"I have no faith in God," said Tiny Wittgenstein. "Worse, I have no faith in myself, my abilities, or the weight of my contributions to the academic sphere."

"I have no taste in women," Tiny Radclyffe Hall replied, tinily. "So I just take 'em where I find 'em, and poor Una gets the worst of it. I am an invert, did you know? Wah."

"My dear lady, I thought you were a duck. Or possibly a rabbit."

"....wafer biscuit?"

"No, thank you. I have not been sufficiently brilliant today, and even if I were to publish today's findings, in the long run they would not stand up to scrutiny. I will take my coffee without a biscuit, and black, like my bruised heart."

"Mine is bruiseder! I am an invert!"

"Oh, so is everybody. I boffed David Hume's great-great-grandson!"

"How did that work out for you?"

"He died in the War."

"Wah!"