那天晚上我在物理楼的meeting room里找到了一本关于Feynman的书。
我翻开来看了几页,不出意外看到了他给他已故妻子写的信。当然,我比他幸运——我的宝贝还活着,只是她已不再是我的宝贝了。
读到信的最后一段时,我似五雷轰顶,感触颇深。但这一次,我并没流泪。
“I’ll bet you are surprised that I don’t even have a girlfriend (except you, sweetheart) after two years. But you can’t help it, darling, nor can I — I don’t understand it, for I have met many girls and very nice ones and I don’t want to remain alone — but in two or three meetings they all seem ashes. You only are left to me. You are real.”
You only are left to me. You are real.