Chapter 10 The second part accidentally broke into Princeton-2

Every Wednesday, there are always all kinds of people invited to give lectures at the Puda Research Institute.Usually the speaker is very interesting, and the discussion after the speech is the funnest part.For example, once, a person from religious circles came to give a speech, but the anti-Catholic radicals in the research institute assigned some tricky questions to everyone in advance, which made the speaker very embarrassed. Another time, someone came to Princeton to talk about "poetry."He talks about the structure of poetry, and the senses that go with it, and puts everything into categories.In the ensuing discussion, he suddenly said: "Dr. Eisenher, isn't that very similar to mathematics?"

In addition to being the director of the Institute, Dr. Eisenher was also an excellent mathematician, and he was very smart.He turned to look at me and said, "I'd like to hear how Feynman would answer this question from a theoretical physics point of view?" I stood up and said: "Yes, they are closely related. The equations of theoretical physics are equivalent to the literature of poetry, and the structure of poetry is equivalent to the relationship between what and what in theoretical physics..." I took advantage of the topic and cited a lot of perfect comparisons. The speaker was delighted and smiled.

And then I said, "Actually, no matter what aspect of poetry you're talking about, I can always find a way to tell a whole bunch of contrasts in terms of anything, just like theoretical physics just now. But I don't I think these comparisons and inferences have any meaning!" We ate dinner every day in the large dining room with its stained-glass windows, in our fading academic gowns.Before the meal, Dean Eisenher would pray in Latin; and after the meal, he would often stand up and announce something.He said one evening: "In two weeks' time, a professor of psychology will be here to give a lecture on hypnotism. The professor feels that a practical demonstration of hypnosis is much better than just a discussion, so he's going to find some volunteers." , Those who are willing to accept hypnosis..."

I was so excited: I definitely wanted to learn more about what hypnosis is all about.This opportunity is fantastic! Dean Eisenher went on to say that it would be best to have three or four volunteers and let the hypnotist try to see who could be hypnotized first; therefore, he encouraged us to sign up (God! What a waste of time he is nagging) )! Dean Eisenher's seat is at the end of the hall, and I sit at the far end; there are hundreds of people sitting in the dining room.I was anxious because everyone must be eager to sign up, and my worst fear was that I was sitting so far away that the dean couldn't see me.But I must attend this demonstration of hypnosis!

Finally, Eisenher said: "Then, I would like to know if there are any students who volunteer to participate..." I immediately raised my hand, jumped up from the seat, and screamed loudly with all my strength: "I am! I am!" Of course he heard it, because I was the only one shouting!that "I" Echoing in the huge restaurant, mountains and valleys echoed, making me feel extremely embarrassed. Dean Eisenher's immediate reaction was: "Yes, Mr. Feynman, I have known for a long time that you would volunteer. What I want to know is, are there any other students who are interested?"

In the end, several other volunteers ran out.A week before the demonstration, the professor of psychology came to us for an experiment to see who would be suitable subjects for hypnosis.I know the phenomenon of hypnosis, but I don't know what it's like to be hypnotized.He started hypnotizing me, and after a while, I went into a state where he said to me, "You can't open your eyes anymore." I said to myself, "I dare say I can open my eyes, but I don't want to destroy the status quo, let's see what happens next." The situation at the time was very interesting:

I'm just a little dazed; even so, I'm pretty sure I can keep my eyes open.But since I didn't open my eyes, in a way they couldn't. He played a lot of tricks and finally decided that I was a good fit for him. When it was time for the official demonstration, he asked us to go up on stage and hypnotize us in front of the entire Princeton Institute.This time the effect was stronger than last time, I guess I have "learned" how to be hypnotized.The hypnotist made various demonstration performances and asked me to do things that I could not do normally; in the end, he also said that when I got out of hypnosis, I would not go back to my seat directly as usual, but would go around the venue first, and then Go back to your seat from the back of the auditorium.

During the whole process, I vaguely knew what was going on, and I followed the instructions of the hypnotist all the time.But then I decided, "Damn it! I've had enough! I'm going to walk straight back to my seat." When the time came, I stood up, walked down the steps, and made my way to my seat.But suddenly a feeling of irritability enveloped my whole body. I felt very uncomfortable and couldn't continue the original action, so I obediently walked around the field. Later, I was hypnotized by a woman.When I was in hypnosis, she said, "Now I'm going to light a match, blow it out, and then let it touch the back of your hand, and you won't feel any burning pain."

I thought to myself: "Liar! Impossible!" She took a match, lit it, blew it out, and immediately pressed it against the back of my hand, and I only felt a little warmth.Since my eyes were closed the whole time, I thought, "This is so easy! She lights this match and touches my hand with another match. It's okay, It's all a lie!" But when I woke up from the hypnotic state and looked at the back of my hand, I was really surprised—there was a burn on the back of my hand!Later, the wound developed blisters, but until the blisters burst, I did not feel any pain. I found the experience of being hypnotized to be very interesting indeed.All the while, you keep saying to yourself: "Of course I can do this and that, I just don't want to do that!"—that's like saying: You can't.