"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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"No. Do you?"<br />
"Well, I'm keeping an open mind."<br />
"What? You, a psychiatrist, keeping an open mind? Ha!" It went on like this for<br />
quite a while.<br />
Then at some point near the end he says, "How much do you value life?"<br />
"Sixtyfour."<br />
"Why did you say 'sixtyfour'?"<br />
"How are you supposed to measure the value of life?"<br />
"No! I mean, why did you say 'sixtyfour,' and not 'seventythree,' for instance?"<br />
"If I had said 'seventythree,' you would have asked me the same question!"<br />
The psychiatrist finished with three friendly questions, just as the other<br />
psychiatrist had done, handed me my papers, and I went off to the next booth.<br />
While I'm waiting in the line, I look at the paper which has the summary of all the<br />
tests I've taken so far. And just for the hell of it I show my paper to the guy next to me,<br />
and I ask him in a rather stupidsounding voice, "Hey! What did you get in 'Psychiatric'?<br />
Oh! You got an 'N.' I got an 'N' in everything else, but I got a 'D' in 'Psychiatric.' What<br />
does that mean?" I knew what it meant: "N" is normal, "D" is deficient.<br />
The guy pats me on the shoulder and says, "Buddy, it's perfectly all right. It<br />
doesn't mean anything. Don't worry about it!" Then he walks way over to the other corner<br />
of the room, frightened: It's a lunatic!<br />
I started looking at the papers the psychiatrists had written, and it looked pretty<br />
serious! The first guy wrote: Thinks people talk about him.<br />
Thinks people stare at him.<br />
Auditory hypnogogic hallucinations.<br />
Talks to self.<br />
Talks to deceased wife.<br />
Maternal aunt in mental institution.<br />
Very peculiar stare. (I knew what that was that was when I said, "And this is<br />
medicine?")<br />
The second psychiatrist was obviously more important, because his scribble was<br />
harder to read. His notes said things like "auditory hypnogogic hallucinations confirmed."<br />
("Hypnogogic" means you get them while you're falling asleep.)<br />
He wrote a lot of other technicalsounding notes, and I looked them over, and they<br />
looked pretty bad. I figured I'd have to get all of this straightened out with the army<br />
somehow.<br />
At the end of the whole physical examination there's an army officer who decides<br />
whether you're in or you're out. For instance, if there's something the matter with your<br />
hearing, he has to decide if it's serious enough to keep you out of the army. And because<br />
the army was scraping the bottom of the barrel for new recruits, this officer wasn't going<br />
to take anything from anybody. He was tough as nails. For instance, the fellow ahead of<br />
me had two bones sticking out from the back of his neck some kind of displaced<br />
vertebra, or something and this army officer had to get up from his desk and feel them <br />
he had to make sure they were real!<br />
I figure this is the place I'll get this whole misunderstanding straightened out.<br />
When it's my turn, I hand my papers to the officer, and I'm ready to explain everything,<br />
but the officer doesn't look up. He sees the "D" next to "Psychiatric," immediately