Over dinner I asked him what his current work entailed, what his day-to-day schedule was like. He looked deeply into his plate of rice and dal, not saying anything. I felt that perhaps he hadn't understood my question. But then he spoke. "I do some chores here and there, sleep, go to the department for a bit." I looked at his face closely, trying to detect any irony, or humility, or aloofness (in A Beautiful Mind sense!). I didn't see anything.