QuoteWhat´s more valuable: a PhD degree obtained with no papers published or an MSc with articles in peer reviewed journals?OR... OR ... a PhD with a paper published in a peer reviewed journal is your main claim to the job you have, but then you realize that your main result is completely false and there is absolutely no chance of salvaging it , ie maybe there is a chance of salvaging it but that would require several times the amount of work you did to get that one paper published, and up to now it's been 2 years and the editors haven't caught on to it or requested you write an erratum, but then one rainy thursday evening this guy in a felt hat turns up at your door and tells you he's found it, the flaw in your paper, and he's gonna tell the editors unless you pay up, and this is one smart cookie, he's got your salary right to 3% precision and he's taking all he can while leaving you a chance to live, so he's not killing you just going to milk you as bad as he can for all your life and then you think about your little twins one of which has the defective liver and you can't bear to think of bringing them up on cheap wholesale frankfurter sausages and the like and so while you talk to him about the estimation of risk premia and the new architectures for efficient cva computation, you pick up your global derivatives 2004: Ibiza bookweight and give him a good blow to the occipital lobe. He collapses in a wet slump of felt. It's only beginning to dawn on you what you did when your blackberry beeps: you'd forgotten the Dean of your college is coming over for dinner tonight . He's now dating the ex-wife of your advisor. And he's beeping you on your blackberry: he's only 5 minutes away, should he bring some chips? Quickly, you ply the huddled wet slump of felt into your antique harpsichord and slam shut the lid. As you are setting out the drinks the bell rings. Then as you're sitting and chatting you realize: 1) the dean's dog is fidgeting nervously around the harpsichord. 2) the guy in the felt hat was clutching a printout of your erroneous paper as you snuffed him: though he is safely tucked inside the harpichord, you can see the paper sticking out, spank on the page with the false theorem. A fat guy is serving the drinks: he's doing a cameo. 3) gosh the advisor is now dating this buxom Spanish woman who looks smashing in that 16th style ruff.Drinks and dinner go fine, but before leaving the Dean tells you he's found you out: he's seen the paper sticking out from the harpsichord and put 2+2 together (he didn't become Dean by mistake, he really has his shit down). He hints that he doesn't like scandal, and hush hush he won't tell the fuzz if only you quietly resign. Do you a) quietly resignb) schedule an appointment for later tonight 3 am at the docks, with the dean and your best bludgeon.c) suggest that maybe you could resign, or maybe he could write you a glowing recommendation for a job at <competitor>.I'm only asking for a friend, of course my theorems are always correct. But please help quickly, we are about to serve dessert and the Dean is hinting really insistently now. Tyvm.