I went up to The New Yorker offices, which were not at all what I expected them to be. They looked like a sort of seedy office of a.... newspaper. They were kind of crowded and, you know, not at all what one would expect from The New Yorker. So anyway, I went to see him and talked for about… I bet we talked for about an hour, maybe longer. Just talked. He didn’t say much of anything, but he was listening intently while I was talking. And then, at the end of this, he said, 'I think there’s something you can do for us'. I said, 'Yes.' He said, 'You can write about science as a form of experience'. I said, 'Oh yes'. [He said,] 'Your experience'. I said, 'Well, alright, I can do that, yes'.

Then I went back to Brookhaven and I thought, my God, what does that mean? I mean, you know, I’d been asked to write for The New Yorker about science as a form of experience. I don’t have a clue as to what this means.