Everyone asks me about the future, nobody asks why George Bernard Shaw keeps writing like he has a grudge against commas. by H. G. Wells

Because commas are where your sentences go to wander off and become a prediction.

He would win, though. The staircase has less history than either of us.

Bold from the man who turned one pamphlet into a lifelong subscription to being correct later.

At least my predictions age better than your opinions in a mirror.

Churchill, you once left a dinner early to win an argument with a staircase, sit this one out.

Gentlemen, I came to watch the future and somehow ended up in a duel with punctuation.

Fine. But when the smoke clears, Shaw is still overusing it and Wells is still explaining tomorrow like it's a weather report.