29. Chapter 7 Man of a Thousand Tongues
Surely You're Joking, Mr. Feynman! / 别闹了,费曼先生1When I was in Brazil I had struggled to learn the local language, and decided to give my physics lectures in Portuguese. Soon after I came to Caltech, I was invited to a party hosted by Professor Bacher. Before I arrived at the party, Bacher told the guests, "This guy Feynman thinks he's smart because he learned a little Portuguese, so let's fix him good: Mrs. Smith, here (she's completely Caucasian), grew up in China. Let's have her greet Feynman in Chinese."
2I walk into the party innocently, and Bacher introduces me to all these people: "Mr. Feynman, this is Mr. Soandso."
3"Pleased to meet you, Mr. Feynman."
4"And this is Mr. Suchandsuch."
5"My pleasure, Mr. Feynman."
6"And this is Mrs. Smith."
7"Ai, choong, ngong jia!" she says, bowing.
8This is such a surprise to me that I figure the only thing to do is to reply in the same spirit. I bow politely to her, and with complete confidence I say, "Ah ching, jong jien!"
9"Oh, my God!" she exclaims, losing her own composure. "I knew this would happen I speak Mandarin and he speaks Cantonese!"