"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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I got that shock about three or four times, being an idiot and not catching on right<br />
away. When I was invited to Berkeley to give a talk on something in physics, I prepared<br />
something rather technical, expecting to give it to the usual physics department group.<br />
But when I got there, this tremendous lecture hall is full of people! And I know there's not<br />
that many people in Berkeley who know the level at which I prepared my talk. My<br />
problem is, I like to please the people who come to hear me, and I can't do it if everybody<br />
and his brother wants to hear: I don't know my audience then.<br />
After the students understood that I can't just easily go over somewhere and give a<br />
talk to the physics club, I said, "Let's cook up a dullsounding title and a dullsounding<br />
professor's name, and then only the kids who are really interested in physics will bother<br />
to come, and those are the ones we want, OK? You don't have to sell anything."<br />
A few posters appeared on the Irvine campus: Professor Henry Warren from the<br />
University of Washington is going to talk about the structure of the proton on May 17th<br />
at 3:00 in Room D102.<br />
Then I came and said, "Professor Warren had some personal difficulties and was<br />
unable to come and speak to you today, so he telephoned me and asked me if I would talk<br />
to you about the subject, since I've been doing some work in the field. So here I am." It<br />
worked great.<br />
But then, somehow or other, the faculty adviser of the club found out about the<br />
trick, and he got very angry at them. He said, "You know, if it were known that Professor<br />
<strong>Feynman</strong> was coming down here, a lot of people would like to have listened to him."<br />
The students explained, "That's just it!" But the adviser was mad that he hadn't<br />
been allowed in on the joke.<br />
Hearing that the students were in real trouble, I decided to write a letter to the<br />
adviser and explained that it was all my fault, that I wouldn't have given the talk unless<br />
this arrangement had been made; that I had told the students not to tell anyone; I'm very<br />
sorry; please excuse me, blah, blah, blah. . . That's the kind of stuff I have to go through<br />
on account of that damn prize!<br />
Just last year I was invited by the students at the University of Alaska in<br />
Fairbanks to talk, and had a wonderful time, except for the interviews on local television.<br />
I don't need interviews; there's no point to it. I came to talk to the physics students, and<br />
that's it. If everybody in town wants to know that, let the school newspaper tell them. It's<br />
on account of the Nobel Prize that I've got to have an interview I'm a big shot, right?<br />
A friend of mine who's a rich man he invented some kind of simple digital<br />
switch tells me about these people who contribute money to make prizes or give<br />
lectures: "You always look at them carefully to find out what crockery they're trying to<br />
absolve their conscience of."<br />
My friend Matt Sands was once going to write a book to be called Alfred Nobel's<br />
Other Mistake.<br />
For many years I would look, when the time was coming around to give out the<br />
Prize, at who might get it. But after a while I wasn't even aware of when it was the right<br />
"season." I therefore had no idea why someone would be calling me at 3:30 or 4:00 in the<br />
morning. "Professor <strong>Feynman</strong>?"<br />
"Hey! Why are you bothering me at this time in the morning?"<br />
"I thought you'd like to know that you've won the Nobel Prize."<br />
"Yeah, but I'm sleeping! It would have been better if you had called me in the