For the first year of marriage I had basically a bad attitude. I tended to place my wife underneath a pedestal.
You know, it's one thing about intellectuals, they prove that you can be absolutely brilliant and have no idea what's going on.
I wonder if Socrates and Plato took a house on Crete during the summer.
The only thing standing between me and greatness is me.
I'm not anti-social. I'm just not social.
Umlaut snaps around and we cut to a blond apparition in her early twenties, clearly descended from Olympus by way of Hugh Hefner's mansion.