It's hardest to belong when you're closest to home... One wet Friday evening Professor Andrew Martin of Cambridge University solves the world's greatest mathematical riddle. Then he disappears. When he is found walking naked along the motorway Professor Martin seems different. Besides the lack of clothes he now finds normal life pointless. His loving wife & teenage son seem repulsive to him. In fact he hates everyone on the planet. Everyone that is except Newton. & he's a dog. Can a bit of Debussy & Emily Dickinson keep him from murder? Can the species which invented cheap white wine & peanut butter sandwiches be all that bad? & what is the warm feeling he gets when he looks into his wife's eyes?