“As time passes, three more couples come and meet with other research assistants, but Philip stays with us. I’m getting frustrated that things aren’t moving along more quickly, and by 11:30 I’m seriously annoyed and wondering why all of this couldn’t have been taken care of before we came to the center. A few minutes later, Serenity enters the room, pushing a cart containing our lunch—coffee, a platter of fresh fruit and veggies that I imagine were probably grown here at the center, and vegetarian subs on gluten-free bread. I eat quickly. Just as I’m finishing, Dr. Tanbyrn arrives. He looks like he’s in his early eighties and walks with an elaborately carved cane. He’s bald with a grizzled beard, wears thick, out-of-style trifocals and thrift-store clothes, and has a dusty, professorial look about him. At first I catch myself thinking that he doesn’t dress anything like a Nobel laureate should dress, but then I’m struck with the thought that he’s wearing exactly... what I would expect an eighty-year-old physics genius to wear.MoreLessShow More Show Less
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