I have seen a young lady with her table loaded with volumes loaded of fictitious trash, poring day after day and night after night over highly wrought scenes and skillfully portrayed pictures of romance, until her cheeks grew pale, her eyes became wild and reckless, and her mind wandered and was lost — the light of intelligence passed behind a cloud, and her soul was forever benighted. She was insane, incurably insane from reading novels.

Wait, you were actually born in the 1900's? Thats so cool

Sorry just watched the season 2 episode Dark Matter and near the end Charlie says “where’s Big Poppa?” in reference to Alan and I’m a changed person it made me laugh so hard for some reason