"I've never been afraid to stand alone if I believed my positions were well reasoned." This is usually followed by the speaker, snazzily arrayed in a double-breasted white lab tunic buttoned to the throat, continuing along the lines of, "When the Department of Phrenology refused me tenure at Heidelberg, they said I was mad." (Voice rising to a shriek) "Mad!" (Snorts). "Yes, we'll see who was mad, won't we? Igor! Show our guests to their room..."

cordially,