When I was around 11 I heard for the first time about Fermat’s Last Theorem. I was immediately captivated by the problem statement, as well as by the accompanying story, and made a fairly serious attempt to prove it. And while, unsurprisingly, I failed, I learned a lot from the attempt. Blissfully ignorant of the fact that the case had been proved by Euler over 200 years earlier, I decided that that would be a good place to start: once I had sorted that out, I was optimistic that I would be ready to tackle the general case.

Since I still couldn’t really see where to start, I decided to simplify the problem further and concentrate on successive differences of cubes, with a view to showing that such a difference could not itself be a cube. At the time I did not know how to express what I was doing in algebraic language, so I did not explicitly try to prove that the Diophantine equation had no solution. Rather, I just worked out some successive differences and stared at them, trying to get some idea of why none of them was a perfect cube. (I should be clear that this story is a reconstruction of what I think probably happened given the few memory traces that remain half a century later rather than a completely reliable account.) At some point, I had the idea of taking the difference sequence of the difference sequence, and discovered that it formed an arithmetic progression. That felt like progress, so I investigated difference sequences a bit more and discovered, purely empirically, the rule that if you start with th powers and keep taking successive differences, then eventually you get to the constant sequence .