I love my wife. My wife is dead. – Wow. This made me tear up. I just think of Feynman as, like, playing the bongos and picking up chicks and experimenting with drugs in isolation tanks. I guess all that came later.
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My eyes seem to have sprung a leak. :::mops up keyboard:::