His abode was anywhere. It was all the same to him whether he catheterized a pig at four o’clock in the afternoon in New Orleans or at midnight in Translyvania. He was actually like one of those scientists in the movies who don’t care about anything but the problem in their heads—now here is a fellow who does have a ‘flair for research’ and will be heard from. Yet I do not envy him. I would not change places with him if he discovered the cause and cure of cancer. For his is no more aware of the mystery which surrounds him than a fish is aware of the water it swims in. He could do research for a thousand years and never have an inkling of it.
Walker Percy, The Moviegoer