Can you imagine this guy using a computer? He'd only be able to type with one hand. It'd be like watching your great-grandpa trying to access his email, but somehow worse.

"Privacy. A must. An absolute must. I require being alone if I am to make any progress on research. And..." He thinks. "Lets stick to stone and brick. It's just less complicated that way." He should be thankful Verity's not questioning his weird stipulations.