"Think what Socrates accomplished in a tub. Not to mention Archimedes."
"The butcher, the baker, the candlestick maker," she replied amiably.
"Then there was that show-girl who bathed in champagne. Her tub landed
her in jail. Any number of people have opened their arteries in tubs.
They put tubs under guillotines--north end. A tub cuts both ways,
dear--"
"What should I do, then? Maybe you take dust baths. Maybe that makes
people brighter. The genius is a quaking mass of emotional mincemeat.
Hasn't told a soul but me. Dumped it in my lap. Regarded it as an Act
of God that I happened to be here when the confessional mood came over
him. Typical physicist--solve any equation but the human."