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One night I saw a TV program, Einstein's Universe. I turned it on because it was narrated by Peter Ustinov, whom I admire, even though I'm tired of Einstein's universe. The program was well done. A great effort was made to make a clear and convincing dramatization of the universe according to Einstein; just enough mystique to sugar the dull sterility of science. What bothered me most was the subservient role of Peter Ustinov playing an average man who didn't know science, feeling privileged to be let in on the secrets and instructed in the Sacred Doctrine. Now Peter Ustinov, who probably has higher brain radiation that Einstein, at any rate a witty and delightful human, could only betray himself by an occasional inflection or intonation; as a good actor he could not depart from the script. So I got the mes...