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CHAPTER 54: The Signature
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My Private Tutor CHAPTER 75: The Absolute Variable
MAYAThe problem was one I had found in a paper about tidal flow in narrow estuaries, and it had nothing to do with anything.I had been working on it since seven.The kitchen island was covered with my notes — three pages of scribbled calculations, a pen without a cap, a mug of coffee Adrian had made at half past six that had gone cold. The laptop was propped on a stack of books because the stand had broken in November and neither of us had replaced it. The window was open a crack because I had burned something the night before and the smell had not entirely gone.The paper said the solution was trivial. It was not trivial. It had been bothering me for four days.There was nothing on the calendar until Thursday. No filing, no hearing, no letter that had to be answered before a certain date. The foundation had forty-one grantees and an administrator who handled the correspondence. The lectureship had eighteen students and a syllabus I had written in February. None of it was the kind o
My Private Tutor CHAPTER 74: The Terrace
ADRIANI had carried the ring in my coat pocket for eleven days.It was not an expensive ring. It was a thin band of white gold with a single small stone, and I had chosen it in a shop on the Rennweg in nine minutes because the woman behind the counter had shown me four trays and I had known within the first tray that anything larger would have been an insult.Maya does not wear jewellery. She has never worn jewellery. She wears a watch that her father left her and nothing else.I knew that before I went into the shop. I went anyway.---I did not plan the evening.That is not true. I planned it eleven times and discarded eleven versions. A restaurant. A weekend in the Valais. A walk along the lake at the point where the lights come on. Each of them was a performance, and each of them would have required her to react to the performance rather than to the question, and I did not want her reacting to anything.So on the eleventh evening I did nothing.She was at the table with the Halvo
My Private Tutor CHAPTER 73: Zurich Nights
MAYAThe pasta was a disaster.I put the water on at half past six and forgot about it until the pot had boiled dry and the bottom had gone brown, and Adrian came into the kitchen to find me holding the pot at arm's length under the tap while the smoke alarm went off in the hall.He did not laugh. He opened the window, took the pot out of my hands, and put it in the sink."We'll use the other one," he said."There isn't another one.""Then we'll use the frying pan.""You can't boil pasta in a frying pan.""You can if you're determined."---We boiled pasta in a frying pan. It took twice as long and came out with a texture somewhere between chalk and rubber, and the sauce came from a jar that had been in the cupboard since before either of us had moved in, and we ate it at the kitchen table at nine o'clock with the window still open and the cold coming in."It's terrible," I said."It's terrible.""Say it's fine.""It is not fine. It is the worst pasta I have eaten in a decade." He put
My Private Tutor CHAPTER 72: The Summit
MAYAThe Great Hall of the Zurich Directorate had not changed since the afternoon I stood at the brass lectern and defended a thesis against five senior directors and a hostile panel member who wanted me broken.The granite was the same. The reinforced glass was the same. The tiered oak gallery behind the bench was the same, though it was fuller now — three hundred delegates from eleven clearinghouse authorities, the European Economic Council, the Swiss Financial Authority, and a bank of translators in glass booths along the eastern wall.What had changed was where I stood.I sat at the centre of the dais, in the high-backed chair that Director Weber had occupied for nineteen years. Weber had retired in December. He had written to me once, a short letter on Directorate stationery, saying that the model was the most significant piece of quantitative architecture of his career and that he was glad he had lived long enough to see it ratified. I had written back. I had not expected to fee
My Private Tutor CHAPTER 71: The Public Record
CHAPTER 71: The Public RecordMAYAThe request came through the foundation's general inbox on a Tuesday and sat there for four days before anyone flagged it.A financial journalist from one of the European papers — the kind that prints on salmon paper and is read by people who work in glass buildings — wanted to write a profile of the Lin-Vance Model and the woman who had authored it. Twelve hundred words. One photograph. No conditions.I said no twice before I said yes.---Her name was Hanna Vestergaard and she came to the office on the Limmatquai on a Thursday afternoon in February with a small recorder and a paper notebook she did not open.She was in her forties and had done this for a long time and did not pretend otherwise. She asked about the model first — the architecture, the recursive loop, the seventeen months of sandbox testing. She asked about the hearing and wrote down the dates. She asked about Halvorsen and Steinhauser and the nine deployments and whether I thought th
My Private Tutor CHAPTER 70: The First Grant
MAYAThe Halvorsen application had been on my desk for three weeks.It was two pages and a curriculum vitae and a covering letter in English with a Swedish syntax that made the sentences go the long way round. She was forty-four now. She had spent six years in a bookshop in Bologna and three years before that in a rented room in Uppsala and the intervening time writing a book she had not been able to find a publisher for.The application was for one hundred and twenty thousand francs to complete a manuscript on sovereign debt restructuring.The model that had nearly collapsed three clearinghouses. Rewritten. Cleaned. Finished.I approved it at ten in the morning and called her at noon.She answered in Italian and I asked whether she spoke English and she said she did and then she was quiet for a while."I did not think it would be funded," she said."Why did you apply?""Because a woman called Steinhauser wrote to me and told me what you had done." A pause. "She said I should apply. S
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