His computer is filled with half-written ideas that may never find fruition—a tree whose fruit is common yet ripens rarely. He enjoys the works of Vonnegut and Hesse, yet countless philosophy books line his shelves. For poets, he knows only one, Robert Frost, and is draw to Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening and The Road Not Taken. More often than not, he reads simply to research and writes in the cold, factual style so sadly displayed in academic journals. He exemplifies the scientific holding the creative at bay.