Surely You’re Joking, Mr. Feynman!
An eccentric genius who hated titles and pompous fools and awards. A safe cracker. A hustler and trickster. A Noble Prize winning scientist for work in Quantum Electrodynamics. A theoretical physicist who helped design the nuclear bomb in Los Alamos. A speaker of English and Portuguese and Japanese. A heavy player of the bongo drums in Brazil. An artist of nude portraits. A skeptic of cargo cult science.
He was a man so simple that he often outthought everyone with his insatiable curiosity. His life was an experiment in finding out why things worked or didn’t work, while most people pretended to know but really didn’t.
He was often blunt with his honesty, caring more for truth than for a saintly reputation.
He impacted everyone who encountered him, involving them in his strange pleasures and curiosities, whether they knew about it or not.
He acted like a modern day Socrates with tests of people and ideas, a gadfly to some, a prankster to others, all for the sake of his own amusement and self-knowledge.