On the other hand, if I'd had more to work from, I might have gotten closer to the real Feynman than I wanted to. Which is, after all, part of the argument of the third book, which dances with singularity a bit, and "which in our case we have not got."
That's one literary reference in Hammered nobody's called me on yet--though I've gotten a few notes about the George Alec Effinger.
Perfectly Reasonable Deviations From The Beaten Track: The Letters Of Richard P. Feynman
a toast to Jonas Salk! a toast to Yuri Gagarin! and what the hell, one for Andrea Dworkin, too, as much as I often wanted to throw her books across the room. (I'm more a Naomi Wolf kind of girl.)