One day a nosy old widow was visited by a Fellow of the Royal Society, to whom she described the odd behavior of "the poor crazy gentleman" living next door.
"Every morning," she explained, "when the sun shines so brightly that we are obliged to draw the window-blinds, he takes his seat in front of a tub of soap-suds and occupies himself for hours blowing bubbles through a common clay pipe and intently watches them until they burst."
Ushered to a window by his hostess, the man was surprised to learn the identity of the "poor crazy gentleman": it was Sir Isaac Newton!
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