"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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have the company decide who their better engineers were, and to have them look at the book. I couldn't claim that I was smarter than sixty­five other guys ­­ but the average of sixty­five other guys, certainly! I couldn't get through to him, and the book was approved by the board. When I was still on the commission, I had to go to San Francisco a few times for some of the meetings, and when I returned to Los Angeles from the first trip, I stopped in the commission office to get reimbursed for my expenses. "How much did it cost, Mr. Feynman?" "Well, I flew to San Francisco, so it's the airfare, plus the parking at the airport while I was away." "Do you have your ticket?" I happened to have the ticket. "Do you have a receipt for the parking?" "No, but it cost $2.35 to park my car." "But we have to have a receipt." "I told you how much it cost. If you don't trust me, why do you let me tell you what I think is good and bad about the schoolbooks?". There was a big stew about that. Unfortunately, I had been used to giving lectures for some company or university or for ordinary people, not for the government. I was used to, "What were your expenses?" ­­ "So­and­so much." ­­ "Here you are, Mr. Feynman." I then decided I wasn't going to give them a receipt for anything. After the second trip to San Francisco they again asked me for my ticket and receipts. "I haven't got any." "This can't go on, Mr. Feynman." "When I accepted to serve on the commission, I was told you were going to pay my expenses." "But we expected to have some receipts to prove the expenses." "I have nothing to prove it, but you know I live in Los Angeles and I go to these other towns; how the hell do you think I get there?" They didn't give in, and neither did I. I feel when you're in a position like that, where you choose not to buckle down to the System, you must pay the consequences if it doesn't work. So I'm perfectly satisfied, but I never did get compensation for the trips. It's one of those games I play. They want a receipt? I'm not giving them a receipt. Then you're not going to get the money. OK, then I'm not taking the money. They don't trust me? The hell with it; they don't have to pay me. Of course it's absurd! I know that's the way the government works; well, screw the government! I feel that human beings should treat human beings like human beings. And unless I'm going to be treated like one, I'm not going to have anything to do with them! They feel bad? They feel bad. I feel bad, too. We'll just let it go. I know they're "protecting the taxpayer," but see how well you think the taxpayer was being protected in the following situation. There were two books that we were unable to come to a decision about after much discussion; they were extremely close. So we left it open to the Board of Education to decide. Since the board was now taking the cost into consideration, and since the two books were so evenly matched, the board decided to open the bids and take the lower

one. Then the question came up, "Will the schools be getting the books at the regular time, or could they, perhaps, get them a little earlier, in time for the coming term?" One publisher's representative got up and said, "We are happy that you accepted our bid; we can get it out in time for the next term." A representative of the publisher that lost out was also there, and he got up and said, "Since our bids were submitted based on the later deadline, I think we should have a chance to bid again for the earlier deadline, because we too can meet the earlier deadline." Mr. Norris, the Pasadena lawyer on the board, asked the guy from the other publisher, "And how much would it cost for us to get your books at the earlier date?" And he gave a number: It was less! The first guy got up: "If he changes his bid, I have the right to change my bid!" ­­ and his bid is still less! Norris asked, "Well how is that ­­ we get the books earlier and it's cheaper?" "Yes," one guy says. "We can use a special offset method we wouldn't normally use. . ." ­­ some excuse why it came out cheaper. The other guy agreed: "When you do it quicker, it costs less!" That was really a shock. It ended up two million dollars cheaper. Norris was really incensed by this sudden change. What happened, of course, was that the uncertainty about the date had opened the possibility that these guys could bid against each other. Normally, when books were supposed to be chosen without taking the cost into consideration, there was no reason to lower the price; the book publishers could put the prices at any place they wanted to. There was no advantage in competing by lowering the price; the way you competed was to impress the members of the curriculum commission. By the way, whenever our commission had a meeting, there were book publishers entertaining curriculum commission members by taking them to lunch and talking to them about their books. I never went. It seems obvious now, but I didn't know what was happening the time I got a package of dried fruit and whatnot delivered by Western Union with a message that read, "From our family to yours, Happy Thanksgiving ­­ The Families." It was from a family I had never heard of in Long Beach, obviously someone wanting to send this to his friend's family who got the name and address wrong, so I thought I'd better straighten it out. I called up Western Union, got the telephone number of the people who sent the stuff, and I called them. "Hello, my name is Mr. Feynman. I received a package. . ." "Oh, hello, Mr. Feynman, this is Pete Pamilio" and he says it in such a friendly way that I think I'm supposed to know who he is! I'm normally such a dunce that I can't remember who anyone is. So I said, "I'm sorry, Mr. Pamilio, but I don't quite remember who you are. . ." It turned out he was a representative of one of the publishers whose books I had to judge on the curriculum commission. "I see. But this could be misunderstood." "It's only family to family." "Yes, but I'm judging a book that you're publishing, and maybe someone might

