A short story (?) in which Paul Erdős wakes up in the home of a Parisian mathematician, seems a bit confused, wanders around, and says some strange things. No real math is discussed in the story, but of course Erdős was a real mathematician.
I'm not absolutely sure this one is fiction. This could theoretically be a description of fact, though it reads more like a short story. (It seems odd to me for someone to have written a story about a real person who had not even been dead 10 years at the time it was written.) If anyone knows more than I do about its origins, please let me know.
Originally published in Southwest Review 89 no1 37-46 2004.
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