But, as I recall I’ve never met one before today.
Made it through the first quarter of fourth year at University of Chicago. Schroedinger Equations had me baying at the moon. Mother had been a fine arts major there and encouraged me to stick it out in a different major, so... I got to study in the same studio where she worked - sculptor Lorado Taft’s, with whom my grandmother had also studied. Took a fifth year to get all the art classes in and they wouldn’t take my Russian so was forced into French. Teachers cringed when I recited. But I had some wonderful graduate level classes in archeology and ancient Chinese art and Greek and Roman architecture. Never had I cried in a physics class, but the sight of a French Impressionist painting covering the front of an auditorium.... It was worth all the pain to study both.