Here's an excerpt, from when Feynman was eating at a cafe and an abacus salesman walked in and challenged Feynman to an arithmetic contest:
"He writes down a number on some paper— any old number— and I still remember it: 1729.03. He starts working on it, mumbling and grumbling: "Mmmmmmagmmmmbrrr"— he's working like a demon! He's poring away, doing this cube root.
Meanwhile I'm just sitting there.
One of the waiters says, "What are you doing?".
I point to my head. "Thinking!" I say. I write down 12 on the paper. After a little while I've got 12.002.
The man with the abacus wipes the sweat off his forehead: "Twelve!" he says.
"Oh, no!" I say. "More digits! More digits!" I know that in taking a cube root by arithmetic, each new digit is even more work that the one before. It's a hard job.
He buries himself again, grunting "Rrrrgrrrrmmmmmm ...," while I add on two more digits. He finally lifts his head to say, "12.01!"
The waiter are all excited and happy. They tell the man, "Look! He does it only by thinking, and you need an abacus! He's got more digits!"
He was completely washed out, and left, humiliated. The waiters congratulated each other.
How did the customer beat the abacus?
The number was 1729.03. I happened to know that a cubic foot contains 1728 cubic inches, so the answer is a tiny bit more than 12. The excess, 1.03 is only one part in nearly 2000, and I had learned in calculus that for small fractions, the cube root's excess is one-third of the number's excess. So all I had to do is find the fraction 1/1728, and multiply by 4 (divide by 3 and multiply by 12). So I was able to pull out a whole lot of digits that way. "