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“There was only one thing that happened at that meeting that was pleasant or amusing. At this conference, every word that every guy said at the plenary session was so important that they had a stenotypist there, typing every goddamn thing. Somewhere on the second day the stenotypist came up to me and said, “What profession are you? Surely not a professor.” “I am a professor,” I said. “Of what?” “Of physics—science.” “Oh! That must be the reason,” he said. “Reason for what?” He said, “You see, I’m a stenotypist, and I type everything that is said here. Now, when the other fellas talk, I type what they say, but I don’t understand what they’re saying. But every time you get up to ask a question or to say something, I understand exactly what you mean—what the question is, and what you’re saying—so I thought you can’t be a professor!”

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Richard P. Feynman
Richard P. Feynman

Richard P. Feynman was a renowned theoretical physicist known for his contributions to quantum mechanics and quantum electrodynamics. He was also an exceptional physicist in the field of physics education, with popular science books like 'Surely You're Joking, Mr. Feynman!' that have won the hearts of readers. more

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