have the company decide who their better engineers were, and to have them look at the<br />

book. I couldn't claim that I was smarter than sixty­five other guys ­­ but the average of<br />

sixty­five other guys, certainly!<br />

I couldn't get through to him, and the book was approved by the board.<br />

When I was still on the commission, I had to go to San Francisco a few times for<br />

some of the meetings, and when I returned to Los Angeles from the first trip, I stopped in<br />

the commission office to get reimbursed for my expenses.<br />

"How much did it cost, <strong>Mr</strong>. <strong>Feynman</strong>?"<br />

"Well, I flew to San Francisco, so it's the airfare, plus the parking at the airport<br />

while I was away."<br />

"Do you have your ticket?"<br />

I happened to have the ticket.<br />

"Do you have a receipt for the parking?"<br />

"No, but it cost $2.35 to park my car."<br />

"But we have to have a receipt."<br />

"I told you how much it cost. If you don't trust me, why do you let me tell you<br />

what I think is good and bad about the schoolbooks?".<br />

There was a big stew about that. Unfortunately, I had been used to giving lectures<br />

for some company or university or for ordinary people, not for the government. I was<br />

used to, "What were your expenses?" ­­ "So­and­so much." ­­ "Here you are, <strong>Mr</strong>.<br />

<strong>Feynman</strong>."<br />

I then decided I wasn't going to give them a receipt for anything.<br />

After the second trip to San Francisco they again asked me for my ticket and<br />

receipts.<br />

"I haven't got any."<br />

"This can't go on, <strong>Mr</strong>. <strong>Feynman</strong>."<br />

"When I accepted to serve on the commission, I was told you were going to pay<br />

my expenses."<br />

"But we expected to have some receipts to prove the expenses."<br />

"I have nothing to prove it, but you know I live in Los Angeles and I go to these<br />

other towns; how the hell do you think I get there?"<br />

They didn't give in, and neither did I. I feel when you're in a position like that,<br />

where you choose not to buckle down to the System, you must pay the consequences if it<br />

doesn't work. So I'm perfectly satisfied, but I never did get compensation for the trips.<br />

It's one of those games I play. They want a receipt? I'm not giving them a receipt.<br />

Then you're not going to get the money. OK, then I'm not taking the money. They don't<br />

trust me? The hell with it; they don't have to pay me. Of course it's absurd! I know that's<br />

the way the government works; well, screw the government! I feel that human beings<br />

should treat human beings like human beings. And unless I'm going to be treated like<br />

one, I'm not going to have anything to do with them! They feel bad? They feel bad. I feel<br />

bad, too. We'll just let it go. I know they're "protecting the taxpayer," but see how well<br />

you think the taxpayer was being protected in the following situation.<br />

There were two books that we were unable to come to a decision about after much<br />

discussion; they were extremely close. So we left it open to the Board of Education to<br />

decide. Since the board was now taking the cost into consideration, and since the two<br />

books were so evenly matched, the board decided to open the bids and take the lower

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