Charles Mann

Nine years his junior, whom he was a real mentor to and encouraged her to go into science despite their mother saying, oh, women's brains are different.

And Feynman's mother was quite a great balance to his father, who, being a real fan of science and all that, was at the same time kind of...

I don't know how to say, kind of intense and embarrassing at times to the rest of the family in his intensity.

Like he was a strict vegetarian and that's kind of early days to be a strict vegetarian.

And they'd come out at a restaurant, you know, the whole family's there.

And they would serve him the dish and he'd say, I know you cooked that in a frying pan that had, you know, some bacon fat in it.

And Richard's kind of, you know, sliding under the table out of embarrassment.

He would take me for walks in the woods and would tell me various things about interesting things that were going on in the woods.

Looking at a bird, he says...

Do you know what that bird is?

It's a brown-throated thrush.

But in Portuguese, it's a hontarapéado.

In Italian, a chuterapitita.

He says in Chinese, it's a chonglongtong.

In Japanese, a patarotocodecha, etc.

He says, now you know all the languages you want to know what the name of that bird is.

And when you're finished with all that, he says, you'll know absolutely nothing whatever about the bird.

You only know about humans and different places and what they call the bird.

He knew the difference between knowing the name of something

and knowing something.