What have I got out of my life? Contacts with famous men … The occasion Einstein asked me the time, for instance. That summer evening, strolling toward the tumultuous kitchen of St. John’s—who is it that behind me has emerged from the rooms of the Professor living in D4? And who is it also strolling toward the Porter’s lodge—where, our orbits crossing, asks me the time? Is this Einstein, up for an honours degree? And who smiles when I say I don’t know …
