Where’s Wiley? Finding the Fermat fella

Outside the Andrew Wiles Building, I said that he was knocking on 70 now and he was a white man probably with white hair, we looked around to see an extraordinary large percentage of passers-by who fit that description.
And, so began our very own game of Where’s Wally? Or, Where’s Waldo? Or in our case: Where’s Wiley?

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