Un passaggio simpatico in cui Feynman ride di se stesso.
I got off the train in Ithaca, carrying my heavy suitcase on my shoulder, as usual. A guy called out, “Want a taxi, sir?”
I had never wanted to take a taxi: I was always a young fella, short on money, wanting to be my own man. But I thought to myself, “I’m a professor-I must be dignified.” So I took my suitcase down from my shoulder and carried it in my hand, and said “Yes.”