today, my organic chemistry professor told us a story. he had gone from south africa to cambridge to get his PHD. his first night, he was invited to a party at a place called the Flophouse (“and you all well know what would happen in such an establishment”). He went upstairs to use the restroom and found a man passed out the bathtub. That man turns out to be Francis Crick, as in Watson and Crick, the nobel prize laureates for discovering the double helix of DNA. Our professor then said “I wanted very much to shake his hand, so I did so, and left him there.”
