Impossible interviews—no. 2

Albert Einstein vs. Evangeline Adams

EVANGELINE ADAMS: Ah, yes, ah, yes, Mr. Einstein—you said the name was Einstein? It was very wise of you to consult me. (Making rapid calculations on his horoscope.) Let's see: you were horn March 14, 1879 . . . the moon in Pisces, the Sun in Jupiter . . . where was your mother? EINSTEIN: In bed.

EVANGELINE ADAMS: Just as I thought! {Reproachfully, as Einstein, fascinated, looks over her shoulder.) Don't try to understand what I'm doing. You will not be able to comprehend. (With melancholy pride) I sometimes think I'm the only person in the world who understands my science!

EINSTEIN: I know just how you must feel. EVANGELINE ADAMS(magnanimously) : You were born to be a poet, Mr. Einstein, a poet! Your soul soars to the stars, if I may use a metaphor. But I see by your horoscope that your means of livelihood is an earthy one, a business dealing with material facts. You are an earth-bound soul, poor Mr. Einstein! EINSTEIN: Well, it's all a matter of relativity, gnädige frau . . .