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“Surely You’re Joking, Mr. Feynman”: Adventures of a Curious CharacterWe know a very nice little girl named Joan who lives on New Broadway; sheБЂ™s got a birthday comingБЂ”not today, but such-and-such. SheБЂ™s a cute girl.БЂ«We sang a little song, and then we made music: БЂњDeedle leet deet, doodle doodle loot doot; deedle deedle leet, doodle loot doot dooБЂ«We went through the whole deal, and then we came downstairs: БЂњHow was it? Did you like the program?БЂ«БЂњIt was good,БЂ«she said, БЂњbut why did you make the music with your mouth?БЂ«One day I got a telephone call: БЂњMister, are you Richard Feynman?БЂ«БЂњYes.БЂ«БЂњThis is a hotel. We have a radio that doesnБЂ™t work, and would like it repaired. We understand you might be able to do something about it.БЂ«БЂњBut IБЂ™m only a little boy,БЂ«I said. БЂњI donБЂ™t know howБЂ”БЂ«БЂњYes, we know that, but weБЂ™d like you to come over anyway.БЂ«It was a hotel that my aunt was running, but I didnБЂ™t know that. I went over there withБЂ”they still tell the storyБЂ”a big screwdriver in my back pocket. Well, I was small, so any screwdriver looked big in my back pocket ...» | Код для вставки книги в блог HTML
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