“Aristotle and Peter Higgs walk into a pub. Higgs, as usual, orders a malt. Aristotle, more of a wine fellow, stays close to his Greek roots.
‘So, I hear they found it,’ says Aristotle, with a twinkle in his eye.
‘It sure took a long time, but I guess they did,’ answers Higgs, beaming.
‘You think 40-odd years is a long time? I waited 23 centuries!’
‘What are you talking about?’ asks Higgs. ‘You don’t mean to say that … ‘
‘Of course I do,’ retorts Aristotle. ‘You call it a field, I call it the ether. In the end, it doesn’t matter much, does it?’
‘Yes it does,’ answers Higgs, hardly able to hide his outrage. ‘You just dreamed up this weird medium up there in the heavens. I actually did some calculations, you know, predicted stuff.’ …”