trying to expose bleem." "Only you can't - he's dead," he added, giggling. "Tell that to Laszlo Bleem, Doctor," said Ersheim. "We have been over this, Professor - there is no integer between three and four." He then leaned close to Tomlin and whispered, "The secret integer between three and four." Bleem!" shouted Ersheim, banging his fists against the desk. But not to me - oh, no, I see through their deceptions, I know what they're hiding," said Ersheim. They say that numbers don't lie, only they do, they lie all the time, they've always lied. "Who are you talking about, Professor? Who wants everyone to think you're crazy?" "I know you think I'm crazy, don't you think I know you think I'm crazy? That's what everyone thought about Laszlo Bleem, too that's what they want you to think." He stared at Tomlin, not moving, not blinking. "Oh, cut the nice-guy act, Doctor," he said sharply. Still no eye contact.Įrsheim suddenly stopped rocking and looked straight at Tomlin, eyes bulging. "Oh, yes, I've been sleeping quite well, sleeping like a baby," replied Ersheim, nodding vigorously in sync with his rocking. "Fine, fine, thank you, just fine," replied the man without looking at him. "How are you today, Professor Ersheim?" asked Dr. It was hard to believe that, before his breakdown, this man had been one of the foremost number theorists in the world. Rocking back and forth in his chair, with his shoulders slouching, his eyes darting all around the room, and his upper lip twitching every few seconds, the man conveyed a distinctly squirrel-like impression. Simon Tomlin studied the man sitting across the table from him. Here is the pasted text bellow if you want to read it directly, I thought it was pretty funny and fun to readĭr.