" Marry me, Lou,” Nietzsche bent down on one knee, his knees creaked. He peered over top of his glasses with a gaze of pitiful defeat. He had met his match with Lou. She was brilliant, shrewd, and brave. Taking risks that other women dare not.

“Get up, Friedrich,” she responded, “You know that I won’t marry you or anyone else. "

― Dylan Callens , Operation Cosmic Teapot