"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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So I sit on the bench again, and one of the other guys waiting sidles up to me and<br />
says, "Gee! You were in there twentyfive minutes! The other guys were in there only<br />
five minutes!"<br />
"Yeah."<br />
"Hey," he says. "You wanna know how to fool the psychiatrist? All you have to<br />
do is pick your nails, like this."<br />
"Then why don't you pick your nails like that?"<br />
"Oh," he says, "I wanna get in the army!"<br />
"You wanna fool the psychiatrist?" I say. "You just tell him that!"<br />
After a while I was called over to a different desk to see another psychiatrist.<br />
While the first psychiatrist had been rather young and innocentlooking, this one was<br />
grayhaired and distinguishedlooking obviously the superior psychiatrist. I figure all<br />
of this is now going to get straightened out, but no matter what happens, I'm not going to<br />
become friendly.<br />
The new psychiatrist looks at my papers, puts a big smile on his face, and says,<br />
"Hello, Dick. I see you worked at Los Alamos during the war."<br />
"Yeah."<br />
"There used to be a boys' school there, didn't there?"<br />
"That's right."<br />
"Were there a lot of buildings in the school?"<br />
"Only a few."<br />
Three questions same technique and the next question is completely different.<br />
"You said you hear voices in your head. Describe that, please."<br />
"It happens very rarely, when I've been paying attention to a person with a foreign<br />
accent. As I'm falling asleep I can hear his voice very clearly. The first time it happened<br />
was while I was a student at MIT. I could hear old Professor Vallarta say, 'Deea deea<br />
electric fielda.' And the other time was in Chicago during the war, when Professor Teller<br />
was explaining to me how the bomb worked. Since I'm interested in all kinds of<br />
phenomena, I wondered how I could hear these voices with accents so precisely, when I<br />
couldn't imitate them that well. . . Doesn't everybody have something like that happen<br />
once in a while?"<br />
The psychiatrist put his hand over his face, and I could see through his fingers a<br />
little smile (he wouldn't answer the question).<br />
Then the psychiatrist checked into something else. "You said that you talk to your<br />
deceased wife. What do you say to her?"<br />
I got angry. I figure it's none of his damn business, and I say, "I tell her I love her,<br />
if it's all right with you!"<br />
After some more bitter exchanges he says, "Do you believe in the supernormal?"<br />
I say, "I don't know what the 'supernormal' is."<br />
"What? You, a Ph.D. in physics, don't know what the supernormal is?"<br />
"That's right."<br />
"It's what Sir Oliver Lodge and his school believe in."<br />
That's not much of a clue, but I knew it. "You mean the supernatural."<br />
"You can call it that if you want."<br />
"All right, I will."<br />
"Do you believe in mental telepathy?"