title: ''Surely You're Joking, Mr. Feynman'' -and- ''What Do You Care What Other People Think?'' (BOXED SET)
author: Ralph Leighton
description: ''Proves once again that it is possible to laugh out loud and scratch your head at the same time.'' --<i>New York Times Book Review</i><br /><br /> ''Raymond Todd gives an extraordinary performance, bringing to evanescent life the amusing adventures of this Nobel Prize-winning physicist.'' --<i>Library Journal</i><br /><br /> ''Mr. Feynman's escapades are worthy of being read aloud . . . Raymond Todd seems to get as much pleasure out of the diversities of Feynman's career as the scientist did through living them.'' --<i>AudioFile</i><br /><br /> ''Quintessential Feynman-funny, brilliant, bawdy.'' --<i>New Yorker</i><br /><br /> ''A chain reaction is not a bad analogy for Feynman's life. From a critical mass of gray matter it goes off in all directions, producing both light and heat.'' --<i>Time</i><br /><br /> ''Feynman is legendary among his colleagues for his brilliance and his eccentricity . . . it's hard not to smile all the way through.'' --<i>Newsweek</i><br /><br /> ''Hilarious, exhilarating . . . Feynman's language is vivid, lively, and unpretentious . . . A refreshing message, indeed.'' --<i>Chicago Sun-Times</i>
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  ### Chapter Thirty-seven
  
  
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  "Mad Chen's got some shit in from the Golden Triangle," said Abby when Pete
  and Jack came back. She reappraised Pete when they entered the room together.
  "Your _friend_ going to take part?"
  
  
  A wavy glass bottle full of slightly luminous green liquid had appeared on the
  table, and Jack took a tumbler, filled, and downed it.
  
  
  " _She_ won't." He coughed. "Then who would there be to knock about anyone who
  irritates me?"
  
  
  "Why do you keep mundanes around if you're not fucking them?" Abby asked with
  genuine curiosity.
  
  
  "This absinthe tastes like a bloody tramp pissed in a gutter and had it
  bottled," Jack said. "And has anyone ever told you that for such a pretty slip
  of a thing you ask a lot of s