From Tor yesterday (and I translate):
A short while ago I sat down in the subway beside a sixtyish lady, opened my backpack and got out a book titled From Frege to Gödel. A conversation ensued.
“Oh my, that’s a thick book! Is it maths?”
(Tor sighs silently and pulls out his ear plugs.)
“Yes, mathematical logic.”
“It’s like a brick!”
“Yeah, but you don’t have to read it from cover to cover, it’s an antholo…”
“Have you read Wittgenstein’s Taractus?”
“The Tractatus? Well, bits and…”
“When I am on the operating table, under the influence of hallucinogenic drugs, Bertrand Russell keeps me company.”
But by then we were already in the Old Town, where the friendly lady was getting off.