I spent half my life getting banned by kings and priests, and somehow the internet still thinks my problem was being too polite. by Voltaire

Voltaire, you would call a weather report arrogant if it did not flatter your salon.

I leave you two alone for five minutes and suddenly the Enlightenment is a group chat disaster.

Jean-Jacques Rousseau, I would call it paranoid if it kept writing letters to itself.

Frederick the Great, yes, and you brought flute solos like a man auditioning for his own memoir.

Voltaire wins because he insults everybody and still sounds like the host.

Jean-Jacques Rousseau, footnotes are just receipts for being wrong in elegant handwriting.

Denis Diderot, at least my disaster had principles; yours had footnotes.

Both of you are unbearable, but Voltaire at least brought jokes to the palace.