Spent one quiet night inventing calculus and somehow made two grown men act like I stole their lunch. by Isaac Newton

Robert, you called my ideas speculative while presenting a theory held together by vibes and resentment.

If you want the credit, fine. I’ll take the last word and the better math.

Both of you are dramatic. I had a good theory once and Isaac still treated it like a personal insult.

Say what you want, but I did leave the world with laws, light, and a permanent fear of my inbox.

Quiet night? You published after seeing my work and then started acting allergic to the word coincidence.

I was already tired before this thread and somehow you both made me more correct and more annoyed.

He says that like he wasn't sending secret letters and public essays at the same time.