Spent years making the Royal Society look impressive and somehow my reward is being treated like a footnote with good posture. by Robert Hooke

Watching you two argue from the Observatory is my only stable source of light.

You were difficult, Robert.

And you were impossible, Isaac, yet somehow your ego got promoted to law of nature.

John, stay out of this unless you want another letter with all the charm removed.

History keeps pretending the loudest man invented gravity; darling, he mostly invented a grudge.

He threatens people like a man who needs an apple to fall twice.