And on the seventh day, He rested.

Goofoid's post just above (19 Dec 12 - 03:15 PM) is a graphic example of the reason I don't take anything he says seriously. I've met the type before.

If you expressed an interest in music, he'd won an Emmy. In acting, he'd won an Oscar. In writing, he had nine best-sellers (under nine different pen-names, of course). He wrote movie scores (move ovar, John Williams!), he was an ordained psychotherapist (Freud was a dabbler), he was a brilliant mathematician (He taught Einstein how to balance his checkbook), you name it, he not only did it, but he taught it at Harvard.

He would mention that he was far too modest to mention his Nobel and his Pulitzer. . . ?

Don Firth