Richard Feinman 's
WHY DO YOU CARE
WHAT OTHER PEOPLE THINK”
Chapter 1 of WHAT DO YOU CARE WHAT OTHER PEOPLE THINK WHEN I was a young fella, about thirteen I had somehow gotten in with a group of guys who were…
The first time I ever said anything to Arlene was at a dance. She was very popular, and everybody was cutting in ‘and dancing with her. I remember thinking I’d…
In those days, in Far Rockaway, there was a youth center for Jewish kids at the temple. It was a big club that had many activities. There was a writers…
One day Arlene told me Jerome isn’t her boyfriend anymore. She’s not tied up with him. That was a big excitement for me, the beginning of hope! She invited me…
Arlene was a wonderful girl. She was the editor of the newspaper at Nassau County Lawrence High School; she played ‘the piano beautifully, and was very artistic. She made some…
After I graduated from MIT I went to Princeton, and I would go home on vacations to see Arlene. One time when I went to see her, Arlene had developed…
About a week later, I get a telephone call. “Richard,” she says, “I want to talk to you. Come on over.” “Okay.;’ I made sure I still had the letter…
Every weekend I’d go down from Princeton to visit Arlene.One time the bus was late, and I couldn’t get into the hospital. There weren’t any hotels nearby, but I had…
Then there were the Christmas cards. One day, only a few weeks after 1 had arrived at Los Alamos, Arlene says, “I thought it would be nice to send Christmas…
I came back into her room. I kept imagining all the things that were going on physiologically: the lungs aren’t getting enough air into the blood, which makes the brain…
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