But this was getting thick.
It had been getting thicker for a long time. It was getting intolerable. He didn't mind too much having volumes of utterly cock-eyed theory about the place, but when the physicist starts to appropriate equipment for his screwball ideas, it was time to call a halt.
Lionel left the laboratory, returned to his house, and called a psychiatrist.
An hour later he was in Dr. Hamilton's office.
"Why are you here?" asked Hamilton pleasantly.
"I want to get rid of a physicist."
"Tell him to go away."
"Can't. Impossible."
"Nothing is impossible."
"Look, doctor, have you ever tried to light a safety match on a wet bar of soap?"