Sometime in 1982, I had just finished looking at the art galleries in Cork Street in London. I looked across the end of the street at the statue of Francis Bacon the philosopher and one of the founding fathers of science. I crossed the road and saw the painter Francis Bacon walking towards me, I approached him and asked him "Do you think it's worth spending your life doing paintings?". He looked flabbergasted and stammered and then exclaimed "How dare you! What impertinence!".  
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