"Surely You're Joking, Mr. Feynman!" - unam.
"Surely You're Joking, Mr. Feynman!" - unam.
"Surely You're Joking, Mr. Feynman!" - unam.
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University of North Carolina."<br />
"Which do you mean," he said, "the State University of North Carolina at Raleigh,<br />
or the University of North Carolina at Chapel Hill?"<br />
Needless to say, I hadn't the slightest idea. "Where are they?" I asked, figuring<br />
that one must be near the other.<br />
"One's north of here, and the other is south of here, about the same distance."<br />
I had nothing with me that showed which one it was, and there was nobody else<br />
going to the conference a day late like I was.<br />
That gave me an idea. "Listen," I said to the dispatcher. "The main meeting began<br />
yesterday, so there were a whole lot of guys going to the meeting who must have come<br />
through here yesterday. Let me describe them to you: They would have their heads kind<br />
of in the air, and they would be talking to each other, not paying attention to where they<br />
were going, saying things to each other, like 'Gmunu. Gmunu.' "<br />
His face lit up. "Ah, yes," he said. "You mean Chapel Hill!" He called the next<br />
taxi waiting in line. "Take this man to the university at Chapel Hill."<br />
"Thank you," I said, and I went to the conference.<br />
But Is It Art?<br />
Once I was at a party playing bongos, and I got going pretty well. One of the guys<br />
was particularly inspired by the drumming. He went into the bathroom, took off his shirt,<br />
smeared shaving cream in funny designs all over his chest, and came out dancing wildly,<br />
with cherries hanging from his ears. Naturally, this crazy nut and I became good friends<br />
right away. His name is Jerry Zorthian; he's an artist.<br />
We often had long discussions about art and science. I'd say things like, "Artists<br />
are lost: they don't have any subject! They used to have the religious subjects, but they<br />
lost their religion and now they haven't got anything. They don't understand the technical<br />
world they live in; they don't know anything about the beauty of the real world the<br />
scientific world so they don't have anything in their hearts to paint."<br />
Jerry would reply that artists don't need to have a physical subject; there are many<br />
emotions that can be expressed through art. Besides, art can be abstract. Furthermore,<br />
scientists destroy the beauty of nature when they pick it apart and turn it into<br />
mathematical equations.<br />
One time I was over at Jerry's for his birthday, and one of these dopey arguments<br />
lasted until 3:00 A.M. The next morning I called him up: "Listen, Jerry," I said, "the<br />
reason we have these arguments that never get anywhere is that you don't know a damn<br />
thing about science, and I don't know a damn thing about art. So, on alternate Sundays,<br />
I'll give you a lesson in science, and you give me a lesson in art."<br />
"OK," he said. "I'll teach you how to draw."<br />
"That will be impossible," I said, because when I was in high school, the only<br />
thing I could draw was pyramids on deserts consisting mainly of straight lines and<br />
from time to time I would attempt a palm tree and put in a sun. I had absolutely no talent.<br />
I sat next to a guy who was equally adept. When he was permitted to draw anything, it<br />
consisted of two flat, elliptical blobs, like tires stacked on one another, with a stalk<br />
coming out of the top, culminating in a green triangle. It was supposed to be a tree. So I