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“Surely You’re Joking, Mr. Feynman”: Adventures of a Curious CharacterSo that was the mood I was in when it was my turn to talk to the psychiatrist. I sit down at the desk, and the psychiatrist starts looking through my papers. БЂњHello, Dick!БЂ«he says in a cheerful voice. БЂњWhere do you work?БЂ«IБЂ™m thinking, БЂњWho does he think he is, calling me by my first name?БЂ«and I say coldly, БЂњSchenectady.БЂ«БЂњWho do you work for, Dick?БЂ«says the psychiatrist, smiling again. БЂњGeneral Electric.БЂ«БЂњDo you like your work, Dick?БЂ«he says, with that same big smile on his face. БЂњSo-so.БЂ«I just wasnБЂ™t going to have anything to do with him. Three nice questions, and then the fourth one is completely different. БЂњDo you think people talk about you?БЂ«he asks, in a low, serious tone. I light up and say, БЂњSure! When I go home, my mother often tells me how she was telling her friends about me.БЂ«He isnБЂ™t listening to the explanation; instead, heБЂ™s writing something down on my paper. Then again, in a low, serious tone, he says, БЂњDo you think people stare at you?БЂ«IБЂ™m all ready to say no, when he says, БЂњFor instance, do you think any of the boys waiting on the benches are staring at you now?БЂ«While I had been waiting to talk to the psychiatrist, I had noticed there were about twelve guys on the benches waiting for the three psychiatrists, and theyБЂ™ve got nothing else to look at, so I divide twelve by threeБЂ”that makes four eachБЂ”but IБЂ™m conservative, so I say, БЂњYeah, maybe two of them are looking at us.БЂ«He says, БЂњWell just turn around and lookБЂ«БЂ”and heБЂ™s not even bothering to look himself! So I turn around, and sure enough, two guys are looking ...» |
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